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Makes NSNG evangelists to full-Cornholio. (And that I”m linking his page should actually signal that I think he’s not entirely off-base, but I will say that I’m not ready to jump on board…)

I got my second Phizer shot this morning. I have a photo of my signed card. No, I won’t install a vaccine passport on my phone, Governor Blackface. If you’re a private company, and you want to see my card, unless you’re really selling something I want, I’m probably just going to go somewhere else. And convince others to do the same.

It’s my understanding that you need two weeks to develop proper antibody protection. Great. The wise overlords in government have said that we now don’t need masks outdoors while by ourselves.

I’m going to do what I want to do from here on out, and try to facilitate others’ ability to do the same.

I really appreciate this

Writing today was delayed by being away to get my shot.

MRIs on Friday. Also, delivery of NOLA food scheduled to Robbie, and Chris that day.

Dinner somewhere other than home on Saturday.

Let’s do this.

I’m going to get into my other project. I will put it up when it’s finished.

The title is a side head tilt about a gift that I ordered last night. Even more when you think about the New Orleans Pelicans.

But thinking Gulf Coast, I’m thinking of the radio departure of “I quit this bitch.”

Today is my one-hundredth day doing something resembling exercise.

I am tired and sore.

But I have to consider it as a success, just like my writing stretches. Or turning the water to cold at the end of my showers every morning.

Yes, although George Carlin had a bit about you only really need to wash your mouth, pits, and asshole, I do shower pretty much every day.

Next week, I rest.

Then I can get back on it next Sunday.

I am satisfied, but I’m so incredibly tired.

And there’s nothing I can do to relax at this point.

Background music for where my mood is this morning.

It’s incredible what’s been running through my head lately. I gave my word that I’d watch/listen to this this morning.

I don’t fit in, neatly there, either.

I’ve moved on to listening to the discussion on The Fifth Column about cash payments to people who formed babby.

I don’t fit in there, either, having never formed babby.

No focus, so stepping away again.

Saturday, so, of course, I’m writing.

More than a bit of hesitance to start writing today, which, maybe, is a good thing considering that it’s a manifestation of my OCD.

Good virtual meetups with both the Peddling Fiction, and HR Geeks folks last night.

Calling, again, for folks to sign up for the ^H Talk list.

Getting to a way to stay in touch with people is important in the age of mass deplaforming. Good pod yesterday with someone trying to create a hosting platform that doesn’t just pull things with which they disagree.

What’s your job? Is it to serve your customers who want to host whatever it is they want to host, or to monitor their content?

To what seems like many these days, the answer is the latter.

But it doesn’t work. You can’t keep information inside a defined box.

You also can’t do that with people’s thoughts.

Short of murdering them.

Oh, putting it that way bothers you? I’d apologize, but, no, I’m not going to.

I was asked to take this survey, so here goes….

What do you think about most?

I really don’t know. Probably what I need to do next.

What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“Cool.”

What do you wear to bed?

Underwear

Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Not that I know of.

When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Probably to a bump with a podcast I was listening to. Last week, maybe? But last week, too, I was wondering if I could even hope to keep rhythm strumming with my right hand.

Do you have any strange phobias?

Not that I can think of.

What’s your religion?

It’s personal. There’s things that science hasn’t been able to explain. Science knows what the building blocks for life are, but we’ve never been able to really get spontaneous generation to work. I’ve never been able to get past the idea of the “uncaused first cause.”

If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Working on a computer.

Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Given my physical maladies, both positions are problematic.

What was the last lie you told?

I’ve been thinking about this since I saw the question, but I’m having trouble finding an answer. If there’s a question I don’t want to answer, I don’t answer it.

Do you believe in karma?

Dunno. Instant Karma gets stuck in my head from time to time. (And why do I find much of the various Beatles’ post-breakup offerings better than the stuff they did while they were together….?)

What does your username mean?

It’s terminal erase. (Hence my subtitle…everything gets deleted eventually….)

What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

Obviously my various physical maladies are probably my greatest weakness; being nearly blind is tough. My strength? Ability go keep my temper under control.

Who is your celebrity crush?

I really don’t know right now. I still notice people with eyes that don’t match the hair. (Blue eyes and dark hair will always be something I notice…..and, yes, my wife fits into that description….)

Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Yes.

How do you vent your anger?

Snark, really. But I remove myself from the situation when I have an opportunity.

Do you have a collection of anything?

Nothing so much, anymore.

Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

This is totally a twentieth century question.

Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Umm. I’m not terribly regretful of anything.

What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Hate: there are some elevators that have this nearly rubber band sound that drives me nuts. I’m very happy I’ve not had to deal with a building that has those for very long. And, thinking more about it, those elevators’ presence might have partially steered me away from an apartment in Norfolk I was considering.

Love: I actually like the sound of an old school low-bypass turbofan. There used to be a video on the didn’t-used-to-do-evil video platform of a Boeing 720 taking off. Awesome.

Do you believe in ghosts? What about aliens?

Kind of skeptical on both.

Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first?

Nothing. I’d have to get out of the chair, and take a few steps right to hit the closet door.

Smell the air. What do you smell?

I think my wife is cooking something.

What’s the weather like right now?

Grey.

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Against some, sure. Part of what I was trying to do a few months ago was forgive some of those who’d mistreated me, but I’ve kind of backed off on that. Yes, I made some mistakes, some of them pretty big. But I never did anything to knowingly harm anyone. I can’t say the same courtesy wasn’t paid to me. No, I’m not going to forget. I might forgive if you reach out to me.

What is your astrological sign?

Leo

Do you save money or spend it?

I’m pretty miserly these days. But buying things rarely gives me any satisfaction.

What’s the last thing you purchased?

Um. It was either a pizza, or various caplets to swallow.

Are you in a relationship?

I’ve been married for over a decade. We’ve been together for nearly fifteen years.

Is there anything pink  within 10 feet of you?

No.

Are you wearing socks right now?

Yes.

What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Nothing I can see.

Where is your best friend?

She’s in the kitchen. As I said, I think she’s cooking something.

What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Sleeping.

Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Maybe?

What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

I’m having trouble naming something right off the bat. For whatever reason, Back In The New York Groove just started playing in my head. So, that?

What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Asking my wife to marry me.

Favorite color?

Blue.

What is your current desktop picture?

Again, a very 1990s question. I’m using some Microsoft random photo thing. Today is some rock formations underneath a lightning storm.

What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

I’m going to demur here, too.

You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere.

Um. Was that a question? I don’t know where I’d like to go. The COVID lockdowns have really killed all travel. Would I be able to go do anything once I get to wherever it is I’d choose to go?

Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not that I know of.

What will you do after this?

Probably go take a nap; I have some more work to do tonight.

I’ve been urged to participate in these themes of the week.

so, yeah, I’ll try to do that.

Maybe the compulsion to write in the summer will be gone.

We shall see.

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Theme of the Week 85 – If you could relive just one event in your life, what would it be?

This is really tough. I was thinking about maybe some of the things that I did in late-2009, probably the trip to DC with my soon-to-be wife to watch the soon-to-be Super Bowl champion New Orleans Saints beat the Redskins.

In the snow.

But I’m probably combining that trip with other trips we took together.

I remember one year going to see the National Christmas Tree. We shivered and shivered, walked around in the snow, had a nice dinner at our favorite French place, etc..

But would I want to relive it?

I don’t know.

I’ve never been much about the one-shining-moment schtick. But it speaks to another question I often have trouble.

On the flip side, there’s also not a single monment I can think of where I totally screwed up.

Have a made missteps? Absolutely.

Why shouldn’t I dwell on those the way this prompt is asking me to dewell on moments of victory?

…

Merry Christmas to everyone.

Or the big “confederate flag” that was flying along 95 before the Commonwealth took it for roadway expansion.

Mmm. Yeah.

So, I wanted to talk about this.

I waded into the cesspool that is Facebook, and saw that it’d been posted in one of the groups I follow.

My comment?

“Less promisingly, the bill would impose a 5 percent federal tax on cannabis products, rising to 6 percent after two years, 7 percent after three years, and 8 percent after four years.” Glad they got that part in there. Much like what’s happening with many states, the recent push doesn’t actually dismantle the apparatuses assembled in the past century to fight drugs, but just redeploys it to _collect taxes_. The SWAT raids will get worse. I see you’re running a grow operation, there, but the Commissioner of Revenue says you[ve never paid a cent in taxes. We’re going to take all of those plants, along with everything else you’ve got.

The hispter Democrats’ argument is that “decriminalization” fixes the bad parts of the “war on drugs.”

No. No, it doesn’t when you’re doing it to raise tax revenue.

Did you miss the bit about the Stamp Act in school?

Government Doesn’t Work.

Somehow I missed drafting this prompt, too. I don’t even know.

Fantasy vacation. Where do you go, what do you do, who are you with?

~0/Vacation/All I ever wanted/Vacation/Had to get away/Vacation/Meant to be spent alone/o~

I love that song. But if you listen closely it’s really sad.

As for the prompt, this was actually some of the discussion I was having with my friend, and my wife yesterday — where can you go?

I’m not one to step up to people (meaning, use the implicit thread of physical violence), I just walk away.

I walk away. It’s what I do.

But where can I go to get away, now?

And, in the meantime, are you going to steal all of my shit, even if it means murdering me in the process?

That’s conspiracy talk.

Or, should I say, a claim without evidence.

That’s the media narrative about pretty much everything the President says after he lost the election.

How to be a one-term president?

1. Select a VP from Indianastan
2. Hire Bill Barr as your VP

Voila! You’ve locked in one term..

The president lost the election. It was not a “blue wave.”

Control of the Senate is going to be determined by two run-off elections in Georgia. They’re already descending there to make sure “Chuckie the Bolshevik,” as my former boss in radio used to call him, can completely destroy any check on reckless government that the Senate ever was.

*shrug*

Where can I go?

I don’t know.

But what I can do, and am doing, is just walking away.

If you’re a news network who’s reporting things that seem outrageous, then editorializing about a politician’s word, *click*

That’s one place where I can actually leave.

I almost said “sorry,” there, but, no, I’m not sorry.

I’m just not going to give you any of my money.