Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on August 12, 2016

If this week were a person, you know, if it were somehow possible to corporealize, animate and then anthropomorphize a specific series of days into a living, breathing human possessed of full faculties and moral agency, I would walk right up to that week-person, stab it in the throat, stuff rocks into its pockets, then roll it off the end of the nearest pier.
And then dredge him up, and do it all again.
TL;DR:
Fuck this motherfucking week.
So imagine you are an executive who oversees a team that is in neck-deep on a project that is about as do-or-die as e-commerce software development gets. You’re already incredibly short-handed, witnessing Indian Dot-Not-Feather contractors fail miserably by the dozen, you’re three months past deadline and the biggest obstacle is, charitably, your own recalcitrance regarding the expected scope of the project.
So what do you do?
Fire the competent supervisor of that team solely for being “not enthusiastic enough” about the project, then bring in a new supervisor from outside the company, forcing the team further away from their work because they now have to spend weeks they don’t have just to get the new guy up to speed.
For the first time in my life I am totally, absolutely, 100 percent fine with the imminent collapse of the economy.
In other news, CUNTON II is with every passing day revealed to be more corrupt, crippled, and crotchety, three things I certainly look for in a leader. Trump is predictably fighting with 1) CUNTON II 2) CUNTON II swarthy constituency 3) CUNTON II’s free advertising arm, The Press 4) GOPe operatives who are fighting harder now against Trump than they ever have against any Democrat for any race at any level.
Steep, steep odds.
So in sum, we have a Mafia Moll with delusions of grandeur running as a Democrat, a Democrat businessman running as a Republican, a RINO-Liberal running as a Libertarian, and a Jewess running as an Environmental Crypto-Communist.
We get the world we deserve sometimes.
Closer to home, I’ve got the smoker painted, matte black with a gloss coat. I did a seasoning burn a couple of nights ago and the damn thing held temperature like a champ. Tomorrow morning I’ll throw a couple racks of ribs and a pork shoulder in for its first cook and see how she runs. The weather’s been absolutely golden lately, and I’m looking forward to being outside as much as possible the next couple of days.
That’s it.
That’s all I know.
Keep it tight and get ‘em in.
Have a great weekend.

SONG SELECTION

Shout! Shout! Knock Yourself Out!
Down On The Beach
Ernie Maresca
London Records | 1962


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  1. El Borak said, on August 12, 2016 at 13:58

    Isle of Palms is freaking gorgeous, but I do find myself calculating exactly how many times I’d need to fill the tank if shit hit hard.

    3, fwiw.


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