Category: Scarred Brain murmurings

Writing on Saturday mornings i sone of them.

Longish week, but I did make it through. Circling in on the things that I need to do for the rest of the year.

I’m tired, but think I will be able to relax some towards the end of the month.

November was really the busy month, and I did get through it.

Still listening to too much Exile In Guyville. I don’t think I actually had that on CD back in the day. I did have Whip Smart, and Whitechocolatespacegg, the latter of which got significant listens going back to and from Carlisle to visit the Form(er)skins training camp in about 2002.

I had one of my vivid disturbing dreams about the vehicle I drove back then. The dream was probably sparked by something I was dealing with health-wise.

I was angry about how I was being treated. Or not, depending on how you look at it.

I revert to my default position of just removing myself the situation, completely. You Can Leave.

It’s probably not healthy, but it’s how I operate. Along with randomly writing things that few people will read.

Sort of getting back into the podcast queue.

So many meetings.

Ugh.

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EDIT

I forgot to link the story I saw coming on early today.

It’s about Lake Meade. Shortened version, so you don’t have to try to read that absolutely awful article — it’s not completely barren, as we’d expected, but CLIMATE CHANGE scary, and you should be really, really, seriously, truly worried about it.

You say that when your previous proclamations were incorrect.

Admit You’re Wrong/Oh, no, not yet

So you missed on something. Okay, and?

I guess any self-reflection is a sign of weakness.

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Okay, then.

I barely worked yesterday, and didn’t succumb to the temptation to do so.

I didn’t completely avoid work, even though I “took the day” off.

What’s an hourlong meeting, really?

Rumors on the Internets that I nodded off towards the end of it are untrue. I did manage to close the close out the app; I couldn’t be that far out of it, right?

Oh well. I’m engaged, even when I’m not supposed to be.

But the extra sleep helped me out.

I should spend time rearranging things here in my office space, but I’m really not finding the motivation to do that.

Thursday night, I watched both the football game, and debate between Newsome, and Ronnie De.

Whoever lost proved my hypothesis — you give up forty points, serve up the Fortyburger, you lose. I still haven’t seen it disproven. Yes, there’s been instances where teams have come back, sent the game to overtime, etc., but I’ve yet to see one come back and win. You serve up the fortyburger, you lose.

Then the debate. Newsome said, maybe in his opening remarks, even, that he and Ronnie De were going to be their parties’ nominees. Agreed.

But I was watching, really, with my own weird political confirmations. With the utter destruction of the Libertarians Party, I’m kind of to the point of where I am really only concerned about voting against someone I don’t like.

But that’s where I am.

It opens me up to live pretty much anywhere. Whatever. I’m going to vote against the worst candidate only in situations where my vote might make a little bit of a difference.

Hm.

Little dog needs to go outside, I think, but I’m going to do my late charitable donation first.

Slight apology for the truncated NoJoMo post earlier. I was kind of distracted trying to find a photo of my dad from late in his time in the Army. I did find it squirreled away in social media I’d hidden from public view back during the great de-monetizing of about summer 2019.

That is really the only photo I have of him kind of as I remember him from his time on active duty. He retired from the Army maybe six weeks after I’d finished high school, and, really before the ubiquity of digital photographs.

Attempts at on-line dating in about 1999 were difficult with things like the QuickCam.

Let’s do a camera over the parallel port with power coming from the PS/2 mouse port…

So there’s not lots of photos.

With a good, modern scanner, I might be able to import some things, but that’d require access to the photos (and books) where they reside. Unfortunately, those are split among various boxes at my mother’s house, and various relatives’ houses after they’d scooped up what they could in amongst moving her to assisted living.

Doing much of anything is difficult from nearly a thousand miles away.

But I eventually did find it, and sent it to the coordinator at the facility where she is now.

I’ve also been distracted by various news things that are popping up.

I guess the woke contingent are upset at John Fetterman for supporting Ismael. So, too, I saw something on X that Elizabeth Warren was trending because people came and bothered her at dinner for her support of Israel.

While my initial reaction was, “you reap what you sow,” I’m not going to go there.

It was bad when the BLM protestors were doing it to diners at Le Diplomat.

It’s bad when they’re doing to to Senator Warren wherever the hell she was.

Don’t do that.

Don’t ever tolerate those who do.

Even if your blessed DEI training tells you otherwise.

Leave people alone. If you don’t like what they stand for, you can always leave.

Today’s the last Saturday in October. It’s almost eighty degrees here on the lily pad inside the Beltway Swamp.

Whatever. Weather. Watching the Bills-Bucs game they were running nearly 70 degrees at something like 8 p.m., and it might snow some Monday night. Erie is still nearly 60 degrees.

The chemistry on this isn’t terribly difficult. One of the pods I’ve been pushing away from over the whole Israel thing is starting off with a rant about how graduating college isn’t that difficult.

*click*

Yeah, don’t need that.

And my wife walks in, shoulder surfs, and expresses her discontent that October is almost finished.

But the calendar is filling up for November. Still not sure what’s going on for Thanksgiving.

But playing along with my You Can Leave mantra, I find it interesting the things I’m really digging back in to. The Fifth Column, Reason, Cato, and so on.

Let’s go.

When I get on the plane for my trip, I’m going to leave. What can i turn off?

Writing today, after forgetting to do it on Saturday, and being “off” today.

There’s a lot more I could say about my grievances about the whole situation. Saying that I’m a bit of a disgruntled employee would be the definition of an understatement.

But I got through my tasks that took half of Saturday, and a good portion of today finishing up the initials brigade with work.

The incredible amount of work I’ve been doing has definitely distracted me from paying my protection racket to the professional organization.

There’s time. I will finish it by the end of the year, though I’m not sure if it’ll be before Thanksgiving, as I’d planned.

Oh well.

Preparing, too, for everything that’s coming up in November. Travel. Visit to the new Reason office in DC. Walt Hickey’s book signing. Thanksgiving. The Exile In Guyville show. (Aside: I am stupidly-excited about this? She has a bunch of visual art stuff entwinned, that I’m sure I’ll miss, but I’m still very excited…)

When can I relax? Can I relax?

Watching the Saints’ game last night certainly didn’t help for most of the game. That they blew it at the end feels oddly fitting.

Jim Mora’s USFL All-Stars probably couldn’t have messed it up that bad.

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And I got invited to a work meeting in fifteen minutes. Damnitsomuch.

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And I misread that.

Added to the team. But I really need to get work stuff off my personal devices. I am off work. I shouldn’t even be glancing, or getting notifications.

Those that understand binaries, and those that don’t.

Rest In Peace, ThinkGeek.

The whole thing with what’s been happening in Israel is yet another example of where the NeoHippie crowd who’ve been right about everything all the time, were absolutely fucking wrong.

It’s been interesting watching on TwitterX how the “blowback” crowd, the RON PAUL(pbuh) crowd, went completely silent yesterday, Sunday, after more about what Hamas did came out.

They’ve done a somewhat-effective job explaining that the major parties’ push of there only being two options being untrue. There are many options. Then they go and get behind quite possibly the worst one in the world.

Whatever.

I’m making a quick list of things to leave behind. Just leaving is kind of what I do.

So I write.

In one of my fitful periods last night, I listened to Andrew Heaton interview Michael Malie. They were getting in to some of the nastier parts of Communism.

The folks in the LP Russia Caucus won’t say a damned thing about the actual horrors that took place in the last century.

For them, the world started 9/11/2001.

Bubuhbut there was that agreement that NATO wouldn’t expand east after German reunification!!1! No, there’s not a thing I can point to that says that, but it happened. There’s someone of questionable repute who said it, so it’s true.

Heaton is also the one who had on the spiritual leader of the NeoHips, who said that the US was behind the tribal violence in Rwanda. Listen for yourself if you’re so inclined. I mean, Edward S. Herman, the guy who coauthored Distortions At Fourth Hand.

I do kind of feel bad about not giving Heaton some money, but I am Patreon-averse after what they did to that animation cretin.

I do still try to abide by my principles, even when doing so isn’t fun.

That’s why when I go see Liz Phair in DC, I will be Soberish, because I’m not buying anything at the venue.

I should get some coffee.

I think the kids’ joke punchline is “Ophelia Butts”

It’s a gray day with lots of drippage action here in one of the bluest cities in the Commonwealth of Virginia (and it’s been that way since the Yankee oppressors evacuated in the 1870s).

A bit odd watching places I used to frequent in Norfolk being covered by national reporters. Though the locaal stationss down theer have been remarkably quiet, I’m sur that Lake WAVY in P-Town hahs reappeared.

With that, detour to check IG.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxiFaMTrJ9e/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Another week in the books, largely spent alone with my wife away.]

The week started rather ingloriously. Last week, and most of the week, I was having some pretty significant pain in midsection. Lower left love handle, back, and so on.

You’re short of breath/Is It a Heart Attack?

So I got through the work day, and went to the urgent care clinic here in town.

Nope, not having a heart attack, but do I have diverticulitis?

They need to do a CT scan, which they can’t do in the urgent care clinic, so off to the ER in DC.

Got to the ER at like 6p. Triaged, heart and lungs sound okay, off to somewhere where they could attend to other people more critical.

Is an MS flare? No, I don’ think so. Reaction to Keysimpta?

Probably not.

I finally, after several other tests I finally saw a doctor.

At about 2a, after I expressed my desire to leave, a doctor finally saw me.

Missed both Monday Night Football games, including the Saints.

I. Need. A. Break.

The doctor wrote me a get-out-of-work note that’s good through the date of my next appointment with my PCP.

Did I take time off?

Of course I didn’t. I made my 1100 meeting on Tuesday, and worked pretty much regular hours the rest of the week.

Why? Because I am so incredibly busy trying to tie up responsibilities at work.

There’s so many places where people are just accustomed to operating one way, and have no idea why things are done that way.

Way too much ibuprofen this week dealing with the pain, but, I think it’s kind of subsided this morning, at least.

Lots of time spent actually listening to music this week. I’d stumbled across a story that Liz Phair is going to tour, and play stuff from, Exile in Guyville, on its thirtieth anniversary.

Show in DC? Yep. Would I forgive the venue who’s management company had engaged in some of the worst COVID excesses?

Hm.

Hm.

Yeah, okay. I’ll go, but I’m not planning to pay for anything other than the ticket , itself. Beer? Nah, I’m good. You did what you did, and I’m not ready to forgive.

But it’s a choice I made. Any action you take against a company or another individual might cause you some discomfort, inconvenience, but it’s a choice you made.

No, it’s better to force people to behave in the way you see fit, and you should never face any problems for your choice.

There should be a law….

No, you really don’t like something that someone else is doing, you have to remove yourself. You can, and have to, leave.