The Linchpin Of The Kingpin’s Business Philosophy

There is no profit to be made in the destruction of the planet. It is very bad for business.

– Wilson Fisk

Today For Me It Was Lethargy

If the spectrum linking everyday depression to Major Depression sometimes hinders understanding of it, it also offers an opportunity for empathy. Because almost everyone, at some point, experiences feelings of sadness, of hopelessness, of emptiness, not to mention lethargy and irritability.

– Gayle Forman

So I’m Not Saying That It’s Impossible, Just That It’ll Be When Cars Fly

Today I read someone predicting that in 30 years humans will only work 4 hours a day, 4 days a week.

When I was a kid I read a book from the 50’s promising flying cars in the same time frame.

Today’s Thoughts Are Along The Same Lines As Yesterday’s Thoughts

To paraphrase some advice I read a long time ago, be good to the people around you; you never know when you’re going to need them to do something really stupid for you, like pulling you out of a fire, or pushing you out of the way of an oncoming vehicle instead of doing the sensible thing and just getting out of the way themselves.  Heck, for that matter, you never know when you’re just going to need someone to call 911 for you, and that’s not the best time to have just finished calling someone a worthless excuse of human garbage.

I’m just saying.

And I’ve Been Watching For Some Time Now

If you want tolerance, one of the things you have to do is be tolerant.  If there’s another way to make that work, I, for one, have never seen it.

I’m Still Holding Out Hope That He Was Kidding

What follows is funny story I heard from a server last night.  I’m not sure I fully believe this actually happened to her because I’d like to think that nobody would ever say this without being kidding, but the story is funny none the less:

So I had this table, big party, like fourteen people, and I got the impression that they were not going to be good tippers (You get a feel for that sort of thing after a while.), but I wasn’t too worried about it because this was back in the days when we were allowed to automatically include the gratuity on big parties.  I gave them my best service, and, yes, they ran me ragged, but they weren’t really mean about it or anything, so there was that, and the final ticket, of course, came out to several hundred dollars.

Like I said, I’d already gotten the feeling that no matter what I did there wasn’t going to be a big tip in my future, but what I wasn’t prepared for was there being no concept of tipping at all!  (And, yes, they were American, where, like it or not, tipping is part of the culture.)

“Okay,” I heard one of them announce once the bill had arrived.  “Who ordered the ‘gratuity’?  Because that is expensive!'”

That Would Be Bad

You know, yesterday’s joking aside, it’s good thing that I was only playing at being paranoid instead of being actually paranoid.  Can you imagine what the reaction of someone truly convinced they were being monitored would have been if they had found an unidentified electronic component in their laundry?

When Throwaway Jokes Get Weird

The other day as I pulled my laundry out of the dryer, a small object tumbled out of my underwear.

It’s probably a tracking device, I laughingly thought to myself before taking a closer look at the object to determine what it really was.

The item in question turned out to be about the size of a button, some kind of electronic device, complete with . . . a . . . power source?

Hours later I figured out it was a LED component from a broken fidget spinner that Lala had picked up and left in her pocket when she did laundry, and I only figured that out because in passing she’d told me the story of her discovery, and L. accidently hit the button that triggered the (almost invisible) lights when he was examining it.

But those were some weird hours before I figured that out though, let me tell you!

I’ll Do That, Son

Yesterday I took an extra moment to properly time my necessary walking between my son and the television screen while my son was playing a game.

“Why do you try to be so careful about not blocking my view?” he asked me.

Chuckling, I answered, “Well . . . it’s because it used to seem like my mom was always blocking my view when I was really interested in something, and I remember how much I hated that, so whenever I can, I try not to do that to you.”

“Oh,” my son replied, then after a  thoughtful pause he asked, “Is Grandmama still coming to visit this week?”

“Yes,” I told him.

“Can you please remind her that it’s rude to block people’s views?”

Holy Rest In Peace!

I’d be remiss if I didn’t note last week’s passing of Adam West.

Now I really need to watch Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders.  (Normally I don’t give plugs to anyone, but I’m making an exception here because . . . Adam West.)