Invertebrates need love too. Jam out with your literal clam out!
Part of the B-52’s shtick in the 80’swas imitating the surf guitar sound of the 60’s and the women in the group adopted the beehive hairstyles of the 50’s-60’s. Are we being set up for a 90’s revival in music and fashion? Rural Maine is hardly the vanguard of cutting edge but thanks to the internet young people can imitate each other amazingly quick today.
One trend that seems to get revived whenever there’s a Republican in office is 60’s style protests by the Left. It has become so formulaic that it is now parody. Thanks to the internet (again!) we can criticize their actions in a manner unavailable to previous generations of conservatives. What it boils down to is, rather than seeming bold and confrontational, their protests are met with eye rolling and expressions of “Oh, that same old shit again”.
I know the season doesn’t end for another 3 weeks or so, but Labor Day always feels like the end of the season to me, even now, so many years after it meant I was headed back to school. On some level, I always feel like the good times are over and I end up scratching my head wondering where all the time went.
Not all of it went to arguing with vegan cultists in YouTube comment threads, but far too much of it, certainly. I’m terrified of a future where these deranged cultists (who perpetually insist that it’s all about science and eliminating the suffering of animals, yet they don’t know basic facts about human digestion or the evolutionary and cultural history of our species, and are always pro-abortion) get political power. I won’t go full-bore right-wing-fascist-death-squad over much, but try to take my bacon and you will pull back a stump.
If any of these women are vegan, let me know so I can delete them and pray for their souls that they might escape from their satanic religion. Since they have muscle tone and feminine shapes (SYWM), my assumption is otherwise.
What’s in this closet, ya think?
Not of MMM, mind you, but of my time in this weird job. There are some parts of it I’m definitely going to miss (like my coworkers, and being able to kinda sorta talk about my job and having people be interested in it), and some parts I really won’t miss (like commuting past the airport, not having my kitchen right there for lunches, not having my gym nearby). Friday (or possibly earlier, depends on when we determine that I’ve sufficiently brain-dumped to coworkers and management) will be my last day in the industry. I am definitely going to miss the people. They are generally great to work with even if we couldn’t talk about much else, and to a person they really want to solve the problem. It’s been really nice to be part of a team that is focused, competent, and positive. If things don’t work out with the new gig, they have said they’d have me back. I don’t know that I’ll take them up on that, but I wouldn’t feel awful doing so. Even if it’s “just a a job”, it really isn’t a bad one, I just think I’ve found a better one for me.
Okay, time for some abs.
I got squash for days. Days. And about a hundred green tomatoes just about to go red on the vine. Phone screen this afternoon that I really, really don’t want to screw up. I don’t have any reason to think that I will, but after bombing the last interview my confidence is a little less than rock-solid. I’ll have to be sure to do some prep beforehand. Maybe listen to this a few times. Or possibly to this. And almost certainly to this and this (hey, I like that one, it ain’t about you).
And I should probably review some cybersecurity basics and architectural design patterns. Even if he doesn’t ask, the practice will help my confidence.
Is that Miami?
Here you go, horoscopes:
Nine days from now I will have worked here for a year. Neat. Overall, I’ve gotten sort of used to the idea, and I’ve made my peace with it. The rejection from the old office stung, a lot, but even I admit that I bombed the interview. I’m sure it will work out for the best, and there are things I wasn’t looking forward to even if I had gotten an offer. I was even considering turning it down if it came, particularly if the money wasn’t a big step up. There is still an outside chance of me going to work for my friend the wizard doing cyber-security stuff, but I have to live and work every day as though that’s never happening, otherwise I might not put in an honest day’s work or plan properly for the future that it’s entirely likely I’ll be part of.
Redhead. Possibly real, but who cares?
So the new pony beat up our horse to the point we were worried about her being lamed by it. Bloody chest, bleeding leg wound, just awful. We’ve got them separated now, and he’s headed back to the horse rescue sometime this week. Our donation will be staying there too, unfortunately. Horses are dumb pets. If you haven’t heard me say that enough times to put you off getting some of your own, I can’t help you. Get a guinea pig or a rabbit or something if you have to have an edible pet (or a dog if you’re related to the SCOAMF), but not a horse, unless you’re Amish and intend use them for work. At least our old horse isn’t awful, but they can’t live alone, so we’ll have to try again. Yay.
Crazy Cat Lady thinks I should keep it purple. I think the Vikings are from Canada or something. I’m sure they’re very good at squash.
Why is this mysterious stranger sitting on my car?
No time tonight, and I have to get up at balls early to take the car in for service.