Weeks are dropping like flies.
It’s like living in the last 45 minutes of Memphis Belle stuck on a loop – weeks dropping out of the sky like so many B-17s over the German countryside.
But fuck it, we’re now officially in December and the holidays are in full motherfucking swing. Usually during Thanksgiving weekend I put up all of the outside Christmas lights, then the inside decorations go up. It rained all last weekend so the lights go up tomorrow.
Shit is still all sideways here, and the deleterious situation with that motherfucking project has claimed its first victims – we let go of all of the Java developers just before EOD yesterday. So, yeah, it’s probably just a matter of time. Job Search 2017 is kicking off a month early.
In the news, nothing new. Under the proviso that the only good Millennial is a dead Millennial, a Muslim refugee fanatic ran over and stabbed some folk at OSU; in response, the fine Millennial minds of the next generation insist that it’s all White People’s fault, and the only solution is more gun control.
And I wish I were exaggerating for comedic effect.
Trump made some cabinet picks, strong-armed a near-Rust-Belt manufacturer into staying American for at least a little while longer, and the left side of the world continues to lose their shit over all of it.
As for me, I’m hitting the ripcord a little early, and God as my witness if I don’t have a proper drunk on by dusk, well, we’re probably done here.
At least until next week.
Have a great weekend and get ‘em in double time.
Darling, Stand By Me
Germany | October 1975
So it’s Thanksgiving, or the day after, and while most of the American world has the day off today, I do not, because of this motherfucking project that was supposed to be wrapped up last Spring, but here we are, truckin’ on like a motherfucking diamond in the sun, or something.
But enough of my bitchin’.
Thanksgiving dinner went off well; used the smoker I made for its first Official Holiday Run and the thing worked phenomenally well. Stick burners just turn out better product than charcoal burners, there’s no two ways around that. It kept temp reasonably well, though I did have to tend to it every few hours. The ugly drum has spoiled me in that I can just load it up, light it up and it just does it’s business for however long I need it to.
So in the news I see that the liberal communist, on behalf of the liberal criminal, wants a recount in three states that the liberal cryptocrat won BECAUSE HACKED, so now the liberal communist is $3M richer, and maybe they find evidence of HACKING or ~112,000 ballots marked CLINTON strategically placed throughout the states in question, flipping everything over to HERR CUNTON.
THAT will be a sight to see. If the former, then you get marital law, recriminations, media handwringing, and lawsuits that head all the way up to a divided 4-4 Supreme Court decision. If the latter, well, I expect many bullets to be fired just as strategically by sundown.
I’m fine with either result.
Either Trump will be the next President of the United States of America, or no one will.
Beyond that, it’s been a slow week. Despite my education and pedigree existing in the semi-hard science of journeyman physics and the gelatinously soft science of human philosophy, I’m spending my entire week in the Asperger’s Friendly realm of computer programming, figuring out how to design a test-automation framework that is ridiculously overcomplex and must somehow be complete by the end of the year.
Or maybe I could just look for a new job.
On that note, I’ll leave you to your holiday. I hope you all had a great one, with family, great food, generous libations and some measure of time necessary to appreciate all of it. That last part seems in far too short supply anymore.
Get ‘em in.
Don’t Talk To Strangers
Vertigo Records | 1983
Another week, another dollar.
Inflation is a bitch, and cuts both ways.
So it’s Friday on Week 2 of the motherfucking TRUMPENKRIEG, and as you can tell, I can’t let my schadenfreude go.
Not even a little bit.
I don’t much like Trump, but goddamn just look at his transition team, aimed squarely at three goals:
1) To make his political enemies writhe
2) To reward his stalwart supporters
3) Maybe honestly an earnest attempt to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
Jeff Sessions for AG indicates to me that Trump is aiming both barrels at the Liberal Cry Machine through prosecution – I’ve recently wondered if a person could be pardoned by the President without a formal indictment. My guess is we’ll find out sometime between now and January 20. Also, Fast and Furious malfeasance is on the block, along with the aiding and abetting of illegal immigration at all levels of government and the private sector.
Mad Dog Mattis for Secretary of Defense also makes a lot of sense, and bodes ill tidings for ISIS and the Globalist War Engine that wants to take it to the Russians for some horribly inexplicable reason. No more warning leaflets an hour before every drone strike or strafing run, and any military action will probably involve securing American objectives first rather than protecting the interests of terrorists and Europeans, but I repeat myself. Though it’s hard to say for sure. Trump’s pick for Secretary of State will reveal a lot more in this regard.
Myron Ebell for Director of the EPA is designed specifically as a middle finger to tree-hugging faggots from coast to coast, and a pretty good signal that the days of Washington over-regulating the everloving fuck out of American existence will at worst have a timeout for the next four years.
So far I’m enjoying this so fucking much I almost wonder if I’m even still alive.
I still have a post-election recap of thoughts on the numbers, what happened, all of the fraud, and what it means going forward in 2, 4, 6 and 8 years, but I just haven’t had the time yet to set aside and do it proper.
So this is Rivalry Week in Los Angeles, as USC and UCLA will square off tomorrow night. As awful of a year as UCLA has had – with Top Kek taking out their quarterback after his anti-Trump Twitter tirade, I don’t expect much from this game worth watching. USC has gotten much better in the past few weeks, while UCLA is just punching the clock to the point where they can put this miserable waste of a season behind them.
But I’ll watch, like I always do, because that’s what livin’ is – the six inches in front of your face. I’m going to smoke up a pork butt along with grilling up some dogs and burgers for the few people invited over to Casa de Huckleberry, and there will be beers and some various liquors, but truth be told I’m punching about as much of the clock as the rest of the UCLA faithful, just waiting to put this miserable season into the books.
To play you out, enjoy a Friends & Family song selection from my cousin’s rockabilly band.
Have a bitchin’ weekend, get ‘em in where appropriate, and enjoy the weekend, friends.
Mad Marge & The Stone Cutters
Mad Marge and the Stone Cutters
Hairball 8 Records | 2006
THIS IS PROBABLY THE LAST ONE.