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Six

Election Day

Yes, I voted.  My wife and I voted for opposing members of the House, the same for the Senate, and split on two of the ballot initiatives.

On many things, I tend to agree with KMW, but not here.  I think you do get better people, overall, with indirect democracy.  That said, the Senate was never supposed to be directly-elected (mark me down as being against the Seventeenth Amendment), and I think the House should be made proportional again.  If they’ve gotta hold session in the Kennedy Center, so be it.

Chances are everyone I voted for will lose.

But how many candidates did I really vote for;  was I just voting against certain people?  Perhaps.

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NoJoMo

Five

What are some qualities of bad bosses? What would you not do if you were supervising others? 

I missed part of this prompt, somewhere.  Oh well.  It happens.

After a very long day working, today, though, I guess a key would be communication.  There’s a difference between Lumbergh-style micromanagement, and leaving people on islands with zero feedback.

If you thought that I’m seeking feedback this evening, you’d be correct.

Yes, I’m adept at what they’ve got me doing.  Still, it is beyond tedious work.  My eyes are not happy that I’ve been staring at a poorly-constructed Java monstrosity pretty much all day.

But it does pay the bills, and the Saints beat the Rams yesterday afternoon.

I kind of have a working theory of football that was once again proved correct — if you serve up the fortyburger, you lose.  Even if you managed to come back and tie it up, if you served it up, you end up losing the game.

Does history repeat itself?  Why or why not?

 

I’m very much in the “no” coalition on this one.  Things happen, but the background circumstances are rarely the same.  Maybe the outcome is the same, but…..

Apologies to the non-existent readers for the curt entry;  I’m tired.

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NoJoMo

Four

Write a bit about your drivers’ licence. How old were you, where did you get it? What kind of car did you drive?

Not applicable.  I haven’t had a driver’s license since my unexpected move in Norfolk.  Prior to that, I had one, but I hadn’t been behind the wheel since late 2012.  I barely passed the vision test when I renewed my license in 2009, before I was diagnosed with MS.

I really stopped driving, though, sometime in the summer of 2012.  I had a pickup truck drop its under-bed spare tire in front of me.  This really screwed up my car, and I was very scared when I got it back out of the shop.

When I tried again between Christmas and New Year’s in late-2012, I realized that I couldn’t see a red stoplight with a green tree in the background.

Probably, if I wanted to, I would qualify as legally-blind at this point.

I was also having real trouble working the clutch without toeing the brake.

I never owned a car with an automatic transmission;  I’m happy about that.

What does it mean to be a good friend?  What type of friend are you?

I’m contemplating this one, and I really don’t know.

I’m still on good terms with a few friends.  There’s others with whom I’d just never speak again.  Some of those are due to adoption of beliefs I find insane.  No, none of them has become a Scientologist, at least.  Those who are fascinated with politicians who are disguised bigots I don’t worry too much about.

A couple folks might avoid me because of something I did, but I think the vast majority probably don’t know how to deal with me.  No, I don’t have nearly the energy I used to.  I also don’t have the money to blow on frivolity.  I made mistakes trying to live a life I couldn’t afford, then they figured out WTF was wrong with me.

Maybe there’s never any reward, but at least I can still live with myself.

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Three

Free-write

I drafted this a few months ago.  I’m trying to get out some of the stuff that’s stuck in my drafts queue.


I’ve complained, perhaps incessantly, about the stupidity that is LinkedIn.

Late last week, I got a suggestion that I connect with my father.

My dad died nearly eight years ago.

Words fail. Please, please, please shut off your email snooping, you all.
Yes, I’ve got emails dating back years and years; it doesn’t mean that I ever want (or can) speak to those people again.

Still, what’s happening, though, and why LinkedIn is a pond filled with just about only recruiters these days, is that companies are moving almost exclusively to having contract employees.

My new role, I get, at least, paid holidays, and time off. What do I not get? The sacrosanct health insurance, and any 401K match at all.

You know what, though, for most of my life, I’ve not had those things.

Older politicians ran on destruction of the “gig economy” not long ago, while people her age are working forever, and getting rich off reflated housing and equity markets.

So What?

I’m going to point out what I’ve had to deal with as one of the youngest Generation Xers. You will see it on my resume, which will be as long as it needs to be to cover my varied work history. It will not be a two-page Microsoft Word 97 document. Sorry.

To the arts major recruiters, consider your favorite author. How would his/her (yes, I know, that’s sys-gendered…..) works


I don’t know why I didn’t publish this back when I wrote it.  It does speak to the whole data mining.

How does government fix that?  It can’t.

I write this as I listen to a Libertarian take on the issue of birthright citizenship.

The more you read, and the more you think about things, the more your opinions change.

That makes me a bad person, I suppose.  Rachel Maddow might be able to whip up some tears about it.  *shrug*

Stuff in my sights at the moment:

Well, this.  I guess the idea is keep-it-big-but-regulate-the-fuck-out-of-it.  No.  Don’t do that.  If something’s too big, instead of forcing things, leave.  All you can do is take your attention and money away.

That, of course, is what I’m doing.

I’m also paying attention to the NFL, even if the fans, and the TV audiences have largely left.

Rams at the Saints tomorrow should be interesting.

Not a lot more to say, really.  I’m making prime rib for dinner for me, my wife, brother, and sister-in-law.  Similarly, I will declare that done when it’s done.  Like this entry.

So on to tomorrow.

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Two

Just in to the prompts today.  The second prompts are harvested from someone on OD, who’s trying to sorta resurrect the old NoJoMo bits there.

I am writing because I’ve already hit my work target for the week, and am out of workable hours.  Maybe, though, Sunday, I’ll actually have a full day off for the first time in like two weeks.

So on to it….

Are you listed as an organ or bone marrow donor? Why or why not?

I was.  My disabled guy ID doesn’t show it anymore, though.

At the same time, like anybody would want my organs with the sheer amount of chemicals pumped into my body, I wonder if anyone’d want them.  If there was something on/in me to salvage, I guess someone could have it, but I’m having trouble figuring out what of me might be of any use.

My blood?  No, I ate British beef in the 1980s, so nobody will take that while I’m alive.

Hair?  Well, what of it’s still left, maybe.

How would you describe yourself to someone who had never met you?

This one is tough.

I’m a married guy in his late-thirties.  No kids.  Nerd.  Not much of a professional future left on account of my physical disability;  I have multiple sclerosis.  MS has taken most of my vision, and quite a bit of my mobility.

My father was a career Army officer, so I grew up all over the place;  I attended three high schools.  While I was in college, I started working in television, then radio.  I stayed in broadcasting for the better part of a decade.  I left radio in 2005 to try to pay off my college debts, in preparation for going to law school.

Instead, I met the girl I’d marry.  I got sick, and she stuck around.

And I got turned around while writing this.  The work I thought I was going to do tomorrow got quadrupled.  Oh well.  I like what I’m doing.

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One

Intro and what I’m doing. This marks the ninth straight year.

On the old OD site, this was kind of a thing.  Essentially, you write every single day of the month of November.

Much as I was back in the summer, I’m happy, which really does remove a reason to write.  That was even before I chose to remove myself from most social media.

There’s really just that much to get wound-up about.  I’m sure the DNC delegation of Facebook friends would disagree, but, again, I don’t care.

A longtime friend scored me a ticket to Shmoocon in January.  I’ve missed the past three.  It feels more than a little strange, but maybe I’ll get something more out of it this year.

So, back to what I’m doing, and why.  I mentioned the old OD site.  It’s been resurrected following its demise back in 2013.  I’d purchased a lifetime subscription, which they did honor after reanimation.  I had downloaded copies of what I’d written before it went dark, but there is a bit of an old friend feeling.

I’ve been horrible about writing, there, of course.  (And yes, I’ll be reposting this there, too.)  I guess the reanimation was right around the time I got removed from round two of being in the 1998-vintage icebox.  (Originally, I’d said “shitcanned,” but I wasn’t fired.  I was laid off because a guy not worth the C4 it’d take to blow him up didn’t like me doing things according to published regulation…)

As for why I do it?  It helps me focus the many thoughts sprinting through this scarred brain of mine.  Do I have something to say about everything?  No.  There’s things that nobody needs to know.  There’s other things that pretty much are my sole interest;  why bore people with them?

But it also puts me in the mood for holidaying.  Can I really relax myself enough to enjoy them, for a change, this year?  I’m hoping so.

So, on to it.  Happy NoJoMo.

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NoJoMo Prompts

November is tomorrow.  I’m sampling some prompts this year from a Teachers’ site. https://www.dailyteachingtools.com/journal-writing-prompts.html
  1. Intro and what I’m doing.  This marks the ninth straight year.
  2. Are you listed as an organ or bone marrow donor? Why or why not?
  3. Free-write
  4. Write a bit about your drivers’ licence. How old were you, where did you get it? What kind of car did you drive?
  5. What are some qualities of bad bosses? What would you not do if you were supervising others? (No, I won’t aks for you to make your worst bosses, but you can write about why they sucked.)
  6. Election Day.
  7. What is the most expensive thing you have ever bought for yourself?
  8. Is there an outfit, a meal, a drink, a style, a whatever, that you feel is the quintessential “you?”
  9. Write about someone who is no longer a part of your life. Could be a love, a friend, a relative. Why aren’t they a part of your life anymore?
  10. What would you do if you could travel into the past?
  11. Veterans’ Day.
  12. What has been the biggest disappointment in your life that turned out to be a blessing in disguise?
  13. What is your favorite kind of weather?  Why?
  14. Compile a list of words that describe you as a child.  Compile a second list that describes you as you are now.  How are these lists the same?  How are they different
  15. Halftime.
  16. What was the last thing on your mind as you fell asleep last night?
  17. Tell about what triggers anger in you or someone else.
  18. What is on your bucket list? (A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you die)
  19. What would you do if someone just gave you $1 million?
  20. Recap of your year month-by-month.
  21. Write a bit about what you do in a “normal” day.  What do you do?  Where are you?  Are you satisfied with your current situation?
  22. Thanksgiving
  23. Do you think steps should be taken by government (local, state or federal) to help curb the obesity epidemic currently happening in the United States? If so, what steps should the government take? If not, how do you feel the problem of obesity can be addressed?
  24. Small Business Saturday. Write about small businesses you frequent.
  25. Football.
  26. Thanksgiving leftovers — what do you have, and what are you doing with them?
  27. What places hold particular allure for you; where might you like to live?
  28. Free-write
  29. What are your holiday plans for Christmas?
  30. Wrap-Up.
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Withdraw

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve really made an effort to really withdraw from social media.  There are many reasons for this.

  1.  Google and Facebook.  I was utterly disgusted listening to the Senate testimony a few weeks ago.  The company who used to have the principle of “don’t be evil,” is now okay doing things with repressive governments.  I also noticed that GMail, and Facebook were suggesting friends I’d never even considered connecting with apart from private emails on 757.org.  So, the bits of doubt were planted early.  The testimony, the actions of perhaps less-than-honest mining, and politicans who purportedly represent me, I decided to really curtail things.  Well, that combined with;
  2. Politics.  I am at odds with the strains of jubilation from people who view me as a heretic, as well as the even older people who trot out other stupid stuff.  I don’t care.  Really.  Everybody thinks I’m evil because… Again, I don’t care.  I am who I am.  I explore ideas that are contrary to my conclusions.  But I shouldn’t be able to do that.  That I might access things not approved by the commissars is a problem.  I’m free to leave. Well, for now.  The strike-through is intentional;  I can leave, and there’s nothing that can stop me.  This is a problem for both businesses and governments.  Sorry.  The Internet, and the math that underlies it, are things that business and government can’t surpress without resorting to the ultimate weapon of government — force.  Fine.  Whatever. 
  3. When I chose to withdraw from FB, I jettisoned also G+, and LinkedIn.  G+, of course, had a similar data breech to FB.  I was tempted to say, “purportedly it’s shut down,” but i looked around, and it’s still up.  For now. I’ve complained about LinkedIn before, but it seems to be nothing but recruiters these days.  (Aside:  the legion of corporate recruiters is likely attributable to the major increase of folks graduating with Arts degrees.  Spell too well to work as a Barista?  Don’t worry.  You can work in tech staffing!!1!)
  4. Google’s decision to push all traffic in Chrome to SSL is a really bad idea.  Hey, it’s sekur, so nobody can look at it.  Except, of course, the totes didn’t use to be evil company, and the NSA.  You’ve also killed off all the sorts of things developed to make Intertubing faster since the web came into being.  I really don’t care that my people can see what banner ads I’m seeing, and those might be cached somewhere else.

I’m preparing to write again in November.  The summer writing went well this year, but I didn’t feel the need to do it.  There’s periods at work when I’m very busy these days, and don’t have the urge to write to kill time.  But I do miss writing.  As the year ends, I might have more to say.ca

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    Thirty-one (8/20)

    Another Summer writing period finished, and tomorrow I embark on the final year of, to quote Oscar Santana, my douchebag thirties.

    All apologies if I kind of seemed off-in-space on these.  As I said, I really do wonder if a big part of what I was doing was because I was so miserable.

    I just got off the phone with a recruiter trying to get me back in to where I was for the bad situation in Norfolk.  I doubt I’ll have any opportunity, but that I’m even willing to consider it is evidence of how much I was fucked up.

    Was it better than what I was dealing with the first round in the icebox?  Yes.  Was it good?  Fuck no.  But that there’s no do-not-consider note, and that I might reciprocate says a lot.

    At the same time, I am more than satisfied with where I am, now.

    What a change from last year.

    And just as I started to rank things, I quit.

    2015 I was broke.

    2016 I was working like a dog, getting treated like shit, and my health was about to go off-the-rails.  (My first hospital stay was in September of that year….)

    2017 I was unemployed, after a few more unsuccessful months in the blast chiller.

    2018, well, read some of what I’ve written this month, and you decide.

    But I did it.  All finished.  Now time to celebrate some, I suppose.

    Or watch John Brennan backing down from his treason claims as fast as he fucking can.

    But Rachel Maddow will back them all up, so it’ll be okay.

    Pfft.

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    Thirty (8/19)

    Okay, so maybe I didn’t miscalculate my dates.

    One more day of this, then I’m finished. Not 30 entries, but there’s 31 days in these summer months.

    I am getting into the kick of writing, but I’m finding reasons not to, too.

    Sticking with it, well, that’s just what I do.

    Taking things back, though, and I’m going to actually edit this from what I’d originally recorded in my diary.

    I have edited the names here, with people other than me replaced by numbers.


    Conversation from IRC, over an ad on craigslist looking for a roommate….names changed to protect the guilty….

    15:49 [@sean] a——.com
    15:50 [@sean] temp agency
    15:50 [ 1] oh a——-
    15:50 [@sean] hrmph
    15:50 [ 1] yea
    15:50 [@sean] iow
    15:50 [@sean] we work like
    15:50 [@sean] three weeks at a time
    15:50 [@sean] we need someone to pay for shit!
    15:50 [@sean] so we can continue buying beer and rubbers
    15:50 [ 2 need to cut back on the rubbers
    15:50 [ 3] young male professionals
    15:50 [ 3] at least they didnt ask for a female only roommate
    15:50 [@sean] they’re mcses
    15:51 [ 3] they could be ccnas
    15:52 [@sean] novell
    15:52 [ 3] 4
    15:52 [ 5] loz
    15:53 [@sean] of course
    15:53 [@sean] they’re tards, too
    15:54 [@sean] town center ain’t far from planned parenthood
    15:54 [@sean] I’ve heard you can get free rubbers there
    15:54 [ 3] dude
    15:54 [ 3] they’re mcses
    15:54 [ 3] they dont use rubbers
    15:54 [ 3] just crisco
    15:54 [@sean] lmaonade
    15:54 [ 3] ANALEAZE
    15:56 [ 6] They have a big bowl of them at that planned parenthood
    15:56 [ 6] and it’s near the door
    15:56 [ 6] so you can run it and run out
    15:56 [ 6] w/out talking to anyone
    15:57 [ 3] analease?
    15:57 [ 6] no, rubbers
    15:57 [ 6] I was giving confirmation
    15:58 [ 3] we changed conversation focus to buttsechs mgs
    15:58 [ 6] since control-H is too scared to go in there
    15:58 [ 3] plz keep up
    15:58 [ 6] control-H needed to know
    15:58 [ 6] trust me
    15:58 [ 3] oic
    15:58 [ 3] I forgot
    15:58 [ 3] winkwink nudgenudge
    16:01 [@sean] 6: I can afford ones that don’t break like the free ones
    16:01 [ 4] if they get 100% o f the value, I doubt they would do shit
    16:01 [ 4] omg those are good condoms
    16:01 [ 4] name brand nigga
    16:02 [@sean] it’s like the crack dealer
    16:02 [@sean] they give you defective ones
    16:02 [@sean] so you’ll need to come back in a few weeks
    16:07 [ 3] but control-H
    16:07 [ 3] it costs them money when you come back
    16:08 [ 6] free condoms, but the abortions cost $$$ ?
    16:08 [@sean] it’d be like a onconology clinic handing out cigarettes
    16:08 [ 7] kek
    16:08 [ 3] rofl


    Notice the tag here is, “everything gets deleted, eventually.”  Maybe it doesn’t, though?

    One of the podcasts I routinely listen to regularly has been hitting on lately is about how people’s memories of things change over time.

    They do, certainly, but I think, maybe, keeping track of what you’re thinking and doing helps clarify things for later?

    I’ve really taken it in the shorts over the past five years on top of being sick.  Maybe what I’ve written will bring back clearer memories.

    But, as I said the other day, I think I’d started doing these summer periods because I was so fucking miserable with my situation.

    When I did this last year, I was about to start my next round in hell.  Perhaps I should say that I regret going back there;  I should have learned my lesson the first time.

    But, no, I did what I did because it was the right thing to do for our situation.  Things have changed.

    Speaking of that, reading back through that exchange, “a——” is a pretty sizable staffing firm.  So this was from August 2006, and sorta signified the start of the “gig economy” that was so widely-panned in the 2016 election.

    My understanding of it was a bit misguided, thinking that they were only working two days per month, and were focused on selling Microsoft’s products.

    I didn’t take into account the price of benefits.  I wonder if someone would do the math on that compared to now to see what the difference is.  Big companies are looking to peddle labor with a minimum of government meddling.  So government just puts things that further discourage companies from hiring anybody full-time.

    *shrug*

    Free-write tomorrow to close things out.  My head is pretty clear, even if my vision isn’t.