Recently I thought Iād try writing thingsājokes, mainly-as they came to me. I liked it, but it just doesnāt fit with my mindset of what I (think I) want this site to be. I am forever a work in progress. There was a time where I was convinced that being forever a work in progress was a bad thing. I think there were people around me that were frustrated that I couldnāt be set in one thing, but thatās just not me. Iām going to be 54 next week, and my GAF was all but destroyed years ago.
Itās not me, itās you.
Apparently my former employer is still ārestructuringā. I saw that some remarkable human beings I had the pleasure of working with were told that his services are no longer required. Iām sure itās nothing more than cutting the higher paid people in order to have someone else do the same job (or twice the work!) for less money. Still, the thing thatās really bothering me about this round is that it involved call center associates. They said over and over when I dodged the first two rounds of layoffs was that they werenāt going to touch the call center floor. I guess thatās been forgotten. It was only a matter of time. The company makes cameras and printers, neither of which are widely used by consumers anymore, and they were way behind the curve on things the rest of the camera world had embraced years earlier.
I know itās not supposed to be personal, but when you invest a great amount of yourself and your time itās hard to not take it personally. In my case, Iāve always felt it WAS personal. It really destroyed me for a long time to the point that I couldnāt do anything creative at all. I hope my friend can bounce back better than I did. I also hope he can make an honest go with his photography business. Iād like to direct you to his photography website, but it appears to be down. So Iāll direct you to his Facebook Page. Please have a look and if he brings back his shop site, please consider buying something from him, and by all means spread the word.
Weād like you to decide, even though youāve already decided.
I honestly donāt know how this isnāt the simplest of decisions. I donāt care who the Democratic nominee is, Iām voting for that person because I am not interested in opening the Seventh Seal of the Apocalypse. Is Biden older than dirt? Of course he is. Do I care? Maybe, but thatās what the 25th Amendment is for. Iām waiting for the first Republican to say a damn thing about the 25th Amendment, but if I was a betting man, Iād bet they will stay quiet about handing the Presidency to Kamala. Funny thing, that. I bet they do return to the birtherism real quick, tho.
That said, Biden hasnāt helped his cause. The stuttering is baked in, as far as Iām concerned. What isnāt baked in is the switching up of names, the rambling and gibberish with no real direction, and the longāLONGāpauses. Yes, Trump does it too. Breaking News: Theyāre both old as fuck. However, thatās the ballot. Unless thereās a real, successful draft at the DNC in Chicago (the irony!), Biden is the nominee. No draft movement has ever been successful.
Heās Just This Guy, You Know?
Trump is the immediate existential danger, but if Iām being honest itās not Trump himself Iām worried about. What worries me is the Zaphod effect.
In the classic-oh-my-god-this-is-required-reading novel The Hitchikersā Guide to the Galaxy, the President of the Galaxy is Zaphod Beeblebrox. He brings nothing to the table. Heās a party animal and an idiot. But his antics distract the people so theyāre not paying attention to the folks really doing the work. Thatās Trump.
Trump is going to Trump. We know this. They know this as well, and theyāre counting on it.
Yeah, but when is the Two Minutes of Hate?
The RNC convention started today, and maybe Iām just old. I remember conventions being run differently. Not covered differently (although I can make that argument as well), but it seems more like a marriage of informercial and cult worship than it used to be. Iām watching C-SPAN for neutral coverage (because I am that nerd), and some minor amusements.
- *First, I see Marsha Blackburn, the protokaren from Tennessee, found the time to brush that rats nest she calls a hairdo.
- Second, itās funny to hear the band playing Where The Streets Have No Name, but dare not speak a word of it.
- Theyāre doing the nomination election at 3pm on the first day. Why the first day, and why not in Primetime? Also, it has been my experience that at some point, someone makes a motion to wrap up the nomination by acclamation. Not so in this case. Ego much?
- Juniorās a twat. Also, Juniorās a twat.
- Youngkin is slightly less of a twat than Junior, but the twatfulness is still strong.
- They are really calling The Orange Mush āthe bravest man in America.ā
- All the folks who read their speeches from a phone or a sheet of paper and STILL mangled their way through their state delegate votes totals need to have a fucking seat when it comes to Bidenās stutter or prompter use.
- You can always count on old white dudes (including me) to have the worst rhythm in the known universe. Awkward knows no party.
- In what must be the first documented Karen moment of the convention, Senior Karen was upset that Middle-aged Chad wanted her to stop waving her Trump placard long enough for him to get a picture ofā¦something. Probably the house band, Slightly Spicy Mayo (I donāt know, why not?), to document their playing āI Want You To Want Meā for 15 minutes.
Itās only 4pm. This should be funā¦