March 13, 2021

After the revolution, on my first day in office as President, or Sexy and Benevolent Leader, or Illustrious Potentate, or whatever of the United States, I will outlaw the observance of Daylight Saving Time.   A recent poll of random adults at the bar waiting for a table at Red Lobster in northern California revealed that 90% of all Americans think daylight saving time is an outdated and pointless exercise in arbitrary adherence to tradition.  The other 10% are idiotic twats. I have never understood how so many allegedly intelligent, free-thinking people could be so-easily convinced to do something so fundamentally silly.  For four decades now, I’ve been listening to people embarrass themselves trying to explain their adherence to this absurdity, patiently enduring their assaults on logic and reason as they slowly reveal that they themselves don’t really understand this nonsense either.   There seem to be three basic arguments these pedants of chronology employ.  To wit:

  1. Benjamin Goddammit Franklin, may God rest his sweet, patriotic soul, invented daylight saving time just like he invented electricity and he was obviously a genius and how dare you or any other non-genius fuck with Uncle Ben’s ideas.   They didn’t put your ugly ass on the hundred dollar bill now, did they?  Alright, look…you need to remember a couple of things.  Absolutely, Ben Franklin was a genius.  A great many of his inventions propelled America and mankind into the future that we enjoy today.  However, Ben Franklin lived in a world without electric light and climate control.  His nights were lit solely by candles and oil lamps, and even though his idea of shifting the clock around was pretty clearly meant as a joke, and he had likely been into his cups when he wrote this letter, it did make some bit of sense then to suggest that opening business an hour earlier during certain months of the year would reduce candle usage. American businesses haven’t relied on candlelight or oil lamps in more than a century.  Even candle shops now use electric light and computers.  The position of the sun no longer has anything to do with when we can and cannot work, play, cook, read, et cetera.   If B.F. were alive today, I suspect he would want to pimp-slap all those who have mindlessly remained allegiant to daylight saving time.  He invented his stove to more efficiently heat houses: he would certainly acknowledge that central heating and air is a vastly more safe and effective method of climate control, and would likely insist on having it in his house.
  2. It will save energy and money.  Poppycock.  Patently untrue.  In fact, the exact opposite holds true: hundreds of millions of dollars are lost every year due to employees arriving late for work, conference calls and meeting missed, and overall productivity lost.  Doctors tell us that dicking around with the clock and one’s sleep schedule increases the chances of heart attack significantly, leading to hundreds of millions of more dollars lost in medical expenses.  Sleep loss, the disruption of the Circadian rhythm, greater susceptibility to illness…all of things lead to lost productivity, lost money, and ultimately increased energy resources. And having citizens in the work force arrive home at the hottest part of the day ends up using significantly more energy than would be used otherwise.  Just ask Arizona.  They ignore DST (as does Hawaii) and they do just fine.  In fact, neither of those states have nearly the same number of rolling blackouts during the summer as California does.  We have them regularly throughout the summer, during DSL.  There has never been a rolling blackout during Standard Time.
  3. The farmers need daylight saving time to order to harvest their crops and get all their work done during the summer.  I can’t even begin to understand this one.  And I think that’s because this one falls in to the very strange category of many of the other lines of rationale I’ve heard to justify the menace of DST: people seem to actually think that DST adds an hour of time to the day.  Like we ACTUALLY get an extra hour of daylight or the days are ACTUALLY an hour longer than they would be during Standard Time.  To these poor souls I can say only that I will include you in my nightly prayers and hope that you aren’t a registered voter.  Farmers go to work when the sun comes up, and they don’t spend the day watching the clock, waiting for 5 o’clock so they can knock off.  Hell no.  They quit work when it’s so dark they can’t see what they’re doing.  They don’t give the slightest of damns if you insist it’s 5:00pm or midnight: just stay out of their way.

The practice of hourly timekeeping only began in the United States once train travel began: people needed to know when the hell they needed to be at the station to catch their train.  Fair enough.  And today’s world is governed by the clock.  Fine.  But let’s just settle on what time it is and then leave it that way.

N.P.: “Rumblestrippin'” – Justin Johnson

March 12, 2021

I was complimented earlier in the week for being “so well put together” for being someone so constantly stressed and under pressure.  She wanted to know how I do it.  I thanked her for the compliment but told her honestly: “However well I may appear to be ‘put together,’ it’s a total illusion.  The truth is my nerves are completely shot.  Every single day I wake up and wonder if I’ll get through the entire day, or is this when the breakdown finally happens.”  We talked for a while longer, and in the end, I decided it might be beneficial to start letting my physical appearance better reflect what’s going on in the other side of these eyes.
So I went to the drugstore and bought a pack of Dunhills.  I don’t smoke and I’m not about to start.  I’m just going to start showing up on video calls with an unlit cigarette hanging limply out of the corner of my mouth, wearing sunglasses constantly, regardless of time of day or setting.

N.P.: “Thunder on the Mountain” – Wanda Jackson

March 10, 2021

I’m adding Trevor Noah to the list of People I Want To Fight.  Saw him for the first time today…kind of amazed/disappointed that such a fundamentally unfunny person is making a living in “comedy.”  But yeah…I’m d\totally willing to engage in stand-up comedy challenge/MMA fight/songwriting competition/whatever with this jackass.  Not so much to defeat him as to remind society of what they’ve been settling for and what they’ve been missing.


Allergy Valley is rumbling with thunder this evening.  I like it.

N.P.: “Good Times, Bad Times” – Godsmack

March 8, 2021

Today was a pain in the ass even by Mondays’ standards.  But I got through it.  As did you, apparently, dearest reader…I’m very glad of that.
Talked to a few friends today.  I’m trying to do that more…make time for friends.  I have this rather perverted world view that includes the belief that once we become friends, we will remain friends until such time as one of us actively ends the friendship.  So it doesn’t matter if I haven’t spoken to you in 30 years…we’re still friends.  At least in my mind we are.  But apparently the rest of the world, or at least a lot of the rest of the world, doesn’t think that way.  My friends seem to understand that any relationship with me is likely to be unique, but that doesn’t mean they should have to go decades without contact.  So I’m working on that.
Of course, with all the time spent catching up with friends, I didn’t write shit today.

N.P.: “Soul Bossanova – 7″ edit” – Skeewiff

March 7, 2021

It’s been an uncharacteristically productive three days.  No idea why.  Maybe I’m just finally getting tired of my own brand of bullshit when it comes to that malignant goddamn To-Do List.

N.P.: “Left Behind” – Scarecrow Blues Hip Hop

March 6, 2021

Happy Saturday, loyal reader.  Whiskey and wings all around, I hope.  That definitely happened here.
I hate March in California so much.  Cherry blossoms everywhere…just raising hell with my allergies.  I’ve had some lovely homes on some lovely coasts and during my time living in each of them, I was able to totally forget that I had aggressive allergies and hay fever.  With the frequent rain and constant sea breeze, the air was always completely free of allergens.  But I just had to move back here, to Allergy Valley, and now my goddamn sinuses are feeling rather acrimonious about the whole deal.  And now suddenly these cherry blossoms everywhere.  If ever you want to know how it feels to be a vampire in the Vatican, start sneezing and wheezing uncontrollably in public during a pandemic.  The first two or three sneezes were so strong, they blew my mask apart…split it right in two.  So everything after that was all out into the ecosphere, totally unfiltered.  I was given absurdly wide berth.

N.P.: “Orange Monkey” – The Antler King

March 5, 2021

I went to both the mall and Costco today by myself, unarmed.  I mean, I had my switchblade, of course, but not Taser™ or stun grenades or anything like that.  This is big progress for me.  Though there were a few tense moments, I survived, with a body count of zero.  With any luck, that was the last time I’ll have to go either place, ever.

N.P.: “The Cycle” – Virgos Merlot

March 4, 2021

Another ludicrous day, dear reader.  The was a kerfuffle, at one point, with 20 – 30 angry-for-no-apparent-reason wild turkeys.  Arrogant, wattle-havin’ motherfuckers.  Fortunately they came to their collective senses before I had to get all apex predator on them.  Nervy little bastards.  Oh yeah, when they’re all together in a rafter, they’re all thuggish.  But you get one of them alone, it’s Thanksgiving all over.  Which, by the way, was just a few months ago.  You’d think they’d learn.  If all of one species in my neighborhood feasted on all of my species one day out of the year, I would tread pretty lightly the rest of the year.  They should talk to the skunks and the racoons…those goddamn racoons may have left the area completely after our last conversation.
I like animals well enough, but all the animals around here seem to be assholes.  Maybe I’ll install a bat house under the eves…kill off the mosquito population, freak out the neighbors, and bats aren’t assholes.  Yes.  It’s decided.  Coming this summer to The Haunt: Bat House.

N.P.: “Just One Kiss” – Imelda May, Noel Gallagher, Ronnie Wood