And, quite frankly, I’m not impressed. Thankfully, I’ve had my morning coffee. Oh, and I’ve once again managed a full night’s sleep. So, facing Monday will not be a struggle. Still — really? Go away Monday.
Anyway, you all be on your best behavior. Mostly because I know you can’t actually behave. None of you can. Seriously, you’re all out of control. Get a grip, will you?
This is a game I won earlier in the week. But that’s not the point of this post. I am checking to see if the changes to WordPress will allow a proper posting of the chessboard. It never worked in the past.
So, in preview, it showed that it displays much better than in the past. It’s not perfect, but it is at least functional.
Okay, I’ve drunk my coffee, read my horoscopes, and made moves in my pending chess games. Now it’s time to go for a run. I’ve not run for over a week. I have been emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. So much so that I decided to cut back on my responsibilities. That means I dropped my classes for the semester. I didn’t have the energy to keep up.
Of course, dropping classes for the semester means that I will have to face some financial consequences. But I’ll deal with them as they come. Besides, I plan on resuming classes in the Spring of 2021. I will have to navigate the consequences to resume classes, no doubt.
Anyway, it’s off for a run. You all be on your best behavior. Yeah, I know. I suck the fun out of life. Deal with it.
I am awaiting my tea to steep. I’ve got a relaxing sound generator called Sleeping Dragon playing out of my computer speakers. I have already finished my morning routine, including my coffee. Smokey Cat calmed down about an hour ago once she realized I wasn’t going to let her outside. Besides, it’s drizzling. She doesn’t like getting wet. However, I’m going to see if she wants to go out in the rain at some point. Well, go out in the drizzle.
What do you all have on your agenda today? I hope it’s something enjoyable, meaningful, and life-affirming. For me, I’ve got the laundry waiting downstairs. It’s the small things in life, those small victories that build into meaningful acts of love and kindness towards those in our life.
Well, my tea ought to be steeped. I’m going to step away now and get on with living life even as Western Civilization goes through this current AFGE (Another Fucking Growth Experience). Be kind towards those in your life, especially towards yourself.
How goes the slow, steady decline of the U.S. this morning? Fires still raging? Hurricanes rampaging in from the Atlantic and Caribbean? How’s the unemployment numbers doing? How about them COVID numbers?
Yes, yes. I know. [cue Heath Ledger’s Joker’s voice] Why so glum?
Maybe I’m not so much glum as I am pragmatic. All weekend the smoke from the west coast fires have dampened the sunlight here in the upper Mid-west. And that dampening has been happening for longer than just one weekend. Last year’s fires didn’t cause as much lowering of light.
But I am not pessimistic. I have a job, a house, and can put food on my table and in the cats’ bowls. Things are well for us, for the moment. The future holds whatever is instore for all of us, and it is not for us to know. Nor am I willing to sacrifice the moment to an uncertain future.
I slept well last night and feel rested at this moment. It’s has been a while since I’ve slept well. Mostly I’ve been tossing and turning, waking up three or four times a night. So I am content.
Now, if you all will excuse me, I have a morning routine to accomplish. Be on your best behaviors. I know better than to tell you all to behave, because – well, quite frankly – that’s just not possible. And I don’t want to spoil your fun for the day.
Back in the heady days of 2003, when political blogs were all the rage, this custom developed over linking to other blogs. My old, deceased blog Rook’s Rant, had at least 250 links from other blogs. As I said, those were heady days.
As time went by, maintaining a blog became more and more of a chore. I coded my first website by hand. However, that was both too time consuming and overwhelming. Then Movable Type came along, offering a free, though a slimmed-down version of their blogging software. Over time Movable Type itself became too complicated. Also, Rook’s Rant was dying. So I bought myself a new domain name, and Guy Andrew Hall was created.
Today there is no online political blogging culture. Most of the more successful blogs converted to news aggregator sites with fees, such as Daily Kos and HuffPost. What I once called Blogstonia (there was Left Blogstonia and Right Blogstonia) no longer exists. Most other bloggers moved on as political blogging became another past fad.
That’s the way of it, though. Once capitalism becomes involved, free expression becomes suppressed. Not out of any nefarious design to eradicate free speech. It was out of a desire not to turn off readers. Money equals hits and free speech does not make money.
Anyway, this post was initially just an announcement about a new feature in the side column – a blogroll. There are a few bloggers still hanging on. My hope is to scour the internet in search of any other remaining political bloggers.
Bloggers, we need to start moving away from Facebook. Facebook is nothing more than Microblogging. It’s quick-hitting, preventing substance, and invites superficiality. Bogs of the past were able to provide the meaning beyond the one-paragraph posts we see on Facebook. Then there is the issue of control. We can now control the advertising that shows up on our blogs if we choose to have advertising. Finally, we can avoid Facebook jail when complaints result in that dreaded banning by an anonymous bot without any investigation or coherent guidelines. And I’m speaking kindly here.
I do enjoy the process of writing. Well, that is, when not pressured to write for work or school. Then it becomes pure torture. Let me reiterate that – PURE TORTURE!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, right now I’m just typing away. I’ve no subject I want to elucidate upon, nor any nefarious behavior of others I want to condemn. I am just putting one word onto the screen after another—that flow of words that occurs when I’ve no thought of the end. My writing could go on and on without limitation. It’s a worthy goal to write without any concept of the finish. Hell, I’d as soon write a whole lot about nothing than a little bit about something.
Are you with me so far?
And isn’t that a line in a song?
And does it fucking matter?
Well, it could be I’m out of fucks to give. Yeah, that’s it. I’m all out of fucks to give. And I’m not in the mood for any fucks. Not at the moment. Move along and mind your own business.
Oh, and you in the back? Yeah, the one with the shit-eating grin starting to open your mouth. I wouldn’t get caught up in any semantic antics. Sit down, resume your nose picking, and leave the sarcastic heckling to the professionals.
You know what? I changed my mind. I suggest you don’t pick your nose. I’m not sure you’re qualified to perform brain surgery.
Oh, there’s my cue to step away. Yeah, no. I’m not going to tell you the cue. Ain’t none of your business. Alright, alright. Settle down. Put your fucks away. I ain’t got the room. I told you that already. You forget what you read? Man, I’d suggest you call a neurologist. That is if you can remember how to use a phone.
Okay, okay. I’ll stop chattering on and on. Bye, you all.