Stayed up way too late last night thinking about Cohost and where to go next. I remember finding a binder of most of the posts from my dad's old Myspace - he had printed them all off before moving to Facebook - and I kinda wanna do the same and save some of my favorite chosts in hard copies, but sadly you can't print off CSS crimes.
Anyways I ended up getting 4 hours of sleep which is not very good for going in to an 8 hour shift. Fortunately one of the (minimal) benefits of my job is if I come in before 9am I can put in for a "partial" where someone comes in and takes the latter half of my shift.
I told my manager I was taking a partial because I only got 4 hours of sleep, and he replied "4 hours? that's a full night for me!" And then asked the overnight manager who was just clocking out to chime in and she agreed "oh yeah, anything more than 3 hours is good rest." Like they were chuckling about it but it was clear they were only half-joking - my manager later on mentioned he works about 52 hours a week. So I absolutely need to get the fuck out of this job ASAP.
Thanks to someone on here being cool, I was enlightened to a completely free video course on YouTube from Professor Messer that covers everything you need to know to get your CompTIA A+ certification. I'm gonna work on that, for sure.
I guess when I get home I'll set up a Mastodon and Bluesky account. Don't know which one I'll settle on, if any. I'll probably spend the rest of today going through my following and followers lists and taking down every person's off-site contacts. I've been cut off from enough friends over the years thanks to platforms shutting down, I'm not gonna let it happen again.
I was just this past weekend thinking about getting my video transfer rig set up finally and logging the process here on Cohost, but I guess that journey will have to happen somewhere else. I'd lie if I said some of the cheesy goodbye memes and chosts I've seen didn't make me feel a little choked up. Saying goodbye to this website really will be like saying goodbye to a wonderful friend.
If you'll pardon my sentimentality, it sparked a memory I've come back to every now and then. Of going with my grandparents to Galveston some summer many years ago, I couldn't have been more than 12. We stayed at a hotel on the beachfront, and for some reason every beachfront hotel has a swimming pool so you can swim at the beach without going to the beach. It was at that pool I met another kid my age and we really hit it off, we had the same sense of humor, we found we were interested in the same things, hell we were practically finishing each other's sentences. We ended up exchanging room number, and the other kid told me they'd be checking out the next morning and to swing by before they left so we could exchange better contact info to stay in touch. Because we were kids and if we even had email addresses or phone numbers, we certainly hadn't memorized them.
The next morning I begged and pleaded my grandparents to let me run over to that room before they checked out, but they wouldn't let me wander the halls alone (fair) and wouldn't come with me until they were ready. I remember running up to that room and finding nobody came to the door. They'd already left. I never saw that kid again. I wonder how they're doing. I wonder if they think about me sometimes. I wonder if they waited, if they asked their parents if they could stay just a bit longer.
Goodbye Cohost ❤️