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“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly."
--Morticia Addams

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updated 10/17
previously 10/7

      8/14/20

       It's been a while, and I'm unmotivated to update (obviously), so...Read it over the next few days. Lots of piled-up links and vids at the end.

      "You wanna squirt?"
      Not a phrase one normally hears in public, or private, so I was confused. It was at the local April booksale, being held in July, and it was said by an ancient man by the door with hand sanitizer. Later on I heard one of other retirees say "Squirter?! Where's our squirter?!" followed by "He's on break!" If he was a teenage boy, he'd probably use his break to squirt.
      I bought 1 book, a slab by the Uncle John's reader series about history ($1), and 9 CDs for 50c each. My total was $6, so, as usual, I was overcharged. These old ladies can't do the new math. I didn't care, obviously. Not that you care, but the prize scores were Greatest Hits collections by Massive Attack, which sounds like a metal group but are actually electronica produced by a Mr Eno, and the Four Tops. I had to think "Didn't I grab this from the library?" before I realized that I don't have "Sugar Pie Honeybunch" or "Bernadette." The latter is a song about how much it sucks to have a smokin' hot girlfriend. I've only been mistaken as a guy with one when I'm with Jessica, and all I can say it doesn't suck, but sometimes other's reactions can get weird.

      I've read A Word a Day for at least 20 years. It's as advertised, a word a day usually with a week-long theme, with a pithy quote at the end, and a very liberal attitude.
      Last week started with redshirt, which is not what you immediately thought. "A college athlete who practices with the team, but does not take part in official games." I responded with, of course:

And I got Email of the Week! The prize is a word-based party game, that will likely never see use, as I don't go to parties and the sample questions were hard--I guess, I saw the page yesterday but can't find it today--included "What's the Third Amendment?" I mean, I got it after some pondering (it involves the word "billeting"), but some of the others I was baffled by.

      Anatomy Of A COVID-19 Conspiracy Theory. I commented:

      I was stocking at work when a Black kid, grade 2.5 or whenever they start to read, pointed and yelled to his parents "I see OBAMA!" They looked around and said "Really? Where?" and he pointed at the On-Cor frozen lasagna. I exchanged amused looks with his parents and finished what I was doing. By then he had the lasagna in his hands, and his father said "Now you only want to eat what Garfield eats?!" It was cute, is my only point.

      Really Expensive Accidents And Mistakes

      Ways To Stay Motivated In This Shit-Shellacked Era Of Epic Stupid

      Saying Aliens Built Ancient Monuments Isn't Only Crazy, It's Racist. Back in the early 70s, the big best seller on the "non"-fiction charts was Erich von Daniken's "In Search of Ancient Astronauts." I saw a half-hour TV show about it, and if they wanted me to buy the book, it worked. A third of the way through, I was "This is the REAL TRUTH!" Two thirds through I was "This is garbage!" It was the second thing that made me a "show the science" skeptic. Forget proof, where's your evidence? His theory was that every giant monument from the Pyramids to the Nazca lines to the Easter Island heads was made by Aliens! (But not Stonehenge, that was made by white people) Every myth, legend, and religion was really some dopey native misinterpreting the Aliens! (Except the bible, that was made by white people) That's the point where I noticed the way he thought--only White People can build things without Alien aid. (Did I mention he was German, and raised in a time when the country's government was, umm, let's say "not optimal for non-racism"?
      What really ended it for me was the photo section in the middle. I don't think there were captions, just listings of what page it was referenced on. Look, here's an Aztec carving that looks like a guy in a space suit in a space capsule! One said that a carving was clearly an Apache helicopter gunship. I flipped back to look at it, and...if a little kid did it, and the kid told you it was a helicopter, just like that 3-eyed, 5-legged Cubist nightmare they scrawled was the family dog...Sure. It hit me: "So the Aliens travelled untold trillions of miles, using a technology that current physics says will not exist unless they want the trip to take millions of years, came to Earth and...flew around in helicopters? They kept helicopters in their flying saucers? 1960s American helicopters?"
      Next was what was obviously a 3 foot wide, 6 foot deep hole made when the UFO blasted off, melting a hole in the solid rock! I looked at that one, and said "That isn't melted. That was dug." And he knew exactly how the UFOs propulsion system worked, right down to the exhaust pipe? Maybe that's a thing you could share with the rest of the class. He said "And to this day, the primitive desert tribesmen of Iraq use use these as refrigerators, placing a rock cover over them to trap the cool desert night air!" Maybe because--THAT'S WHY THEY MADE THEM? I read Newsweek religiously, and I knew calling Iraq "primitive" was like saying "Here, the simple barbaric people of northern France drive the Renaults the Aliens gave them!" Never finished the book.
      My copy's long gone. But if you want to read it, 50 years later it's still in print. And also called The History Channel.

      The Strange World Of Sparks. Fans will love the interview, non-fans have a lot of videos to help them become fans.

      

      To be honest, the actor playing Dolly is not that great. They kind of rush through the last half, maybe because the reopening had begun. And if you've never seen the original,1) it will make less than no sense, and 2) what freak hasn't seen the original?! Are you some kinda FREAK, you freak?!

      

      Never thought I would tear up at a Godzilla scene.

      

8/13

You work in a giant corporate office. The global company's so vast, you're not exactly sure about what every part does. They've got tentacles reaching everywhere.
       There's a new worker in your section. Diligent and focused, but terrible with technology. You make a joke about sending a clueless old client a fax as a text, and he looks at you blankly and asks "What's a fax? Or a text?" like some retard. He's good at what he can do, and he's a big handsome guy so he keeps the ladies from getting in your hair. You're a bit jealous, though you'd never admit it to yourself. You've started to find ways to bring this quiet guy who never talks about his past down a peg.
       You walk to his cubicle. You say, deliberately loudly so anyone can hear, "Hey, Steve! Every time I come here, there's that old pizza box! When you gonna throw that shit out?"
       He says, jokingly, "Every time I throw it, it comes right back!"
       "Yeah, well, the next time I come back I don't want to see it. You know what we say here, Steve!"
       "You say lots of things here. Is it...'Work smarter, not harder'? Again?"
       "Nah, 'A Clean Workspace Means a Clean Mind.'" You take a sip of your coffee, adjust your MAGA hat, and walk away. Steve mumbles something.
       You turn. "Did you say something, Rogers?"
       "Yeah. I said 'You say a lot of things here'. Like--" he reaches for the pizza box and answers in a loud whisper--"Hail Hydra."
       You run down the hall screaming "CODE RED! CODE RED! CODE--" ka-RRANG something hits you in the back of the head.
       Just before you lose consciousness, you see a ripped pizza box flying a few yards ahead. Rogers steps over you and says "21st century, and I'm still fighting fascists. This is why I got a job in Portland." The last thing you smell is the daily tear gas attack from outside...

      See? This is what happens when you don't update for a month, but keep writing and saving links. It just gets outdated, and you end up throwing most of it out like moldy cheese. Fascist stormtroopers pounding Americans for a month? Who cares? 170,000 dead because Jared thought the plague would only kill blue states? Whatever. What's on the teevee? I has toilet papers again!!

      I'm trying to sell my stock in Webster Bank. HOOTERS is open, but the bank lobby isn't, WTF. I tried to make an appointment with a teller who had absolutely had no comprehension of what "I want to sell my Webtser stock" meant. "We don't cut the dividend checks here, they're from a third party." "No, I want to sell my shares." "We don't cut the dividend checks here, they're from a third party." This went on for 5 minutes. (My quarterly check should have been here a month ago, but Trump Hate Bad USPS, so maybe they're getting this a lot)
      I got a call back from a financial guy. "Things are crazy because of the storm!" I thought, what? The storm with a 6-letter, 4-syllable name? My computer rebooted 3 times, big deal. Then I left the house to buy cat food...
      ...at my job. They had power, but they were throwing everything into shopping carts. They have a generator, but only powerful enough to run the lights and registers. I figured they were rushing the carts to refrigerated trucks. They were not, They were rushing to the dumpsters.
      Great feeling to know that all your work for 6 months is going to a landfill.
      So, yeah, kinda busy in the frozen dept for the last week. 3 people to restock a whole dept. Well, maybe 3 people. The dairy manager kinda sucked, so his last day was exactly when the power went off. His last words: "Not my problem." So the frozen manager is also dairy, there's part-time me, and a guy who works when it suits him. On the plus side, he had asked for 3 personal days before this, and they let him take it. Most places would demand he forfeit them. (He also called out sick the day before they were to start, whevs) We had extra help, but they cut that off because we were catching up fast, so they just let us 3--2.5? 1.5?--people do it. Stop&Shop would've been screaming at us. We had managers walking through and saying "You guys are doing amazing!" and they clearly meant it.

      The Great Captain Planet/Hitler Face-off of 1995

       Got my COVID haircut last month. Sister Patty, who'd been working 60 hour weeks since reopening a month ago, asked "How do you want it?" I said "Assume I won't get another for 6 months." I think it's the shortest my hair's been since middle school, when we had that one terrible president. Thank Gourd we'd never have another one as bad as Nixon!
      My hair had gone from "Winter Soldier" to more of
      
      "MY NAME IS KAREN AND I WANT TO SEE YOUR MANAGER NOW! ATTACK THEM, MY HAIR!"

      As CT is one of only 4 states with declining coronavirus cases, I think it's time I did my part!
      WE CAN CATCH UP TO FLORIDA AND TEXAS! CT, STOP WEARING MASKS!
      Notice how that when you wear a mask, people can't see your nose? This is the REAL threat. What if Harry Potter sees you and thinks you're Voldemort? He'd yell all "CAVEAT EMPTOR ERGO PROC HOC LASAGNA" and spell you to death.
      That would be another old one. Today I might say about those bikers in Sturges--guys so manly they don't wear masks, they don't even wear helmets as they squat on their 150MPH bicycles--that the first day's concert that they risked their and everyone around them's lives to see, was Smashmouth. Yeah, put that on my tombstone. "HEY NOW, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, YOU GOT COVID! All that intubulates is g-o-o-o-ld!"

      Okay, not even sure why the following are here anymore. They were good enough when I was planning on writing this, so they must be good now!

      

      You'll tear up at that one.

       21 Ridiculous (and Seriously Problematic) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Figures of the '90s I only sold a few of these in my toy store days, but...they were memorable.

       Something about kittens. Likely super cute! What, am I supposed to edit my own page?

       The Conspiracy Singularity Has Arrived

       Trailer for a movie about Pepe the Frog's unintentional de-evolution from comedy stoner to pro-Nazi symbol. Remember Richard Spencer at that "Many good people on both sides" Nazi rally that Trump praised and ended in murder? He pointed at his Pepe the Frog pin.

      

      POW! HAHAHA! Best part: when he stands back up, he's crying. "You can't do that to the Ma-a-a-ster Ra-a-a-ce! sob" They never caught the puncher, but witnesses said his last name was "Rogers."

      Okay, it's funny, but mainly here for the fact it sys "Connecticut" like 20 times.

      

       Polydactyl: Cats With Extra Toe Beans To Worship

       "It was all just a dream!" Disney Resetting Star Wars; Erasing Last Jedi. I tried twice to watch Rise of Shitlicker, and never will finish it. This is the Last Star Wars for me! (Until season 2 of Mandalorian comes out)

       Steamed a-HAms.

      

       “Useless Facts, Badly Drawn”: 33 Random Bits Of Trivia That Are Totally True

      I'll try to post more often. I don't want you guys to think there's been another Sinkcident.

8/24

       Byron managed to somehow stomp on my mouse and make the time/date stamp on the computer to go from one line to 3. I do not know how. It's irritating, my monitor's only 15 inches, so I need that space!
      After a month, he stomped again and reset it to normal. Byron: He puts the IT in kitty!
      This also made my mouse now go "DOODELY-DOOT" any time it went to the edge of the screen. So I guess I have to wait for more stomping.

      DJ likes to be chased. So he provokes his older brother into doing this. Bigfoot Byron's 17 now, and I'll bet you LTRotD just felt more long-timey right now--so he doesn't always rise to the bait. He pretends he'll chase, then sits down when DJ falls for it and runs. I call DJ "Provokemon." "Pick-at-you Pick-at-chu Pick-at-chu!"

      The grocery may not be able to get those Holy Grails of pandemic food (hash brown patties, Friendly's sherbert, and pre-cooked bacon, the STAPLES OF LIFE), but the Meat Dept has a four-foot row, top to bottom, of "chicken paws'. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED A GIANT PACK OF CHICKEN FEET FOR? Scaly, gross, gigantic feet with the toenails on? Does my town have a thriving Santeria community? Are chicken toenails now a food? WHY THESE FEET, why FOUR ROWS of HORROR TOOTSIES

      The public restrooms in the store are literally as far from my department as they can be, assuming there isn't a Port-a-Potty on the roof. Every shift I get "Oh god no" looks from people when I say "It's by the front entrance. A-a-all the way back."
      SHAWT: "Where are the bathrooms?"
      ME: "By the front entrance."
      "Where?"
      "By the front entrance."
      "By the fruits & veggies?!" (looks at the nearby fruit & veggies doors excitedly)
      Yeah, drop your pants and shove your ass into that 10 below zero door and take a dump on the Birdseye. I'll make you clean it off, and I hope you like anal frostbite.

      I was "blocking" (a weird task we do, that makes the dept look unshopped for the hour it takes before customers come through, then it looks like...customers came through, i.e. like shit, I'm kinda lost on why I have to spend 2 hours a shift doing this, but Life Is Absurdity is basically my only motto).
      I was doing this and heard a loud, violent sneeze. I heard two more. I looked up to see a guy, about 3 feet from me, who had who had taken his mask off to sneeze. And not in his elbows. And then he talked to me about something, some product we didn't carry, and all I thought was "I gotta wait 2 weeks before I find out what this guy did or didn't give me." Luckily, the door was open between him and me, but who knows what was floating in the air by his gaping piehole.

9/7

       I said I'd update more often because I didn't want you to think I'd had another Sinkcident. But I waited in a dropped-other-shoe way. I saw my Mom for the first time in 6 months! Masked and 10 feet apart, with me yelling "Air Hug!" without touching. I wanted to wait, because a few days later I was seeing Jessica for the first time in 7 months. But it rained up north, and we were meeting outside. In a graveyard, because Jessica. Maybe next week.
      And then, a shoe didn't drop, a jackboot kicked me in the head! The Sinkcident came back!
      It's been exactly a year since it ended. I got a phone message from my BIL. "You got a call from [inaudbile] Plaza!" Wha? I've only started using my sister as an emergency call number, and why would anybody call them before me? He left another equally confusing and garbled message, something about "Officer Palazzo" (sp?). This resulted in a total of 4 phone calls and 5 emails. It could've been covered by an email that read "The local police have a warrant for your arrest. Call them."
      It was for Crime #53a-211, "Possession of a sawed-off shotgun or silencer." It of course was for the former. The reason I never turned it in was because of--well, all this. It's not for self-defense, it's either a murder weapon or for self-offense, ie suicide. I was told that if I turned myself in, this could move to the next stage. So I did.
      There is no one in the lobby after you pass through the doors that close very loudly. No doubt when they lock, even remotely, they're fucking locked. I picked up the lobby phone to tell them what my issue was, and was told to wait. I read my Kindle (the sign said "No Cellphones" and it isn't one. It was that, or stare at their collection of old-timey handcuffs and batons that likely had bludgeoned someone to death. I would briefly glimpse, on my way to the Booking Basement, a case of what I assume were their most exotic weapons siezures: a pair of Thompson submachine guns. One a WWII model, and the other the iconic M1921 with the round magazine and front grip, seen in many a 1930s gangster movie, aka "the Meat Grinder.". I could've looked at those for a long time)
      I only waited 10 minutes. I was frisked, quite thoroughly (crotch sides), my pockets emptied. Of my 2 sets of keys, I said "There's a small pocket knife on one of them," so he kept that.
      Then, it was really just what you'd expect if you have never been arrested before and turned yourself in. Follow every direction, like "Sit down on this bench" which had giant metal loops on them, and what clearly were what they handcuffed you to. Then many questions. "Where do you work? Do you wear contacts? Where were you born? Do you have any gang affiliations? Do you have all your Original Teeth?" (huh?) Lots of very fast touch typing by the officer, while I just checked out the cinderblock-walled room. Why does their copying machine have a monitor? A sign that read "Have you Flushed the Holding Cell Toilet? MAYBE YOU SHOULD".
      "What is the highest level of education you achieved?"
      "Freshman year college."
      "What was the school?"
      "Oberlin, Ohio."
      He reacted to that. "I'm very familiar with them! Did you live in Ohio?"
      "No, they just looked like a great school. I slacked my way through high school getting A's, but then I had to do real work. That's why it was only one year." I realized that I was breaking my "No small talk" rule, but he was amused.
      The "copier" was a fingerprinting machine. You'd think this would mean 10 scans, 1 for each finger. But it's tips, rolled fingers, upper and lower palms, and the sides of your hands, so 26. "Don't move, let me do the work," but having someone else move your hands is weird. Pro tip: don't watch, you'll just start moving them.
      And then a bunch of form signing. Not having been through this before, I kinda hoped this would end it, but in 6 weeks I have a court date. I was released on a $2500 non-surety bond, meaning I didn't pay anything, and wouldn't unless I was dumb enough not to show up for my trial. That could result in a year in prison and lotsa fines. The trial he said could lead to well, anything. If they decide to prosecute, prison time. If not, it could be "nolled" (pronounced "nollied"), where I just have to keep my nose clean for 13 months and I don't have a record. Since my last brush with the law not involving illegal firearms was a ticket for running a yellow light 12 years ago, I think I can do that. So I think I'll just close my meth lab down for a year. Or it could be dismissed, which is basically the same without the 13 months. My trial is 10/20.
      I'm not super worried. Because I'M WHITE

       How to defend genocidal dictators, serial killers, and other evil people with conservative FACTS and LOGIC

       She WAS a Barbie Girl...

       Man walks like he's in a video game. Funnier than it should be. Note that the other people act lke NPCs.

       "VERILY, WE SHALL STAB THEE IN THE HEAD! LIKE 3 TIMES DUDE!" "Yeah, okay, sure. Whevs." Jess: "#20.....is that some kind of S&M advertisement?"

      For you really, really, REALLY LTRotD: Fourteen Vilainous Brak Memes For The 'Space Ghost' Fans

      Assuming that there is an election, and that he doesn't cancel it, and doesn't try to steal it, and Putin doesn't poison us all, Trump's clearly going to lose. And what will Mr "President until 2032" do then? When the Narcissist Fails should give you an idea. As for the USPS destroying, I got my latest Funny Times last week. But only the week before, I got September's! October's already? It was from June.

      Either you get it or you don't:
      

9/14

       I was annoyed that I can't use my garage, or even the parking lot outside my condo, for 10 days. Then I realized that they were finally addressing a problem we've had for the third of a century I've lived here: the garages flood after heavy rain. This has become a worse problem, thanks to global warming: We either get droughts, or massive storms. The ground is so dry, the lawn doesn't take in the water, it just goes into the garages. Their 2 brilliant strategies thus far: raising the pavement by the garage door by about an inch, which just keeps the water in. The other: long, ugly plastic tubes to direct the water away from the drain spouts, which doesn't do a dang thing. And they only put them in the front spouts, not the ones that lead into...the garages. This is like trying to bail out a flooding boat by drilling a hole in the bottom. There will be more heavy rains: we're only halfway through hurricane season, and they're running out of storm names. They're one away from switching to the letters of the Greek alphabet, which has happened this many times: none. (We now conclude the paragraph that has: too many colons)
      The paving was supposed to be done tomorrow. It clearly won't, despite the massed crew of exactly 2 guys working on it. I asked one of them today, as he was just standing there and the other massed crew was checking his phone. He chuckled at the idea of it being done tomorrow. When? "shrug"
      So I called the Condo Ass and left a message.Oddly, about 10 minutes later, they started working again, and 2 others turned up. Massed Workers Squared! Whenever they finish, it'll be a week before we can park anywhere near our houses. Because the pavement has to "cure." Like sausages? As they say, it's best not watch laws and sausages being made. Or asphalt.

      Trump wins Bay of Pigs Award. "He got an endorsement in 2016 from the Bay of Pigs Veterans Association. It's not an award. He has a long history of turning endorsements and other non-awards into awards." Shit, I think he's earned an award! For being a pigheaded pig. Also, the Bay of Pigs Invasion went about as well as his presidency has.

      Old-timey science fiction and fantasy writers thought that since Venus had clouds, it had swamps, and if it had swamps, it had dinosaurs. I'm unclear on the logic there ("Step One: Clouds. Step Two: ? Step Three: DI-NO-MA-SAURS!")
      In reality, Venus smells like rotten eggs. Not that you'd get a chance to smell it. The atmosphere has the pressure of being at the floor of the ocean, so that you'd be crushed. Not that you'd feel it, because the surface temperature is 900 degrees F. Not that you'd burn, because that smell comes from the fact the air is made of sulphuric acid. Even the rain is acid. As Carl Sagan said, "Venus is Hell."
      But...Scientists Detect Apparent Signature of Life in Venus’s Atmosphere. Maybe, maybe not. The chemical detected, as far as can be observed on Earth, only comes from germ farts. "The signal in question is phosphine, which, on Earth, is produced almost exclusively by anaerobic microorganisms, that is, creatures that thrive in oxygen-free environments. This gas, annotated as PH3, is often found in marshes and wetlands and is highly flammable." See? SWAMPS! T. REXES!
      I'd yesterday read an interview about global warming. Asked whether Earth could ever undergo the runaway warming that made Venus hell, the author only said "It's possible." Not "highly unlikely" or any other qualifer. So, we'll all die, but...we get ankylosaurs? I may be missing something here.

      Kitten With Broken Jaw Saved Thanks To A Creative Use Of Buttons

      Let's Talk About Death, Baby...in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. Pretty clear at this point that I'll never finish watching that trash compactor of a movie (aka "What an interesting smell you've discovered!" also, "That's no moon! That's a GIANT TURD") I was putting ice cream away the other day, and case of Breyers chocolate/vanilla had Rise of Skywalker packaging. "Dark Side, Light Side," geddit? I thought it odd we'd get that now, and it turns out that their other packages had expiration dates of early 2022. This expires in a month. So, just hangin' round the factory, and they sent it out. We also have some ice cream sandwiches shaped like the Millenium Falcon. These do not sell. I'm not sure about the Star Wars branded hand sanitizers, but at least those have the sense to connect themselves to the Mandalorian. I do not know if we have Yoda-themed baby wipes, but it would make sense if we did.

      Two great tastes that taste great together: Cyriak and Sparks.
      

9/19

       If you've commented in the last month, you might want to check there. I didn't reply, because I didn't know anyone was commenting...

       I had a work dream. These are usually stressful dreams, with the "job" being some amalgram of older jobs. Sure, it's a toy store, but we also have a walk-in beer cooler.
      This one was actually set in my current job, complete with people that work there. Most of my dreams involve people I've never knowingly seen--even if cats are involved, they're not my cats. All I really remember was that a manager got suspended without pay. When I woke up, there was a message on my machine. "Can you come in for 3 or 4 hours? R. got suspended for 3 days." A prophetic dream! Why do they never include the winning Powerball numbers?
      He's the 3rd-shift dairy guy. It was for a no-call/no-show. Jeez, dude, just call in and say you have a dry cough. I thought it was severe for a first offense. Anyone can get their schedule wrong once. I once almost did the opposite, a no-call/yes-show. I was putting on my work clothes and thought, "Wait, I don't work today!"
      But it turned out he was doing all sorts of not-good. Going to lunch 15 minutes after clocking in, taking 2 lunches, slacking off, according to the security tapes. They can only tell that he took 2 lunches if he clocked out, so I don't see the problem. He wasn't getting paid for it. Big deal, I clocked out 15 minutes early on Weds. Because I had to work on my day off the day before. Another frozen guy got called in 2 hours early the same day (but still got 2 days off). The suspension was "You chose to take unpaid time off, so we're hitting you with 3 days of exactly what you wanted!" It's like the rest of the department got punished instead of him.
      I'm supposed to go back to our agreed schedule, 4 days roughly 29 hours a week with 3 days off, when another coworker returns from 3 weeks off. He's in the Army and had to go build testing stations in the Virus-Hell states of the South. He has to quarantine in a tent for 2 weeks--but that could be a lot longer if he's diagnosed with it!

      The next day, my dream was about paleontology. What was the reproductive cycle and mating rituals of a giant extinct terror bird? I found out when a live one suddenly came in the room, and used its beak to french kiss me. Fortunately, so far this has not been a prophetic dream.

      

      

9/23

       Well, that's odd. The Newest had 5 hits in 45 minutes, from very different places than usually come here. No LTRotD, and certainly not The Fifteen (who are the same people--HI, The Fifteen LTRotD!). They were from Oregon, London, Tokyo, Rio. That's a lot of time zones for 45 minutes. My first thought was "Someone posted the InExOb again." But they were from "(No referring link)", whatever that means. "thoughtviper.com" is of course from the Newest link on the main page. (Although you don't have to go from there--here will lead you to the top of The Newest, and this will take you to the latest entry)
      My statcounter used to show Google searches, but it doesn't now. So I Googled (actually, Bing-ed, in case I needed their superior image search) "thoughtviper.com". And saw "top video search for" this page. A...video? I couldn't make a Youtube if I sawed off a shotgun and put it into my mouth! (too soon?) And here it is:

      

      Yep. That InExOb. It mentioned that a website said it was called the Bob Semple tank, "so that everyone knew who to blame." Which is my line, but it didn't identify me. I thought "Maybe in the comments for the Yube?" (all the kids today call it the Yube). Nope. So...how did it know it was me?
      Just because of the BS tank? Which, face it, is what it shoulda been named. I still believe that I, and I alone, brought the BS tank back from obscurity. It was in a slab of a book I bought for like $5 about *EVERY* WW2 tank. When writing the original post, I Googled it (or, more likely as this was 20 years ago, Yahooed or or Alta Vistaed or AskJeevesed), and there was nothing but an acknowledgement that there once was a Semple, a man name o' Bob. For the next decade, the only pictures was of the one I used, complete with caption. Am I somehow that identified with the world's shittiest tank?
      The video is entertaining, if long at 13 minutes. If it was narrated instead of text, it would've been less than half that length. But it has a lot of goofy pics and WTF Facts about Bob's Your Lousy Uncle. 12 feet tall! Couldn't put a cannon on it, because the recoil would cause it to fall apart! Crew of EIGHT! Neccessary equipment: A mattress.
      So, the hits didn't come from there. I checked the InExOb for recent searches, and found nothing newer than one from 2012. Which I will link to, because it's the nicest review that old thing ever got. I got a chuckle from this line:"With the advent of the Internet, Bill was able to share his obsession with the world, along with a witty commentary rarely to be equalled. The website is simplistic in the manner you'd expect from its era, but this is joy that doesn't need to be muddied by frills and whistles (thank goodness, we are not treated to 8-bit Greensleeves)."

      And then I finally figured it out. This has been happening for so long, I don't know why it wasn't my second thought: that one post I never deleted the hit counter from, New98 in 2009. In a sane world, you'd think it was because it started with DJ's homecoming! But, no, it's from when I was making mock of facsist cartoonist Chuck "Upchuck Asswipe" Asay, and a cartoon of his about Obama had me referencing the Völkischer Beobachter. This "news"paper was to the Nazis what Fox "News" is to the modern GOP. That must be why I suddenly got those 6 hits. They weren't for the page you're reading now at all. Just clowns who think Obama was the REAL Nazi.

      Second dumbest phone scam ever: (robot voice) "You have a purchase of $799.99 on Amazon, on your checking account paid by your plastic card. If this is correct, do nothing. If this is wrong, pres1 now..." Can't fool me! My card isn't plastic, it's a live platypus! Yes, it fits poorly in my wallet, but, you know, free eggs!
      First worst: going my last job at the likker store. I went in to panic. The other employees were a not net savvy older lady, and the college educated 25 year old Son of Boss. "The power company called! They're going to cut off our electricity in TWO HOURS unless we pay them!"
      Yeah, riiight, thought I. "Pay them what?"
      "$250 in Amazon gift cards!"
      "Uh-huh. Did you try calling the actual power company?"
      "Uh...no. I guess I should."
      So if you've ever wondered how people can be so gullible as to fall for flat-out obvious cons...

      Speaking of which, 30 Bartenders And Liquor Store Employees Share Their Funniest Stories Of Teenagers Trying To Buy Booze. My second day in a boozeteria: "I must've left my ID in my other pants!" and clearly expecting that to work. Me, deadpan: "Better go home and put on your other pants then." I'll never forget the confidence on his face as he prepared the Perfect Crime, and the crestfallen look when I somehow saw through his clever ruse.

      WARNING: Not just politics, but a series of pessimistic nightmare scenarios:A wargame designer defines our four possible civil wars. Not a fun read, but maybe a required one..

9/30

       Well, I made the mistake of tuning into the "debate" last night. I came in with all 3 screaming at each other. Then Biden just shrugged and stopped, while Trump and the moderater shrieked. Well, thought a person who is me, this is all it'll be, just Prump screaming. 15 minutes in, and for the first time ever, Prump wasn't orange, he was beet red from inchoate anger. He retained this shade of toddler the entire debate. At least as much of it as I saw, because fuck this noise. Every time I tried to watch, it was just the Bloated Tomatoface screaming "I WANNA EASTER EGG!" (as seen in this documentary strarring a Mr B. Bunny. At 4 minutes, the Fudd looks like Prump. Are you sittin' on a tack or sumtin'?)
      I checked in a couple more times, and it was just "Biden smiling, Prump screaming, Wallace screaming back," so why bother? I knew Biden wouldn't set the world on fire, but all Prump had to do was not set anything more on fire, and NICE JOB HEINIOUSLY LOSING, human embodiment of a rancid fart. I liked that second I saw Prump barfing through his rabies foam "The MEDIA loves you and hates me!" Yeah. Remember when Hillary stumbled getting off a plane, and the Media spent 6 weeks screaming "Does she have PARKINSON'S?!?!?" And then Prump was raced to the hospital via a caravan of SUVs, and said "He was just getting the first half of his yearly physical, just as all exactly nobody does" and the Liberal Media...just dropped it? Until a few months ago, when Prezdint Burst Blood Vessel ranted about how "The liberal media says it was a series of microstrokes, and that's FAKE NEWS!" Um, actually, no one said "it was a series of microstrokes" except for that one guy. Who was you, saying it just now. And the subject was just ignored, again. For further context, one inauguration Michelle Obama cut her bangs, and the "liberal media" wouldn't shut the fuck up about it for 3 days.
      "Biden said the wrong word" gets more attention than "manifestly insane person tells Americans to die of disease while encouraging them to murder other Americans"--meh, it's not like Prump wore a tan suit once!
      (n.b: He referred to himself as
"President Prump" at a rally, but Biden's the one who makes verbal mistakes, like--GETTING HIS OWN FUCKING NAME WORNGS)
      Wow, they're really going with the Karl Rove "Attack them with what you're guilty of" idea, huh? Someone apparently forgot to lock Guiliani's crypt and he crawled out, screamed "THE SUN IT BURNS!" and went to Fox to necrotisizingly yell "BIDEN TAKES DRUGS! HE SNORTS CRUSHED ADDERALL!" That is a a surprisingly specific accusation. Everyone who worked on The Apprentice has said that sniff say that Prump sniff did exactly that. Expect Rudy to next howl at the moon "AND BIDEN HATES GARLIC AND CAN'T BE SEEN IN MIRRORS! NOT LIKE ME!!"

       Joke I came up with as a kid, probably alongside every other little kid, about afternoon TV shows: "They meet on The Dating Game, go to The Newlywed Show, then end up on Divorce Court."
      Divorce Court, the game: 11 baffling TV-to-board-game adaptations.
      I have a bunch of board games from that era. Obviously, this one:
      
      But I also had its progenitor, The Six Million Dollar Man. I just checked, and I mean just now, because I never really looked at it. The Bionic Woman game looks like it could be fun, but the male one is just another "race" game. The archetype of which is Candyland, a game in which strategy is very important: How can you subtly lose the game so the 5 year old nephew or niece wins and doesn't start screaming their way to the presidency? In 6 Million Dollar Man Who Only Paid $750 in Taxes, there are 2 to 6 bionic men, but ONLY ONE IS REAL and WTF does that mean? The game doesn't even say "One is Maskatron!" and I only know enough about this show that insulted my intelligence at 12, which is not an age when you actually are intelligent, but there was a bad guy named Maskatron! He wore masks and...Tronned? How the fuck should I know. You just collect Power Cards and Candyland around a bland map, but you can FIGHT!! if you land on the same spot as another Bionic Mr. Farrah Fawcett, and this tense battle is resolved by...seeing who rolls a higher dice number? You can't use the Power Cards? What if I end up in the Molasses Swamp, or have to Not Pass Go Collect $200? I just have to...look, the $6M game is now under the Bionic Woman one, what am I supposed to do, pick it up and move it, I'm not made of time here.
      Now BW looks like there's actual gameplay! You can travel by car (slow), helicopter (faster, unless you land too far for a car), plane (you need to land at an airport, and THEN get a car, so fuck that). While $6M has only 4 scenarios as it's just a race game, and OKAY, I'm picking the box up NOW, stop YELLING at me, "Steve rescues stranded astronaut" by tackling him in orbit, "Steve prevents nuclear blackmail attempt" with a screwdriver, "Steve knocks out international crime ring" literally, by busting though a brick wall and screaming "OH YEAH!!" like the Kool-Aid Six Million Dollar Jug, and "Steve locates underwater missile network" by getting caught in a fishing net, GOOD WORK STEVEY.
      Bionic Woman has a series of adventure cards, each worth 10-30 points after completion. You can increase the point total by "using your powers," look, I ain't reading some 1976 game's rules that closely. Sample adventures, in the order they're stacked here: ATTEMPTED THEFT OF VITAL MEDICINE! You fight Mitch McConnell I assume. GUNRUNNERS! You fight Wayne laPierre? This is strangely relevant! RAIN THREATENS BRIDGE! which Jaime defeats with her ear. TRAIN WRECK! Jaime rescues...Jaime, that guy's back is broken in like 3 places, maybe not lug him around like he's a bag of groceries. KIDNAP ATTEMPT! Holy fuck, glad I'm not THAT guy! (These all have little, and sometimes remarkably violent, pictures. I hope that he wasn't planning on using his jaw for the rest of his short life) SCHOOL BUS FAILURE! Jaime don't give a shit, she's just normal walking. This card is only worth 10 points, fuck those first graders. HIKERS LOST IN MOUNTAINS! Jaime saves them with ears again. That's worth 20 points? CHILD TRAPPED ON CLIFFSIDE! Jaime--pronounced "Jamie" for those who never wasted 15 minutes of their life on this show--saves him with speed and strength. 30 fucking points, and WITHOUT EAR POWERS! CIRCUS ANIMALS ESCAPE! Jaime kills them. Seriously, there's no way that lion will survive. Fuck all the you, Jaime! 10 points to make the ASPCA hate you; so not worth it. DAM BREAK THREATENS! Jaime uses speed to warn residents while...wearing...fuck, Jaime, is that a gimp suit? The fuck, Jaime?! RANGER HURT IN WOODS! Wish I could show you this card, because Ranger Rick here is totally checking out Jaime's caboose, and she's drawn like she ain't wearing no dang pants. "RANGER FALLS INTO ASSCRACK" more like. EQUIPMENT FAILURE AT HOSPITAL! Jaime saves a child's life, and sure has one busy schedule. Where's JAIME FINALLY GETS A GODDAMN DAY OFF!? CHILDREN'S SAILBOAT SINKS! Jaime swims with bionic speed to save 2 little boys, card is worth 10 points, so if she lets one them drown, eh, what's 5 points? ROCKSLIDE PINS RANCHER! Jaime frees him, 30 points. WTF is so special about this guy? Did he invent Ranch dressing or some shit? ATTEMPTED PLANE HIJACKING! Jaime crashes plane into field not Pentagon. UFO SPOTTED! Jaime reveals hoax. Oh yeah Jaime! She might have been tipped of by the fact that the "UFO" is depicted as a giant USB cable. FOREST FIRE! Jaime alerts firefighters, then don't do shit. The prisoners can take it from here! KILLER COUGAR ENDANGERS LIVESTOCK! Jaime spends $50 on drinks for her, and doesn't even get laid. BOMB HIDDEN IN FACTORY! Jaime fight with Ear!! Much Ear Power is in Bionic Woman!! AVALANCHE WARNINGS! Jaime Speeds! Jaime Meths! Jaime snort Adderall! Why do you come at Rudy with a wooden stake?! STEVE AUSTIN ASSISTS because, girls, right?! SHARK WARNINGS AT BEACH! Who cares, also: game made in 1976. Jaime will next fight a War of Star. SCUBA TRAINING ASSIGNMENT. Sorry, we did not give Jaime this in the previous sharky mission. Jaime is drowned. CHILDREN TRAPPED IN CAVE! Jaime saves wth Ear. Why TV show have so much Ear? MYSTERIOUS INTRUDER AT CAMPSITE! Jaime investigates giant foot print. Could be from the Sasquatch named--BIGEAR? SAILBOAT LOST IN FOG! Jaime pinpoints couple in zero visibility. Does she use Ear? She use Ear, I bet! 30 points for latest Ear job! RESCUE MURDER WITNESS! Jaime foils hit men. Jaime sends hit men head soaring like into the next town. Maybe this is the murder being witness! ART FORGERIES! Jaime eavesdrops on forgers, but can only Ear half of converation--is about VAN GOGH painting! HAHHAHA writer starting to mind lose!! REFINERY FIRE! Jaime hurls explosives says "THIS IS FINE" while sitting like the dog in a hat in that comic strip OH GOD HOW MANY FUCKING CARDS ARE THERE?! PERIL IN THE SKY! Balloon in trouble near airport. Wait--balloon in trouble? Near AIRPORT? 30 POINTS?! BALLOON IN TROUBLE, CALL STEVE FUCKING AUSTIN, it is BAAAA-LLOOOOOOn. Hahaha! Next card is, yes, STEVE AUSTIN ASSISTS. "Another balloon catastrophe averted by our combined powers of bionics!" BANK ROBBERY! 10 points, because it's not like they're robbing a blimp. DIAMOND SMUGGLING! Is it on a zeppelin? Don't come crying to me with your non-balloon related crimes. SURVIVAL TRAINING ASSIGNMENT! Jaime assists. Blood-curdling assisting action! Also, again Jaime appears to not wear pants. HELICOPTER DOWN IN WOODS! For this she wears pants, which is quite sensible. Always wear pants to helicopter rescues. EMERGENCY VACCINE RUSHED TO VICTIM! Yes! Something we can all relate to! What, 10 points? It's worth 10 damn points?! Oh, it's that fake vaccine Tomato Face is going to rush out the day before the election, right? SABOTAGE ATTEMPT ON US SUB! Jaime becomes a double agent. Oops, I was wrong, it's the vaccine that Putin is pretending works. ATTEMPTED THEFT OF VITAL MEDICINE--Oh, wait, here's where we came in.
      Well, THAT was not what I set out to do. Now I have to look at some of my other TV board games of yesteryear, such as Bermuda Triangle, Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom, and the no-doubt non-stop thrill ride implied in the title "Emily Post Popularity Game, a Game of Etiquette for Girls." In which we are guaranteed "to 'Win a circle of friends'" in the year of our lord 1970. The cover shows 5 Nixon-era influencers about half a second after being told "Three of you have the VD!"
      If you were playing a superhero game, would you pick the power "Ear"?

10/7

       I got a letter from the court Monday. I assumed that it would be details of my upcoming auto-de-fe, and wondered why it was dated 12/01/2020, but that's when the moved the date of it to. And I say "it," because I don't know if this a trial, a preliminary hearing, or if I have to fight a bear in a pit. It only refers to it as "The above entitled action." The fact that they've pushed it back after waiting a year and putting me on a non-surety bond indicates that it might not be that big a deal. I'm going in wearing dress clothes and tie, and not a "FUCK DA POLICE" shirt, because I'm not that confident.
      *shrug* Kinda wish this was happening in 2 weeks just to get this (hopefully) behind me.
      My sister Sue, who works in a lawyer's office and is married to him, said: "It’s just an arraignment where they’ll ask you if you understand the charge. My guess is it’ll be your only appearance. The public defender will tell the judge that you’re a first time offender blah blah blah. And they’ll slap you on the wrist. The courts are so backed up, they won’t want to waste their time on continuing this. They have way bigger fish to fry."

      A Word A Day had a word for a day, and it was "Gremlin." Mainly connected to the word "Gizmo" these days, it was originally a joking reference to little critters that caused malfunctions in airplanes. I commented:
      This bizarre 1944 Looney Tune was originally titled after its song, "Gremlins from the Kremlin." It involves a Nazi air raid on WWII Moscow, led by that insane, screaming, incoherent sociopath with weird hair and orange-toned skin. No, the OTHER one. It's funny, and certainly...interesting. The more human looking Gremlins are caricatures of the Looney Tunes staff, apparently all wanting some participation in beating up that fascist loudmouth.

      Screen to table: 9 board game adaptations of vintage video games. The Tetris one actually makes a kind of sense, while the rest are marketing concepts in search of games that end up as gizmos. Not unlike the first of today's collection of Bill's boardgames, so I can get these things back in the closet and forget about them, "Bermuda Triangle: Sinister Mystery Ship Swallows Ships." "OBJECT: Avoid Mystery Cloud While Delivering Cargo." Whoa man, deliver cargo?! Including lumber? Shit, man, this sounds too intense for me! I stress out going to Home Depot!
      The Bermuda Triangle is an unsolved mystery dating back to the 50s that nobody has cared about since 1975, when this game was pooped out. (Is there a "Pet Rock: The Game"? I bet there's a "Pet Rock: The Game") It's sooo mysterious, because back then people didn't know that at sea, things sink! (We're currently living through the biggest piece of bullshit in American history, so wait for "Q-Anon: The Game of Civil War") It's a big plastic cloud, apparently of Mystery, that wanders around and uses magnets to pick up your also magneted banana boats. (Lumber AND bananas?! SO CRAZY) It steals them, or bumps them around, because the Triangle was most famous for misplacing stuff, like socks and car keys. 75% of the rules just explain moving the Mystery Cloud so that no one cheats and Who cares? Oh no, I lost my lumber to this giant fart!

      BANG!

      *ping*

      That would be the sounds of a transformer exploding and my computer resetting during a rainy windstorm, erasing everything I had typed, right up to that last sentence. Not a joke; I had to retype everything just now. DO NOT MOCK MYSTERY FART

      And now, that which you have been waiting for, "Emily Post Popularity Game, a Game of Etiquette for Girls"! Emily Post herself gives the intro to this game (for girls) in 1970, although she lived from October 27, 1872 to September 25, 1960, thus making her perfect for giving information to modern kids who can't read calendars. I got this (99 cents) at the SalvArmy, expecting something that could be an InExOb. I failed. There are 17 pie-slice shaped cardboard pieces of people, half of them lady girls and half male serial killers (including, no joke, "DON" who has weird hair), one piece of hand-cut lined notebook paper which I guess was some house rule for the owner, and The Dog. The goal of the game is got get rid of the Dog. This is not explained. The one friend you decided you didn't like because the cool kids didn't? Thanks for the social stigmatizing, Dead Emily!
      You draw Emily Post Cards that are...Christ, they're no Bionic Woman Mission Cards.The most interesting thing is that, given the stains, at some 12 year old's pajama party they clearly served pizza. Chosen at random: "GOOD ETIQUETTE: PARTY Your beach party was a hit because of the time you spent getting the work done so that everyone had what they wanted without going up to the house." Ideal advice for people who have beachside houses. Class-System much, Emily's Corpse? "GOOD EQ: DATE You introduced your date to your parents and started a pleasant conversation that made everyone" PUKE THEIR GUTS OUT. "POOR EQ: PARTY You were unable to control the noise and received complaints from sleepy neighbors." "You neglected to tell some of your friends that this was an informal party and some of them were over-dressed." "THIS IS A BONUS CARD The piece of of silverware farthest from the plate is the one used first unless a special implement is brought with the first course." Is it a flamethrower? It'd better be that or a sack of grenades, because I know what I'm bringing. I'll say "So I'm the dog? At least I'm not a DEAD dog!" and BANG! *ping* go Fred and Ginny and Jane and especially Don and also slice of lined notebook paper!!
      Marlin Perkins' Wild Kingdom we will get to another time. It looks like a very progressive version on Monopoly. From 1977, which is a very early time to refer to players as "s/he."

       Creepy Gospel LP Covers, most of which I haven't seen before.

      Nostalgia is a Luxury

       Public Service Announcement: The Greater Good network is a free thing you can click on to donate to causes as diverse as cancer, hunger, animals, and Alzheimers. It used to be daily donations, but when The Thing happened, it went to 4 times a day. Currently, you can donate--again, for FREE--every 3 hours. It costs nothing, and makes the world better, one single click at a time. Alternately, you can do nothing but put on your spray tan and aid and abet evil. Your call, really.

10/17

       My work schedule was perfect. Four 1 to 8 PM days, 3 off, 28 hours. The "3 days off" agreement never seemed to last more than 3 weeks at a time, but now I have it (at least until the holidays). Then my hours got cut to 24, then 20, then four 4 hour days, which is A) the legally lowest amount of hours they can schedule you for a shift, and B) barely worth even the 5 mile roundtrip's gas. It wasn't me; it was every part timer. The full timers weren't happy either, as now they had work harder to keep up.
      Most annoying was that it wasn't, say, 1 to 5, it was 4 to 8. Four PM is a long time to sit around waiting to go to work. I was bored mindless waiting on Tuesday, went in during a damn downpour, and...couldn't punch in. They'd changed my schedule so I had that day off. I know what the schedule said; it was burned into my memory because it made me mad. And the font it's printed in is insanely tiny, so the first thing you see is when you're off. I thought people would take pics of it with their phones just to blow it up so that they could read it, but maybe it's because it can get changed randomly. It could've been changed so that my day off was now a day on, and I'd be a no-call/no-show. If they'd switched my day off to Thursday, I just would've said No, I have plans. And my monthly expenses are only about a grand, but $640 net isn't a grand. Of course I'd just spent money on nonessentials, like a few CDs, and I'm about to on a real essential, new glasses. I'd also spent $70 on new dress shoes for my day in court. Ratty Converses weren't going to cut it. (Actually, they are Converses, just all black so that at a distance they look like dress shoes)
      But Tuesday I got a call from work, asking me to come in. At 10 PM, are they nuts? My immediate boss had just got a text. When I called back, he said "J. had a house fire." "WHAT?! Is everyone okay?!" "It was only a text, I don't know." J. is only 21, and his house has 3 generations living in it, as he just got a newborn nephew.
      Fortunately, it was not terrible. "Our circuit breaker is now just a melted slab of metal," and they lost everything in their basement. Sucks to lose anything, but if it's in the basement, it's probably not essential. They're all living in 3 rooms in a motel, paid for by their landlord's insurance. Their dog is with them. "I haven't seen my cats in days." Me: "WHAT?!" "They're with my sister. One's cool with it, the other attacks anything that moves."
      I went in early the next day. Apparently the store asst manager suggested that "J. can come in without his uniform, I'm sure he wants to get away from all that!" Dude, he already called out. A housefire is traumatic. Is no uniform okay, because you thouht it was burned to a cinder? The reason I paid off my 30 year mortgage in 23 years is because homelessness is one of my 2 greatest fears.
      I would have refused to work Thursday for a good reason: I finally got to see Jessica, for the first time in 8 months and after 2 postponements. In the last one, her husband changed jobs, which meant her inurance changed, which meant an inevitable fight with CVS over ger Class 1 Narcotic narcolepsy meds. She's locked into CVS because of the Gummint. She spent a "week from Hell" trying to get her meds. CVS kindly said that she could pay out of pocket, and then they'd reimburse her. "That's what you said the last time this happened! I had to pay $2500 for 10 days, and then you refused to reimburse me!" So she went from 2 doses a day to 1. I asked if she was sleeping 16 hours a day, and she said the only way she could barely function was being stoned all the time (legal in her state). Which she did not enjoy, as she couldn't even drive. She described what happens when she's unmedicated, and I can't even remember all the symptoms, although ironically "can't sleep" is one. Twice she said "It makes me want to tear my skin off," and I sure remembered that, and the way she said it.
      But we made it. I'm glad I was masked, so that she didn't see my jaw drop and say "Holy shit!" when she exited her car. She gained some quarantine weight. All the weight she gains goes straight to her shirt. She could go on Halloween as a different Jessica, the one surnamed Rabbit.
      It was very windy, but beautiful. Likely the last day of the year that beautiful. (Maybe too beautiful; the sun was in my eyes the whole ride home, and I missed a turn and drove 5 minutes the wrong way) As usual, we were in Putnam junk shopping. Unsurprisingly, stores had closed since The Thing happened. Surprisingly, some were new. We shopped the big store. The only thing I was interested in was a tiny white cat in a basket figure, but I already owned it. She was searching for a pedestal ashtray and a vintage Zippo lighter as a gift for her husband. About 25 years ago, you could get ashtrays pretty easily at the SalvArmy, as people stopped smoking (or were dead from it). She found a Zippo, but said "I'm not getting him one engraved 'Lisa'." She bought maybe 6 cheap things, Disney records, a dead Mickey Mouse watch, and cat themed books. I saw a garden claw tool that someone had tagged "Trump Hand Cultivator". I said "Nah, too big to be his."
      This visit's theme: fucking swastikas. Everywhere! Well, one does have to accessorize with the red hat when you go to the Trump rally.
      One clerk rang her up and just talked and talked. His female coworker rolled her eyes at him. Kinda got the feeling this was a thing he did around customers of a Jessica type.
      She's always been a very liberal feminist, but also usually disinterested in politics. That has changed. Her mask had a cartoon kitty and read "Cats Against Trump". Unfortunately, every time she talked, it instantly exposed her nose. She rarely goes out now, as she falls into the immuno-compromised category, and rarely talks when she does. She said "I think it's because my chin sticks out further than my nose. Your mask hangs looser because your nose is so big." THANKS JESSIE.
      She mentioned that the main thing she does outside her house is grocery shopping. She otherwise does gardening, and power-washed her house. I say this just because "I got bored, so I power-washed my house" is about the most Jessica thing ever. Except, possibly, "I power-washed the cemetary."
      Sensibly nervous about eating inside a restaurant, we got takeout and ate outside. I put my messy bacon bleu cheese burger to my face before realizing my mask was still on. (Why are masks such a burden to stupid people? Do they not wear pants? "My rights as an American are being infringed by not being allowed to walk around with my dick hangin' out!") A younger guy in mirrored shades walked by us, went to the end of the building, where literally nothing was, not even windows, and instantly walked back. Given the angle of where his gaze was each pass, I'm pretty sure he was not checking out how far Jessie's chin was sticking out.
      She complained about her mask making her lips dry, and put on some lip balm. Then, she offered me some.It wasn't until later that I thought "Sharing lip balm, NOW?"
      My other greatest fear? Going to jail for some bullhit reason. OH BOY, IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER, MAYBE I CAN SCRATCH THAT ONE OFF MY BUCKET LIST SOON

      The second-worst fast-food commercial in history

             
      

      


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