Nine

The show last night was great. Not necessarily all that I thought it’d be, but a fun time. It was ungodly hot in there, unfortunately

A few good chats with Robbie “The Fire” out front of the club.

Looking for the correct superlative to describe Chris From Brooklyn‘s opener.. His stalwart producer might have something appropriate.

Robbie should have brought his Hunter Biden artwork; would have sold well in his adopted hometown.

I liked Dave’s set. The live podcast session kinda turned me off. I understand why he’s miffed, and it’s tough to placate the Asperger’s crowd, but they’re really not stupid, and there’s probably something you can do to get them on board intently-focused on an area where you’re not the strongest.

They do have a lot good to offer on Chicago School economics. And, in the unlikely event of an electoral win, maybe there’s a chance they can keep you off the airplane that’s being used to cleanse society of the Marxists and Keynesians. Paul Krugman would do well to stay in New Jersey unless he’s on Amtrak….

On to the prompt…

Finish this statement. It was a different kind of day because I… (T2K)

I’m not working this morning. Sort of. I will call in to a mid-morning meeting, and do system work tonight, but I’m basically off work.

I’m still wondering what it’d be like to really some time off where I can go and do kind of whatever suits my whim at the moment.

Being at the show last night would have been even more entertaining if I’d been able to get out, and get home more quickly.

I should do more writing now, but I really don’t have the impetus.

I also should be giving ideas on shopping. Maybe one of these. I also kinda want a rablet, and a burner Android phone for my NYC trip….

But I’m falling in to the same thing I always do, where there’s no single thing that’d absolutely fascinate me.

Oh well.