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All is Well-Ish

This is a post from the Assistant, Holly. All is quite well with Sarah, she is off doing stuff with family and friends.

Yesterday: “Holly, can you put up a guest post?” “Oh, sure.”

Today: Tech hates me, and I hate it right back. There will be a quite interesting guest post at some point from our own David Bock, but it won’t happen until I solve tech.

Other than that, please wash your hands extra, there’s a stomach virus going around and I don’t want you all to catch it. I’m not qui...

Cringe

We’ve been doing family stuff this week, meaning the whole family got all-hands-on-deck to move some of the family to a new place.

This involved getting together with rarely seen in-laws, people who are not particularly political (though generally non-leftist.) Sometimes it’s hard for me to remember where most Americans who aren’t politically engaged live. Mostly because our ravingly sane cohort here has seen the stuff headed down the pipe from so long ago, that we’re sort of jaded by it...

Spit Out The Black Pill

Okay, so, here is where we are: No, I don’t think Trump will “win” in November. I mean I think he will win, if you count voters who are actually alive and can vote. But I don’t think there is a chance to beat the fraud. I will say I will be pleasantly surprised if we do, but I don’t think there’s a chance in a million of its working out.

BUT the other side isn’t sure. They keep panicking at the thought that Trump will win.

Now this might be because the enormity of what they’ve done u...

The Iconoclasts

No, I’m not going to talk about the people who think they’re edgy and dangerous by breaking statues, in the most traditional habit in history, that of damnatio memoriae, where the memories of people who are disapproved of by those currently in power are expunged from public consciousness. The ancient Egyptians did it, for crying in bed. The problem right now is that this generation is so history illiterate they are trying to erase the memory of the entire past, not just a particular person ...

Sweet Liberty* a blast from the past from September 2011

Sweet Liberty* a blast from the past from September 2011

I have some experience with revolutions, partly because Portugal never believes a thing worth doing is worth doing only once. I get PTSD at the sound of Green Acres because Porto had one reel in its local broadcast station. Green Acres. When Lisbon got cut off, they played it back to back. This meant that someone had taken over the main broadcasting station in Lisbon.

(Okay, here I should explain that Portugal had two broadcast st...

Meme Me Awake

Just playing With Stuff

Sorry, guys. I’m running a fever, and I have absolutely no idea if it’s a real thing or “just” autoimmune. OTOH the panic attacks of the night before are explained. Not unusual when fever starts to take hold.

One of my ways of wasting time when I feel like I’m not doing anything productive is to play with midjourney. So, have some pretty pictures to look at, use for whatever you want, since I am not going to use them.

First a meme, related to yesterday’s post illustration (and maybe yester...

A Light In The Darkness

Last night I woke up five times, in a panic. This has happened before, but it was usually from a nightmare. This … was not. And I don’t know what caused the panics. It’s one of those: check everything, see if there was a loud noise.

Anyway, I think metaphorically speaking we need a reality check. We’re sitting here, in the dark, and we scare ourselves. Worse, people are trying to scare us, on purpose or not. In the sense that they think they’re going to do a lot of really bad things, and ...

Don’t Look Down, it’s a Long, Long Way To Fall* a blast from the past from November7,2013

Don’t Look Down, it’s a Long, Long Way To Fall* a blast from the past from November7,2013

I confess yesterday I was very depressed.  I don’t think it came across how depressed I was – I was trying to be reasonable and being, by nature, depressive, I’m aware of how to compensate for depression – but I was.  Between certain speculations on who will run against Hilary in 16, which prompted me to say “In that case, I don’t have a dog in that fight,” and “let it burn” there was an article about...

The Limits of Individuals

Lately, as in in the last year or so, I’ve been discovering that a lot of things I blamed myself for were baked in, part of who I am, probably physiological not psychological, and likely impossible to budge.

Not mind you that psychological problems aren’t real, or easy to overcome, but that the things I’ve spent my life trying to brute force simply couldn’t be brute forced. Things like ADD. I can manage some improvement, brute-force some concentration, but I pay for it, in the fact that I...