The Weekend in Foolish Attention
DATELINE: Saturday, February 19, 2022
Whoa!
Why didn’t you all tell me that quitting my job would be so freeing and yet anxiety-riddled? I mean, the wonder of having no Zoom meetings, no project assignments, no Zoho updates is only balanced out by repeatedly staring at my bank balance and knowing it will only go down in the near future.
Kidding about the anxiety part. The arrangement in our household is that I do the Big Jobs, pay the bulk of our living expenses, and she saves. This is why she saves, so I can go rogue when things become untenable and need to shed the skin of the one snake to grow some new skin.
I’ve been here even when I wasn’t in such a pragmatic coupling and, guess what? A job and the day-to-day making of money does not comprise the part of your life that matters. It’s an important part because sans resources one finds himself napping under a highway at 3:00pm with his shoes sitting just inside the curb. It is not the part you’ll remember as they start giving you the liquid morphine in the hospice bed (you won’t remember much after that apparently).
So, for at least a few weeks, I’m recalibrating some. I’m writing what I want to write, I’m playing with an experimental poetry/electronic music podcast, I’m doing some low level gambling (I mean, I made $40.00 yesterday and a Conan slot machine in Circus Circus and that shit counts toward the plus column).
Then, after I’m so bored with relaxing ( I get that way) I’ll leap in head-first into the next big thing.
The Hottest Woman in Congress Awarded Some Red Lobster
Back when I was single, I went on a date with a dancer. She was super hot but confessed after we received some appetizers that she considered torture to be a credible method in the War on Terror and that Dick Cheney was a hero of hers.
I excused myself to the bathroom and, like Travolta in Pulp Fiction, talked myself out of getting the fuck outta there. I decided that I could eat and she was cute so there might be sex later (there was) so I stuck around.
In a ‘hot soccer mom’ sort of way, I feel the same about U.S. Representative Lauren Boebert. Turns out talk show host Jesse Kelly feels similarly (although probably digs her batshit crazy politics as well) as he awarded her The Hottest Woman in Congress award last week.
The award misspelled the Colorado Republican's last name as 'Boebart'
It also came with a partially-used Red Lobster gift card worth $27.43
Kelly called it a 'high achievement' and said Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, a New York Democrat, was the runner up
Due to House ethics rules prohibiting congress members from accepting gift cards, Boebert may have to return her prize
I also, back when I was single, ate at a Red Lobster and got so sick, I shit the bed. Let’s hope the same for Lauren, yeah?
Now, I’m REALLY Not Excited About the Oscars
Regina Hall, Amy Schumer and Wanda Sykes have been announced as the co-hosts of the 94th Academy Awards, marking the first time since 1987 that the telecast has had three emcees.
“Hey, let’s get some women to host!”
“Yeah! How about Tig Notaro, Tiffany Haddish, and Ali Wong?”
“No. They’re too funny. No one would pay attention to the movie stars.”
“ OK. How about Maya Rudolph, Melissa McCarthy, and Sarah Silverman?”
“Still too funny. Let’s go with someone only marginally funny, someone who is an infamous joke thief, and someone really abrasive but not so much funny but she presents as funny whether you laugh or not.”
“OK. Let me work on that and I’ll get back to you.”
As COVID Declines, So Does Neo-Marxist Popularity
This week’s school board election in San Francisco, where three members were recalled by a margin of more than 70%, is the beginning of pushback. Voters were upset that the school board spent time trying to rename some schools in a more politically correct manner, rather than focusing on reopening all the schools. There was also considerable opposition to the board’s introduction of a lottery admissions system for a prestigious high school, in lieu of the previous use of grades and exam scores.
It also looks like the largest growing sub-set of the American population, Latinos, are trending away from the excesses of the Far Left. An awful lot of them pretty much hate the ‘LatinX’ nonsense and are turning Republican.
Makes me wonder if COVID is actually a highly educated white woman in her late twenties.
NOTE: I understand that calling the ideologues behind what some call ‘Woke’ Neo-Marxists is not entirely fair but I’ve been called a fascist Nazi by members of the Far Left and a libtard Marxist by members of the Far Right so I’m pretty sure you can handle it.
Today is the 42nd birthday of my Great Love, Dana.
She wanted batting cages so we’ll spend the first part of the day at an outdoor ballpark facility, hitting balls with heavy sticks. Then off to the Cornish Pasty Co. in the Arts District of Las Vegas for delicious drinks, delicious pasties, and more friends.
Hope your Saturday is at least as good as mine will be!