Here it comes. After years and years of telling us that the cost of goods have gone up due to gas prices rising they are now telling us that lower gas prices are bad: NPR: Why Cheap Gas Might Not Be Good For The U.S. Economy. You know what? I’ll take something that is not great for “the economy” but that will help the poor and middle class save a little money on their drive to their job every morning, keeping “the economy” running.
It would be laughable if it wasn’t so sad. I predict more and more articles like this, especially from corporate news sources. Once they get us all worried about how bad cheap gas is, then the President will be blamed for it, just as he was blamed for higher gas prices. And certainly don’t hold your breath waiting for cheaper bread and milk prices. Money rarely trickles down in that direction.
But whatever. It’s Friday and payday, which means I get to head out to my huge money bin for a nice little swim.
Snoopy’s writing game back in the day was ON POINT!
Also, there are all kinds of rules about writing. I find it’s good to ignore most of them.
I have nothing today. So I figured I’d give you a picture. I did not take this photograph, but it is stunning. Go ahead and use it as a writing prompt, if that’s your thing.
What is happening on that hill, by the way? And more importantly, what is happening on the other side?
So I’m currently reading the Welcome To Night Vale novel, inspired by the brilliant Welcome to Night Vale podcast. What is Welcome to Night Vale? Well, here is what The Awl says because I lack the proper skills to describe it:
“Welcome to Night Vale” is a twice-monthly, 25-ish-minute podcast featuring news, traffic, and weather out of a small town in the Southwestern corner of the United States that does not actually exist. The town’s dog park, which is forbidden, is fictional, as is the mayor, Pamela Winchell, who is probably demonic. The radio show’s host, Cecil Baldwin is real, kind of. One of his most-used words is “void.”
That doesn’t really do the show justice either. I would just say Welcome To Night Vale is insanely bizarre in the most joyous way imaginable. I only finally checked our the podcast last month but immediately fell in love with it. Hence the reading of the novel. Which is the whole point of this post.
It really is a joy to read. There is just so much weird stuff going on. Such as in the photo above. Libraries are described as one of the most dangerous places in Night Vale. Some where to avoid.
Particularly this bit:
“The other option was to go to the public library. Few people came back from a visit to the library. There was one girl a few years ago that survived the Summer Reading Program at the Night Vale Public Library. The girl, Tamika Flynn, defeated the librarian that had imprisoned her and her classmates, using the switchblade hidden in every hardback edition of Eudora Welty’s touching homecoming novel The Optimist’s Daughter.”
The entire book is filled with stuff like that. If you like the absurd, you should check it out.
I like to walk straight at automatic doors at the local Giant grocery store, head down, no hesitation, and no surrender. To bend them to my will, let them know I am in charge. I am (the) boss.
Life’s a stage, some dead white dude said one time. And you gotta act like somebody is watching you. You can’t approach the automatic doors at the local grocery store like some schlub, all meek and scared, un-confident of your place in this world. You need to be in charge of your environment, and willing to leave a bloody face-print on the glass should the aging mechanical wonder that is the door sensor malfunction.
It’s like when you click the key dongle thing to lock your car upon exit. You don’t stop, look at your car, then press the lock button. No, you click the button as your walk away, never even glancing back. Because when you push that button, the damn thing had better have locked. Because that is what it’s supposed to do. Because you are in charge. Not the machines.
Because the machines will have their day in charge, oh yes, and it’s coming soon. And we need them to know we aren’t afraid of frivolous things like head injuries from doors.
It’s been cold the last few days. And by cold I mean “why is the Earth actively trying to kill me” cold. I’m actually okay that it is cold. I live here for a reason. I like seasons and right now the season is Winter and it’s supposed to be cold. I’m happy that today, however, we are having a heat wave and the temperature is a balmy 20 degrees Fahrenheit.
I made some breaded chicken breasts in the oven last night. It was truly minimal effort but it turned out pretty well. I was particularly happy that the daughter (9 going on 16 years old) enjoyed it enough to tell me how good it was. She’s super smart and has a good heart, though that heart doesn’t always shine through to the surface. So for her to clear her plate it is a big deal. And it made the little time I took to prepare the meal worth it. It was nice.
There’s no real point to this post other than it’s a good thing to tell people you appreciate what they do, and tell them when they’ve done something good. And when you are on the receiving end of the compliment, it’s a good thing to take a moment and let the compliment wash over you. And let it lift your spirits, even on a bitterly cold day.
I saw this on Facebook today and it cracked me up. And how do I title?
Ah Weezer, just when I think I’m out (that dreadful Thank God for Girls song recently released) you bring me back in. They have announced a new album coming out April 1, 2016 and released this new song:
Weezer holds a special place in my heart. I can still listen to their first two albums front start to finish without skipping a single track. I can’t think of any other music that can boast this feat. And certainly not any of their new stuff, which can be good but not as good as it once was.
So, a tentative yay for a new upcoming album from Weezer.
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This is R5-D4, and more specifically the action figure of R5-D4 from back in the initial run of toys in the early 80s. I never had him as a kid, but picked him up pretty cheap on eBay. He sits here on my desk at work and motivates me, even though he had a bad motivator in the movie (pun intended and telegraphed).
Don’t get me wrong. R2-D2 is a great droid, but I’m partial to red. And also, he was actually a Jedi.
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I was greeted by this sunset last night as I exited the grocery store, having stopped to pick up some supplies after work. No the van is not mine, how dare you think that! The only van I’ll ever own will have a wolf howling at the moon or a skeleton playing the guitar painted on the side. Or, like a VW Camper.
Actually, while I really like the photo I got, I don’t think I came close to capturing the sunset’s true beauty I saw with my own eyes. It was that amazing.