Being an adult is such a pain in the hole.  Some days are worse than others, but no matter what day it is, it almost always sucks.  It’s all just so completely necessary while also being completely unrewarding.  Like getting brakes put on your car.  Five hundred bucks.  You know how many things I’d rather spend $500 on?  The mind simply reels at the staggering number of things I’d rather spend $500 on.  Do you know how much…well, ne’mind.  The point is that you can’t even see new brakes.  Whenever I spend $500, I want to be able to see what I got, as a sort of positive reminder of why the bank account is a little lighter than it was.  I mean yeah, great, now the car stops.  For which we’re all grateful.  But it still doesn’t seem worth $500.

N.P.: “Kaleidoscope” – Amplifier

I’m all depressed.  Just blah.  Been this way for a while.  I should activate my illness protocol.  I very rarely get sick, but when I do, I like to achieve maximum dramatic effect: I light candles…candelabra are deployed.  Mozart’s Requiem is played, on a loop, at inordinate volume.  That’s just when I first notice I’m not feeling well.  At the first sign of an actual symptom shows up, I’m begin drinking both whiskey and Nyquil freely, taxing my system, sure, but simply Putting It To any virus that dare think it can survive in my hostile and miasmic system.
Alas, depression is a different animal and would not respond well at all to this treatment.  I guess I just feel like my relationship with depression has become rather stagnant in recent years…I’m actually just bored and irritated with it all the time, and spend most of my energy just ignoring it.  Maybe we need to insert a little drama…spice things up.

N.P.: “Broken Bones” – KALEO

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