Spent the afternoon just killing it on the book, which was a total surprise, as it was not on the schedule today.  Greenlit the purchase of the final piece of equipment which will complete the new studio.  We are pleased, dear reader.

N.P.: “Hell” – Squirrel Nut Zippers

Congratulations to NASA and SpaceX on the first operational SpaceX Crew Dragon launch to the ISS.  Looked pretty perfect.

N.P.: “Realize” – AC/DC

Happy Diwali, y’all!

Proud as hell of the Anhedonia County Board of Supervisors who yesterday handed the governor a large bag of dicks to snack on regarding his dumbass tier system.  “We will be doing nothing to enforce any further restrictions on the attractive and intellectual citizens of Anhedonia County.  Our citizens need to do what they need to do to survive.”
Goddamn right.

N.P.: “Koyi Jo Mila Toh Mujeh Aisa Lagata Tha” – Shankar Mahadevan

Friday the 13th, the first rain of the year, black skies over Anhedonia all day.  Afternoon sunset.  Petrichor.  The smell of ozone after a lightning storm.  These are a few of my favorite things.

N.P.: “You Could Be The One” – Sisters of Mercy

The situation with my hair has become untenable.  Desperate.  Something must be done, and soon.  Pandemic be damned.
I will not go to Supercuts.

N.P.: “Dance Across the Floor” – Jimmy “Bo” Horne

“If you wait by the river long enough, the bodies of your enemies will float by.”  ~ ?

That typically gets attributed to Sun Tzu, but I’ve read “The Art of War” a couple times and it ain’t in there.  I’ve also seen it called “Japanese wisdom,” so who knows who the hell said it.  But here’s the advice I take from it: sure, you can go out and massacre everybody who’s ever wronged you, but then you have to spend the rest of your days in prison, which is no kind of victory.  No…you don’t have to bother: your enemies are all under a death sentence already.  Do nothing and they will still die.  One just needs to be patient.  Just wait.  And while you’re waiting, build yourself an existence that is incredibly cool and is something that they can never be a part of.  Wait.  And watch.
There is wisdom there.  The result is the same, but one path means spending one’s life looking over one’s shoulder and never being able to truly relax again, and the other means simply keeping yourself alive long enough to be able to piss on the graves of your nemeses.
Wait and watch.  Tick tock, tick tock….

N.P.: “Woke Up This Morning” – Alabama 3

I am pleased to announce that it is officially cold in California.  Finally.  Thank God.  To those of you who have been sending me gloating pictures of your snowy lawns for the last several weeks, kiss my ass: this is California…everything here is stupid and dysfunctional.  The Angst is upon me once again.  At least it was yesterday.  Today has been slightly better…I’m working on something that result in some serious long-term goodness for yrs. truly.  It’s a total moonshot, but fingers crossed, please.

N.P.: “Are ‘Friends’ Electric? 2.1” – Information Society

One of my long-term investments finally paid off today, dear reader, and it was a beautiful thing.  For the past two decades, whenever I’ve opened an online account and had to answer those stupid security questions, I always pick “What city were you born in?”  To which my reply has been, consistently, since the previous century: “None of your fucking business.”  Because 1) it’s not, and 2) it’s just not…and if you’re going to be nervy enough to attempt to blatantly extract personal identification from me, you’d better be prepared for an appropriate response (maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about what my answer is for “Name of your first pet”).
So today I had to call a cable company that I used to do business with.  Our parting was acrimonious.  And it was very clearly final.  But sometimes on the weekends I like to call businesses who have done me dirty and cuss them out again, just as a reminder.  It’s cathartic.  So it warmed my heart, dearest reader, to tell this poor sap who had the misfortune of taking my call and asking me, “sir, for security purposes, what’s the name of the city you were born in?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“Okay…perfect.  How can help you today?”
Poetry.

N.P.: “Man on the Silver Mountain” – Rainbow