Tuesday, January 28, 2020

The first month of the new year, of the new decade. Far out, man.

I got wired & inspired and wrote about The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy over at the Tumblr site. I’m still doing some polishing and pondering adding some links, so when I’m satisfied enough to stop, I’ll post a link right’chere. Long story shot, the HHGTTG is one of my favorite things, which is what the Tumblr site’s all about. Maybe I should look for a picture to go along with it.

Went and saw the Psych Doc today, and it was generally agreed it’s about time I do something with my time. I’ve been having a problem with the Sleep, specifically that sometimes all I want to do is sleep whether I’m tired or sleepy or not. The idea is since I have so much time on my hands instead of having a certain period time where I had to do something these days – i.e., no punch-clock job – maybe I should find something. It’s agreed that going back to a kitchen or finding some other brain-dead gig isn’t going to cut it. Not only do I have no desire to do something I’m not enthusiastic about, much less don’t enjoy, I have absolutely no desire to be around anyone. So there’s that.

He suggested phone customer service gigs. Apparently there are some you can pull off without leaving home. I had no idea. Or there are plenty of options for freelance writing or, to be more apropos, writing for pay. Web content, editing essays for med school, that sort of thing. First step is to figure out just who’s legit and who isn’t. He suggested Writers Work as an example, but I’m still working on whether or not it’s worth the money. A $47 lifetime membership or a $15 per month, and that makes me wonder. But there are other options, just a matter of digging around.

I guess I do need to make myself more useful, and it is probably about time. I am not budging on the whole Splendid Isolation thing, though. May not be healthy, but I do not care. We’re six months into this and I’ve still not figured out how to make it worth the effort. much less how I’d monetizing it. So, let’s hope I don’t get distracted and, of course, any suggestions would be most welcome.

The News really isn’t all that… well, let’s just say the American Experiment isn’t looking all that sharp today and that is a stone-cold bummer. Trump’s defense against two charges of Impeachment wrapped up today, spending two hours to vacillate between weird conspiracy theories and portents of doom should the Orange Lord isn’t shown proper homage. At the same time, they’re trying to deal with whatever prodigious bowl movement John Bolton dropped into the GOP’s punch bowl and looking like damn fools doing it.

It occurred to me that whatever the hell Nixon was guilty of, it must’ve been something fierce indeed. You’ll never be able to convince me that Clinton’s impeachment wasn’t a desperate Hail Mary of purely partisan reasons – lying under oath about screwing around and that’s it – just like you’ll never convince me that the charges against Trump are less about him being a crooked politician and more about him having the grace and guile of a thick-headed palooka and too dumb to not get caught. Make me think the world of high-end real estate he played in before this nonsense must be one hell of a rigged table.

Let’s look at local stuff. In his State of the State Address, Tate Reeves said a bunch of empty nonsense, but did announce the most notorious part of Parchman State Penitentiary, Unit 29, was being shut down after nine prisoners since January were found dead, either via suicide or fights with other prisoners. I’m not sure what this all means when it all washes out, but given the state of Mississippi’s tendency to kick that particular can down the road, I hold little optimism. The rest of his address was ranch-standard conservative “oh, we’re so much better than those on the Coasts” gobbledygook and really not worth noting.

Also, Cooper Tire is announcing it’ll open a plant in Mexico, though they swear it doesn’t mean they won’t shut down the plant in Tupelo and, thus, wrecking the economy of Northeast Mississippi. Sure. We’ll see, but money talks and bullshit walks.

I got a wild hair to go back to Pathfinder: Kingmaker last night and quested until the wee hours getting close to what I think is the end of the game. I’m not proud, I look up things I can’t figure out on my own. It’s always entertaining to me to see people piss and moan about this game, especially the dullards who bought it when it came out. Always give it six months, kids, let them work out the bugs. In any event, I enjoyed it. There’s been some interesting turns with the companion characters that I liked. Actually sort of feel bad about one of them. That’s always a good sign.

That’s good enough for now, I reckon. The next couple of days will determine where Impeachment goes, which is to be expected, I guess. It’ll be interesting one way or another.

Sunday, January 26, 2020

I guess we’ve all heard the sad news about Kobe Bryant and his daughter. The Lakers star who part of the Michael Jordan-driven dominance of the ’90s died in a helicopter crash this morning, which killed eight other people including his daughter Gianna “Gigi”. All over the sports world, they honored Bryant with chants of “Kobe! Kobe!” and letting the 24-second shot clock run out in his honor as his Lakers jersey was No. 24. Continue reading

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Momma bought her a Jamey Johnson CD, The Dollar, from Amazon, so she gets the MP3’s along with the physical CD. I have Amazon Prime Music Unlimited so she’s playing her new album as well as discovering the 300-plus Gigs worth of music I have on there. That should keep her occupied for a few days.

She’s also in a really good mood with lots of energy. See, Momma’s 70, has had torn ACL in both knees, had one kneecap replaced and is overweight. In the last couple of days she’s been going to the gym at ICC, and after a long, long time of trying to find one that’s right for her – particularly here in Northeast Mississippi – she’s hit pay dirt with this one. She says she’s got so much energy she’s worried what’s going to happen, because that’s how her mind works.

I tell her enjoy it because I feel like someone sucked the life right out of me. I don’t know if it’s the front that’s moved – it’s rained like pouring piss out of a boot all day – or because I’ve been out of lithium since Monday. It’s been refilled, so hopefully that’ll whack me out of this mood. Granted, this is just another fluctuation in the sour frame of mind I’ve been in since the first of the year. Might just be the Brand New Year Blues, I don’t know.

Part of it is frustration with this. I’ve been pounding away at this gibberish for six months plus, now, and it’s still pretty much the same gibberish it was when I started. I am still enjoying myself but one thing that’s bugged me for years is a lack of purpose, a lack of direction for my existence, and frankly, I’m not finding one here. Fun is fun, sure, but maybe I’ve spent too much time having fun. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly fine with leaving no footprint on the sands of time, and a hard look around makes me glad I’m not leaving anything behind when I leave.

Ah, well. Dark thoughts and foul moods. My cynicism is getting the best of me and I’m finding myself with less patience with the rest of the world. Twitter gives too many people with too little to say too much of a platform, and our only recourse is to be that much more vapid and unoriginal. It’s all performative and glamour without actual substance, it feels like. Which is, of course, arrogant as hell of me. Where do I get off passing judgement on everyone else’s plasticity when I’ve got nothing going on inside.

Anyhow. The third day of Impeachment is in swing, and it seems the GOP strategy is to not pay any attention through the actual trial while expressing outrage that anyone would dare question that Prince of Men, Donald Trump. The Democrats are providing a good case and there’s still something like six Republican Senators on the bubble, but when the rubber hits the road, they’re doing what they’re told.

Again, the GOP spent the past 30 years getting the base in the mood to attach themselves to a charismatic authoritarian who’d threaten “enemies”, be they foreign countries or the U.S. press or even just people who didn’t vote for him. What they didn’t expect, though, is Trump’s ascendancy, someone who’d take that spot with none of the subtlety or skill that American politics requires. Reagan, Nixon, either Bushes would’ve gotten away with something similar if all they cared about was pleasing The Base. That’s all Trump cares about, though, because The Base feeds his ego and they would be perfectly happy if the last thing all of his “enemies” saw the barrel of a gun.

I don’t know. I’m just in a mood. Here’s another link to the Willie Nash petition and another example of how half-ass Mississippi runs its prisons. Again, though, the average Mississippian is fine with this, because the cruelty is the point. We’re a very Puritan/Hobbsian nation and especially state sometimes. I am about a third of the way through Pillars of Eternity II and spent most of my waking moments today reading Jorge Luis Borges short stories while listening to Johann Sebastian Bach while it rained all day.

Let’s be honest, if nothing else, that’s not a bad way to spend the day.