I went with this snapshot of the landscape from Idiocracy as a tribute to the current Federal Government shutdown being caused by the Shitgibbon’s stubbornness. He wants to be true to his racist base despite walls not working, ask the Chinese on how well it kept out their enemies the Huns and Mongols? I wouldn’t say East Germany’s which was supposed to keep their people in was a roaring success neither. Walls are also easily defeated by ladders, tunnels, hot-air balloons, bulldozers and pure determination. I do hope this doesn’t drag on as long as Newt Gingrich’s temper tantrum of 1995, allegedly not getting to ride on or in Air Force One’s good section fueled part of that.
This was also the day, 25 years ago, I turned in my two weeks at Dynamic Graphics (aka DG) because I was suffocating at numerous levels: the unimaginative job, working for a company that missed the boat and would on the Internet, and Central IL, let alone the Midwest, was mired in a past even today, thinks the Shitgibbon will restore. I have to thank all those times the Silders let me crash at their place in Chicago, it was nice to have more intelligent, thoughtful conversations given how unconcerned my peers in Bloomington were. What a day it was. I think everyone at the company had to re-write their job description to update it. Boy did I. Answering tech support questions for clip art? It certainly didn’t need a college diploma. I adjusted it to high school degree with one-year of related experience, turned it in with my resignation. How the gossip mill got rolling via this copywriter named Renee. I was so numb then, I didn’t care if Austin fell through anymore. I had to stop commuting to Peoria for such a pittance, working with a bunch of people trying to run out the clock to retirement or having unreal expectations of landing a decent job in Peoria that wasn’t Caterpillar. The later has since bailed and has its World HQ in Chicago, surprise!
If Austin didn’t happen, I think I would’ve just gotten by temping around Bloomington and Normal, mooching off my grandmother until I could enroll at ISU, earn the second degree I’ve been putting for 25 years. Back then I would’ve pursued a BA in French. Today, I want to pursue more about Math, maybe with a dash of Mandarin.
Lastly, I wanted to take down the “joy” banner over my 20 years of knowing Somara. In short, we’ve hit a serious rough patch alongside her illness. It’s too early to say where we’re headed. I’m too pissed at my therapist amongst other emotions as I debate whether or not I want to invest another 20 years let alone 20 hours at this time.
If you give a crap. Stay tuned but don’t sweat it much.