Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on October 30, 2015

Ready for Friday?
For one goddamn shining moment, yes, yes I am.
And I’ll tell you why.
Twenty five hours this weekend, motherfuckers.
Can’t hate that.
Sure, it’ll get dark here at like 3:30PM, and the sun still won’t rise till like 7AM, but honest to God I haven’t felt right since that hour ripped from me under the cover of darkness last March, and I’m looking forward to getting right again. Also, the weather’s been mighty fine the past couple of weeks, and looks to remain so at least through the weekend, so that tends to iron out the wrinkles of the rest of my problems some.
Despite minute movements, the state of the world hasn’t changed too much in the past week, it’s just the same major things sweeping everything in the same direction. Europe is still on fire with the third army of Islamic expansion marching through the streets of Western nations like they own the place, because in the eyes of Western leaders, the muslims certainly do own the place. The Peasant Classes of Europe, as Doom would call them, don’t seem to be taking their new third-class status all too well, and there’s a lot of agitation but outside of a few incidents it’s mostly to this point all talk. Which tracks perfectly with everything I know about Europe, so we’ll see what happens. As I’ve said dozens of times before, there will be no such meaningful resistance – even talking – in the United States because the time for that was in the last fucking century. Balkanization is the best case scenario; the other scenarios, far more likely in the short term, involve a lot of Official Initiatives to have Persons Of Color Burdened With Unreasonable Racial Animus (POCBWURA) get in the faces of what’s left of the middle class whatever their race, creed, and so forth, until something cooks off beyond any hope of pulling it back. History suggests this type of conflict is necessary in the same way that forest fires are necessary – to clear out the underbrush, eliminate the overgrowth, and precipitate rejuvenation. Unfortunately, this isn’t exactly what’s happening here. The Powers That Be seem adamant that instead of burning out the deadwood, they’ll clear out the whole thing because robots will be doing all the work soon anyway.
Speaking of robots, we’re just about to close out Week 35 of the 88-week Presidential Campaign and it’s just endless “debates” between mental defectives on one side, and incessant obsequiousness on the other for someone who should have been arrested months ago for serious felonies and denied bail, but of course who will go on to somehow lose the nomination in ignominious fashion to a clown from Vermont, as if anything else could possibly come from Vermont. I still think CLINTON II sinks somehow before the primaries, but maybe not. It’s nothing but victory laps for accomplishing basic things like showing up and talking vaguely about things to obfuscate her numerous crimes and shift away from her manifold failures, and it’s pretty much working flawlessly, so that’s how low the bar’s been set, in case you wondered.
And speaking of low bars and lowering them even more, the generation that is currently wending it’s way through high school, college and post-grad is set to be the worst yet both in terms of intellectual capacity and in terms of basic human decency. This constant race toward the lowest common denominator, the fact that this was an engineered stunt that perfectly complements the seemingly perfect storm of mediocrity that I expect will be the hallmark of the next couple of decades makes it a near certainty that this is an intended decline, at least partially.
It’s enough to make a sane man drink, and a drunkard drink more.
That’s what weekends are for.
Closer to home, weird shit is getting weirder, so much so it’s almost commonplace. The city of Los Angeles has, for some stupid reason, taken a page out of 1990 Chicago and mandated that all handguns in the city be stored in locked containers AND be disabled with a trigger lock or completely disassembled. You know, for the children. Literally. They actually said that exact phrase. They did leave one “out” though – if you carry the gun on your person so that it’s completely in your control, you’re good. What a stupid, stupid city.
We’ve got Halloween tomorrow. I’ve got pretty good tickets to the UCLA v Colorado game tomorrow at Noon, so there’s nothing quite like starting a tailgate at 5AM on the golf course right next to the Rose Bowl. For the trick or treating, we’ll be shutting off our lights, because it’s just fat kids rolling up and down the street in minivans, stopping house to house, too lazy to even walk around for their free candy.
Those little shits and their useless parents can go fuck themselves.
I’ll try to get the first part of the story I’m working on for Swords of Darkness up later today so you can tell me what a stupid idea it is, but I don’t care. I like the premise and I hope I can get it down the way it plays out in my head. It probably won’t be accepted because it’s not really a “fantasy” story, but it features a sword and lots of things are slain. So there’s that.
That’s it.
That’s all I know.
Get ‘em in and have a bitchin’ Halloween.

SONG SELECTION

Hell Night
American Psycho
Misfits
Geffen Records | 1997

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  1. El Borak said, on October 30, 2015 at 11:15

    Woke up this morning to the first frost of the year, so the itch mites and chiggers have left the building, or at least the yard, and it’s mine alone for the next 6 months. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

    Finished my story for Swords today. Last night, actually, with minor word replacements done while testing a server and software upgrade and running some audits this morning. Since it’s not due until Nov 30, there’s enough time for me to run it through Critique Circle (it would be critiqued from the 17th-24th) and still get modifications done. But I don’t really think it’ll need many, so I may just set it down for a week and then read it fresh. If it doesn’t make the book, I’ll submit it to find out what horrible mechanical mistakes I made. It does have a sword. And a suicidal werewolf. So there is that.

    The lovely and gracious Rogue scored 4 decent seats for the Miner’s Bowl tomorrow, though it’s supposed to rain, which I don’t mind but TK might not like so much. Luckily, I know the folks who run the sky box, so we might be able to sneak up for a little hot chocolate in the third quarter. I love small college football.

    Even if our guys never get to wear pink shoes.

  2. El Borak said, on October 31, 2015 at 17:13

    And by decent I mean row 1 at the 35 yard line. No rain and good guys were up by 14 before the offense even took the field.

    I gotta say it was a good day.

    • Huckleberry said, on November 1, 2015 at 07:01

      Excellent. I got to watch my team play like a bunch of post-op Jenners in searing heat – 102 degrees on the field, they said – but still come out with a win. Sure, it came against one of the worst teams in the FBS, but I guess that builds character. Bright side is I made it home in plenty of time to forget to turn the clocks back and there’s no greater relief in life then waking up at 6am only to realize it’s actually 5, then going back to bed for an hour.

      • El Borak said, on November 1, 2015 at 13:32

        The very definition of win.


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