Warte…Eine kleinen Minuten Bitte.  Nobody likes a rigged game.  Dirty pool.  Shady boots.
This will not do.

N.P.: “Face to Face” – Siouxsie and the Banshees

Interesting day in that nobody was around.  Apparently everybody took today and tomorrow off.  No idea why.  It’s fine…I can do my thing without any help.  It was just weird.
Anyway, I voted this morning.  No need for a plan…just went to the place and did the thing.  Took about 10 minutes.  Not sure what all the fuss was about.
After that I wrote a pretty admirable amount.  There may have been an accidental Jack & Coke Icee.  And I may or may not have written a letter to the winner of the election, inviting him over for drinks.  Didn’t see or hear one political commercial today…that was good.

N.P.: “Waiting for the Sun” – The Doors

Wanna know who’s going to win, dear reader?  I could tell you, but that would take all the fun out of things.
But seriously…I know.

N.P.: “Heroes” – Motörhead

I simply cannot take any more of these absurdly patronizing PSAs explaining what voting is and/or how important it is that citizens do it.  That there is a legitimate need for such things (if there a legitimate need for such things) is brutally depressing.
And what the hell is with all this “make a plan” horseshit?  The fuck do you need to plan for?  It’s not exploring the South Pole.  Just vote…if it’s too bewildering of a process, you shouldn’t be voting anyway.
I’ll be voting on Tuesday.  Because that’s Election Day, goddammit.  And early voting is for suckas.

N.P.: “Beat the Devil’s Tattoo” – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Tonight is a full, blue moon, those of us in California turn our clocks back to real, standard time, we are over a month into fall, and this is the least Halloweeny Halloween ever.  Still, we are pleased about the time return and the fact that we’ll be waking up in November.  Now if The Rain would just show up.

N.P.: “Blood in the Cut” – K.Flay

As promised, dearest reader, nary an adventure was had today.  Didn’t even leave the house.  Didn’t finish the corporate thing, but I shall, no doubt, be forgiven.

N.P.: “People Are Strange” – Johnny Hollow

So there’s this corporate thing I’m working on, and it’s probably technically overdue at this point.  So today was Finish The Fucking Project Day.  I actually set an alarm.  Yeah…serious business.  So the keys were clacking when the phone rang.  It was a number that has been calling rather a lot lately, so I decided to invectively bludgeon whomever was on the other end of the line.   It was some random Filipino wanting to talk about managing my electronic publishing rights.  He was an obsequious little toad who annoyingly kept calling me “Sir Jayson” and referring to my “most amazing book.”  I quickly got pissed off, insulted and threatened both him and his miserable family, and hung up.  At that point, I was upset.  Too upset to productively work on the corporate thing.  So I decided the most prudent thing to do to calm down quickly was drink whiskey, so I made a Jack & Coke Icee.  Which was (forgive me, dear reader) fucking delicious.  A little too delicious because I dispatched it rather quickly and became a little drunk and a lot awesome.  Which was potentially good for the corporate thing, because now I could give it a little bit of the edge that it (like all corporate writing) was lacking.  But it was problematic because I had a noon meeting with Manolo The Mexican From Mexico about a bulk ammo purchase, and I was now in all likelihood too borracho to drive (legally).  Fortunately Manolo The Mexican From Mexico es muy simpatico, so we were able to reschedule, but I was going to be dealing with his cousin Pedro, who was presumably also a Mexican From Mexico (but I guess not The Mexican From Mexico), who has a cleft palate and an unbelievably high and nasally voice.  Throw in a Covid mask and minimal command of Ingles and the transaction was a bit difficult in parts.  But we got it done.  But you know what didn’t get done?  The fucking project!
What is tomorrow…Friday?  There will be no adventures tomorrow.  No Filipino randos starting publishing companies, no whiskey (I’m out after today), no Mexicans from Mexico (or anywhere else for that matter), no shady arms deals in strip mall parking lots.  There is only the project.

N.P.: “Gravedigger” – MXMS

Today was…I don’t know what the hell today was.  I was too busy to drive around that stupid traffic circle.  That feels more like a Saturday thing, anyway.

N.P.: “Long in the Tooth – Praga Khan Mix” – PIG vs. Primitive Race

Everybody is bored.  And having trouble accurately keeping track of time.  I think it’s the fact that every day is basically exactly the same, that there is no significant difference between weekdays and weekends is a big part of it.
I’m doing okay with it.  I’ve been viewing it as a kind of psychology experiment…”What will these people do?”  Something I have learned is that nearly all of my introvert friends weren’t really introverts…they started buckling back in March, almost immediately.  I’ve learned that I am absolutely an introvert…like I’m good at it.  Kinda thriving in this environment, to be honest.  It’s interesting…you know all the ways I’m “eccentric” and weird in the “normal” world?  I make complete sense in a crisis.  Everybody else gets “eccentric” and weird and freaks out…me?  Calm as a Hindu cow.
Anyway, wrote a bunch today.  There’s been a delay in the computer I’m building for the new studio…that might not be done until November.  But that’s cool…I can keep working on these old ones in the interim.

N.P.: “Mad World” – Me and My Nightmare

I have a general dislike for Sundays.  Always have.  According to the Bible, even God takes Sundays off.  If you believe in that sort of thing.  I dislike Sundays even if I don’t have to work on Monday.  I didn’t work a Monday for about 20 years, and I still never got on board with Sundays.

N.P.: “Dead Man’s Party” – Oingo Boingo