Sitting here in a chair in the upper room of the man’s place (not the man, but the man) I’m in my head about many things.
*The fact that we’ve had a new Prez for less than a week and already I’m feeling like there is a better chance that our future won’t be a flaming bag of shit than I did before he took office. I am not convinced that he will undo all that has been done by the amazing retard that has been sitting in his chair playing decider for the last eight years, but I do at least feel a sense of hope I haven’t had. I know that so many are pinning their hope that Obama will be the messiah, but reality is, it’s gonna take more than one man, more than one or two terms to undo all that dubya did. (see my podcast killed the radio star if you need to have a list of reasons, or have had your head burried up your ass) Our economy is in the shitter… not just on a national, but all the way down to the home level (makes sense doesn’t it?) yet we continue to bury our heads in the sand about reality. None of us are really safe from job loss. But do we save? No, we buy and play the it won’t be me game. It will be you. It will suck, because as awesome as I may think he’s gonna be, it always has to get a little worse before it gets better. Miricle boy or not, Obama can’t charge in on his white horse and sweep away the mess the decider has left behind. It is going to take digging and some hip waders.
**In a complete departure from politics is my old familiar feeling of loss. I’ve been on this wave of goodness and not looking to see if it was gonna crash onto the shore anytime soon. In fact I’ve just been drinking from the glass of friendship, enjoying the woodland friends… or so I thought. My car encyclopedia and his bride have been (okay, not a woodland name, but whatever, I mix metaphors… get me a t-shirt) constant. He’s been true to his word about keeping me and not giving a shit that the hare is an idiot, even when I am not coming to him (them). Friendship is give and take, right? okay, it’s supposed to be. You go places and see things and do stuff. You call each other, return calls, check in and care about each other’s level of comfort in situations. People, I mean friends… I can’t go to the meadow anymore. I do not belong in the fucking meadow. (not comfortable) On occasion, my woodland friends must make the effort to join me in my world of not so meadow-like environment. Jump in my little cable car (it’s the only free taxi you’ll ever be offered) and enjoy the ride. This, however is not the reality. Reality is I am not convenient. I no longer stroll into the meadow, bearing gifts and goodies, providing shuttle service to and fro… I should be hurt and angry but instead I’m sad. I feel like all the things I’ve had to admit just keep compounding and to have the goodness, I am still having to give up more. I am not giving up the encyclopedia. I put my foot down. And I’m keeping the wife too. I may some day need to know about a ’63 Porsche sitting in a garage in a town near by. And without him I will not have answers… or musings about worlds ending, beer and bi-ped-mechanized-traveling devices. (The seasonal ale is still anxiously awaited). Enough wallowing. I’m choppin down the mighty oak and leaving the 100 acre wood. Time for shop class to start.
*** I am still finding more cool shit on the internet. I have been laughing and after that last little rant and stuff, I should let you too.
there are a couple more but my connection is running slow right now. Maybe this geek-land thing is not as cool as I thought. You would think it would mean everything is fast and cool, but really it means they always have something taking up all the speed of your connection when all you wanted to do was write a little and post a little video or two…next time. there are good things to see in cyberland (oh and some reallly bad stuff too!! :)
