It's a beautiful day. Literally. It is just beginning to warm up after a chilly morning, it won't get much warmer than it is right now, but the sun is shining and the last of the leaves are falling. The Prince will be home after about six months away, and we are all excited to see him. Thanksgiving is Thursday, and we are going to have a great meal. Swim season started and today is the first meet of the year. Dangeresque was elected Captain. I'm doing well at work and we can afford what we need. I'm finally getting use out of my right arm after surgery. And some fuckhead decides to shoot down a Russian jet over NATO territory.
I've been really busy, but not busy at the same time. Hard to explain. Lots of irons in the fire, but not a lot for me, physically, to do. So I'm just worrying. I did a lot of up-front work, maybe that's why I feel like I'm not really doing anything, but I've been in what feels like a constant state of panic for the last few weeks. Staring at my phone, or the computer, just waiting for the next three sentence email I need to write. It's very weird. And exhausting. This must be what it felt like to be a telemetry guy on a moonshot. I had my screwed up shoulder "fixed". It's been five weeks today since I had surgery and I still can't use it and it still hurts like hell every minute of every day. Pain pills, the narcotic kind, don't work so I've stopped taking them unless it aches so bad at night that I can't sleep. I'm running out of those little pixies and just as well. They only last a couple of hours and then I'm up and whining again. I'm not a stretchy guy, and keeping my arm in one spot for six weeks is making it real hard to move. Seriously, my tendons are like that kid in that movie who gets so tight after a broken arm that he can throw a million mile an hour fastball. On the plus side, I've lost a ton of weight. Can't eat, don't wanna, and the only thing that keeps me from murdering everyone because I've gone mad with pain is to get my ass out and walk around. Oh, and I can't booze because no pain pills at night if you booze. So Saturday, when I boozed, I got like four hours of sleep in fifteen minute increments and seriously thought of just ending it all with another bottle of wine and the rest of my oxycodone. I can't even drive my car because it's a manual and my right arm is the one that doesn't work. Seriously. It should be better by now. Fuck you, maddad's shoulder. Fuck you, you prick. Like I ever did anything to you.
I only have one working arm, so it's been hard to type. Also, if anything, the world has gone crazier over the past couple of weeks, so nothing I say here would shock, depress or impress anyone. Just watch the news, people. I don't normally watch the news, but being stuck at home means my viewing options are limited and not having a laptop means I've been browsing from my phone, and oxycontin makes me dizzy when I try to focus on a phone, so I watched the news. You'd think OxyContin would make things better. It didn't. I also didn't post a 9-11 post. Why? I've posted 9 9-11 posts. 9. There is nothing more I can say. People forgot about "never forgetting" 3 years after 9-11 and it hasn't gotten better. They should just call it muslim memorial day and make it a national religious holiday and let that be it. A couple of years ago, I took some time off blogging to rebuild my mountain bike. Three years ago, I cut down further on blog time to work on my car. Last week, I broke the back wheel on my mountain bike and added a fuel pressure regulator to my car. So I'm going to work on that shit instead of this. On the things are cool side, dangeresque is now accepted to college and also on his way to getting his Eagle. He's working on an honor's scholarship too, so the kid is totally badass. I'm super stoked at the way he's turned out. I get all choked up. He's also going to be my right arm, literally, today. So it'll be nice to hang with him. That's all. I'm out.
I did. I did promise. I know I promised, but I shouldn't have. Why? Lots of things, but mostly because I just don't like the way the internet is going these days. It also used to be really easy to post on Blogger, and now it's not. I can't stay logged in all the time, I detest the Chrome browser, Firefox sucks and for all intents and purposes, Blogger has abandoned support for IE/Edge which is, objectively, the best browser. (shocking, I know) So none of my blogger plug-ins work any more, anything I post can be traced back to my real name, everything I want to post may get me lit up by the fucking rainbow and unicorn special snowflake, super courageous, yes means yes crowd, so why fucking bother. Until this whole middle-school anti-bully shitstorm passes, we can expect the on-line world to be muted and beige and full of stuffed animals and kitties and lots and lots of applause. Please. The internet isn't here to make us all feel good about how brave we are for being grown men or women who still like fucking cartoons. The internet is for hate and porn and feeling OK that there are grown ass men and women who like cartoons about fucking. Lets just be honest with the self-esteem crowd. When people react to you like you're fucking weird, it's because you're fucking weird. This is not "bullying" this is nature. You want to be the zebra with no stripes, you are going to stick out. You're going to be fucking weird. Lions eat the weird ones. It's fucking nature. You like nature, at least in cartoons and Internet memes, so deal with it. Get eaten. And shut the fuck up so I can be me again. You fucking weirdos.
The internet has 24 hours to get back to it's core function of delivering dick jokes and nekkid pictures to my eyes at the speed of dial-up or, I swear, I will find a lion and give it an abortion then bake the parts into cupcakes shaped like Minions holding little confederate flags. I'll sell those cupcakes and use the proceeds to purchase an AR-15 rifle which I will give as a wedding present to the next gay couple who gets married in an Indiana Chik-Fil-A. All while dressed as a black woman but identifying as an illegal Asian immigrant man who likes Mexican food made from euthanized dogs and polar bears but will settle for pizza made by fundamentalist Christian engineers who pretend to be climate scientists on TV. Save the lion fetuses and shut the fuck up!
But I lost track of what I was supposed to be outraged about. It was either Donald Trump, Obama, the Queen, the Pope, or some late night talk show host I don't watch. Also, someone has a job they shouldn't and someone else got fired. Then someone with or without a penis is super brave because of they way they wore that dress, and everyone who is giving the dress a standing O is really applauding themselves for not thinking, "isn't this a bit weird that we're all clapping about this?" I'm also supposed to be angry that there are some people, somewhere, who aren't clapping. Unless they belong to the "Religion of Peace" (TM), because that would be racist? I may need to be out raged at same-sex people getting married, although I'm supposed to support single moms and women who leave their husbands, and men who get married multiple times, even though they lose money and access to their kids when they do it. I'm supposed to think owning a gun is child abuse, when not having a gun in a known "gun-free zone" is a death warrant. I should be outraged at men who make women cry at the office, but not at women who make men punch holes in walls at the office. And I'm supposed to be outraged at that as well. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRAAAAGGGGGGGEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD!