Dearest reader, I don’t know how it’s going over there, but over here, every day is exactly the same.  This is causing Time to do heretofore impossible things, even accounting for its relativity.
Which is okay.  It really is.  Especially if it’s a good day that you keep having.  But it does mean that I don’t have a hell of a lot to report to you here.  A bit of invective has been building up, so I might spew that here this week.  Just to keep things spicy.  You know how I like to do.

N.P.: “DFCK” – Code:Manta

Moved a bunch of monitors and computers around, trying to get ready/make room for the new book-making monstrosity I’m building.  I’ve been busy as hell the last few days, but not writing nearly enough.  It’s been weird.  I’m going to get back to it and see if I can’t turn things around.

N.P.: “Diggin A Grave” – Micah P. Henson

“Attachment leads to jealousy.  The fear of loss is a path to the Dark Side.  Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”  ~ Yoda

N.P.: “A Split Second” – Rigor Mortis

Did you see the date, dear reader?  Yep, the 21st.  We’re now two months away from that insipid summer solstice and the nights are getting noticeably longer.  And in one short month, it will be Fall!  Finally.
Did a lot of sitting in front of this monitor today, hands over the keyboard, ready to type, but I didn’t get all that much writing done.  That’s just how it is some days…slow going.  But still a good day.

N.P.: “DYSTOPIA” – Rein

Today was better than I expected it to be.  Except for the air quality…that was shit.  But the rest of it was better than I expected it to be.  Glad it’s over.

N.P.: “Life’s What You Make It – 1997 Remaster” – Talk Talk

Finally figured out why California’s been so hot this week…the whole place is on fucking fire.  Anyway, today was busy as hell.  Got a lot of words down…good stuff.

N.P.: “Graves” – Whiskey Shivers

Hotter than fuck again today, dear reader.  It was so hot today, a gang of snakes showed up at the back door, evidently demanding entrance.  I don’t speak snake, but what they seemed to be saying was, “Nope…this is too much, we’re done, let us into your climate-controlled paradise, please, goddammit.”  I patiently explained to them that while I am beyond sympathetic with their plight (imagine having to crawl across the hot-ass ground on your taint all day), they were collectively shit out of luck when it came to gaining entry into my air-conditioned Xanadu.  One of them tried to get a little pushy, so he got launched into a neighboring yard.  The other two seemed to get the hint and slithered away hurriedly on their scaly taints.

N.P.: “West Coast Poplock” – Ronnie Hudson

Bad news in Belarus, dear reader.  If Americans want to know what actual systemic problems look like, Belarus would be a fine example.  And China…brazenly rounding up Muslims, shaving their heads, and loading them on trains headed for concentration camps.  That is systemic.
Then there’s Hong Kong.  It’s difficult not to notice that the American press largely ignores these stories.  They seem to ignore much of what goes on internationally.  Israel and the UAE signed a peace treaty last week that is the most significant concrete step to Mid-East peace in the last 25 years…barely heard a word about it in the States.  It’s difficult not to notice that the American press largely ignores rather a lot of significant developments nationally.  If stories don’t fit The Narrative, they go largely unreported.  As reporters and legitimate journalists, the American press is almost completely useless.  As propagators of propaganda to an unquestioning public utterly bereft of any critical thinking ability, they remain quite effective.

N.P.: “Wut will nicht sterben – Radio Edit” – Puhdys

It is so fucking hot in California.  Today was actually 2 degrees hotter than Hell.  Everything outside is dead.  And good riddance, for the most part.  Sorry, dear reader…I’m a bit angsty today.  Edgy.  Unsure why.  Not enough whiskey, perhaps.  Not enough pages filled.

N.P.: “Help Me” – Sunny Boy Williamson II

Mother of Christ, dear reader…I can’t be expected to function in this infernal heat.  It is 121F outside.  We were supposed to get mail today, but I watched the mailman just fucking combust as he was messing with his keys, trying to get the boxes open.  Just burst into flames.  It was the damnedest thing.  Everything in his mailbag combusted as well.  Which is a shame…I was expecting something.  Alas.

In other news, I officially do not care for chicken on pizza.  I prefer proper pizza meats, like sausage and pepperoni.  Chicken on a pizza is not a deal breaker, but the whole time I was eating it, I’d generally wish the chicken wasn’t there.

N.P.: “Brave New World” – Powerman 5000