Listen.
You don’t have to have an opinion about everything.
You don’t have to go along to get along.
You don’t have to do what everyone else is doing.
All you have to do is figure out who you are.
All you have to do is figure out what you do.
All you have to do is not be a dick.
Do that.
Labor Day isn’t *actually* the end of Summer, but it feels like it is. It’s one of those markers on the calendar that seems like the end of something and the beginning of another. Here in Virginia Beach, the Tuesday after Labor Day was the first day of the school year when I was a kid, I guess that’s why it feels that way to me.
It always felt like a good time to reset or reinvent. It still does, especially after the last few years.
Pardon me…
Revel in what you are.
Thank you Windham for sharing Bray with us.
A not long but unique list of first world problems:
I have 4 Audible credits and am at a complete loss about what to use them on.
I have a list of projects around the house that I need to get done. I have no idea where to start.
I have a list of creative projects in my Apple Notes. I have yet to start any of them because I don’t know the order in which I want to do them.
I would love to take a test to see if it’s possible that I am an undiagnosed autistic and /or a person with ADHD. That would explain a LOT. Finding the time to do that, on the other hand…
You know, but other than THAT, it’s just great being me. Possibly.
I don’t know if this is the only place where it occurs, but the corporate world is one of the few places where a convoluted backwards process is replaced with another convoluted backwards process in an effort to ‘improve’ things.
I watched a two-hour YouTube video of a guy and his dad traveling Route 66 from Santa Monica and heading East. Different than other ones I’ve seen because he stops at many major attractions along the way. A lot of very unique places. Bottle Tree Ranch is pretty neat all by itself. Running Route 66 is a bucket list of mine.
The longer I sat through this, the more I question why in the fuck I haven’t done this yet.
Oh. Money. Right.
The most recent episode of the Podcast (week ending 8/6/2023) really got some traction on TikTok, of all places. I seem to getting more engagement and views there than anywhere else, even the Podcast feed. Moreover, the total engagement over the original post and the video replies I made to the comment section, was between 1200 and 1300 views. That’s amazing, and I’m super happy about it. I will be continuing this format for the foreseeable future. I found a winning formula.
That only took decades…
If you do a search for any particular news event worth remembering in the past 60 years or so, chances are you can find it on YouTube. Specifically, live news coverage. As a fan of that kind of thing, I have found myself down quite a rabbit hole. A personal favorite is the 1968 Democratic Convention on CBS. Yes, all the bad news you can think of is there as well. I don’t want to bring any specific bad news, but you do you, boo boo.
I mention this as a public service. You may want to search for some coverage in the coming days.
Who can say, really?
So, let’s be clear on what most of us in the real world knew to be true.
He knew he lost, he was told several times he lost.
He knew what he was saying was a lie, and he continued to lie.
He intended to cause chaos and violence, and he caused chaos and violence.
He’s as guilty as sin. And yet…
If sees the inside of a courtroom for a trial, much less the inside of a jail cell, I’ll be surprised.
God help us if he gets re-elected.
There is no Culture War. It’s fiction.
However, it’s a fiction that is going to define the next two years of our lives because of the loud minority that created the fiction, and the media that perpetuates it.
There is no Culture War. It’s fiction.
Real people in the real world know that no one gives a shit about your Holiday Starbucks Cup, or whether or not you say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, no one cares what Sally and Joe next door are doing, or what Sally and Joe and Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice are doing. No one cares about whether Little Priscilla needs to get an abortion for whatever reason. No one cares if Jim is Jeannie on the weekends down at Don’t Tell Mama’s, or if Jim really wants to be Jeannie full-time. No one cares if Little Priscilla would like to be known as Dylan and uses some other pronouns than she/her. Do you know why no one cares?
Because there’s no Culture War. It’s fiction.
Remember that when you hear someone screaming about all this stuff that no one in the real world cares about.