Focusing on August. I’ve spent the past two days largely trying to sit through enthralling courses to earn credits to pay my fucking protection for the certification that lets me keep working.
It does make me want to give up. You spend hours upon hours watching people read fucking Power Point slides, then do virtual labs that don’t work more than half the time.
For this, I’ve paid hundreds of dollars.
There was a story on the news this morning about a deployed USAR officer who was buying a house in MDDR without ever visiting it.
My wife was completely opposed to this.
I kind of am, too, but I can understand the circumstances.
I’ve thought several times about what I might do when I finally decide to take my leave.
Back to Tidewater? But that doesn’t get me away from Governor Hoodor Blackface, and his supporters.
Somewhere else? Yeah, but where?
I’m oddly intrigued lately by the Texas Gulf Coast. I can remember when I was younger looking at maps, etc., and there was one county along the Gulf Coast that was basically one family’s ranch.
That’s kinda neat, but, my reservations were largely related to the lack of connectivity down there.
Now, however, I don’t know. Even though 5G might cause COVID-19, my attitude is kind of “whatever.” (I know, showing my Gen Xness there…) But I’m inside the swamp, now, and I really only leave when I need to go to the doctor.
The ride might be a bit longer, but my life wouldn’t be a lot different. So. Why not?
Dave Rubin is taking the month of August off from news and social media.
I do have to admit that I have a tinge of jealousy with that, but I can’t ever see myself in a position where I’d be able to do with that.
Information coming in, and thoughts going out, have been part of my existence, really, my entire adult life. Financially, too, it’s never been an option.
I can’t imagine it, and I don’t know how I’d even try to do it.
March, maybe, I should try.
But do I even really want to?
No news check today. Some of my friends online dropped a link to a different news site, HNN.
One of the stories I saw yesterday was of interest. I’d seen something on Dark Tourist on Netflix where they were trying to get inside there not terribly long ago.
Cypress is a UN success story, if there ever was one….
Blonde – 8/1/2001
I am. Or I’m getting there again. My hair is bleaching out. Maybe it’s going gray.
Nope. I shouldn’t get so lucky.
I had a lot more hair back then.
If I let it grow, it’d still not be gray. If there’s a natural hair color, it grows out of my head. Except gray. I figured that’d happen at some point.
But I also figured I’d be able to grow a beard by the time I was 40, too. My odd genetics don’t permit it. Let’s just say that I’m a lot more American Indian than Elizabeth Warren.
I can’t help myself sometimes.
My hair is pretty dark these days. That might be somewhat due to my pretty much constant indoor existence.
My mother found a picture recently while she was cleaning out her house of my dad, my brother, and I.
I probably would have been about five years old. Long, straight blonde hair. My little brother with very curly blonde hair.
And my dad looking very much like me as an adult.
Time to wrap it up for the day.