Another busy day of getting things done, and it was a good day for it. Crisp mid 50’s with lots of sun, and just generally a pleasant day.
I forgot to mention that I got my pneumonia shot yesterday. I had flu and covid a month or so back, so decided to go in and get pneumonia and rsv. Turns out I am not old enough to get the rsv shot, but I got the pneumonia one. We’ve talked about it before, but I am a vaccine lover. I like not being sick, so any vaccine I can get I will have it blasted into me. Jam it in my thigh with a turkey baster, they say. It’s really this simple- people smarter than me developed them, my doctors all think they are a good idea, the army is notorious for protecting its investments and they jammed them into me, and the most important tell is the insurance companies are willing to pay for it. They aren’t willing to pay for shit without an all out fight, but they will gladly pony up for vaccines because it saves them a ton of money down the road. How does it save them money? Because I am healthier and healthy people pay premiums and don’t cost money treating illness. Like I said, it’s an obvious thing.
At any rate, I really hammed it up when I got the shot. I had the sweet old lady nurse call me back, and there was a line of people at the counter, so when she gave me the shot I yelled “Aww you butcher it hurts why is there so much blood” and she turned beet red and all the other staff and customers were giggling, so mission accomplished. It turns out I am paying for it today because my arm hurts like hell. Payback for being a jackass.
Speaking of jackassery, I had to go to the At&T store to return the old phone I dropped in the toilet the other day and replaced, and there was a long line. So, I walked around the store looking at things, when I came across the Samsung ring display. It’s apparently a ring that can track your vitals and sync with your phone. Not something I would ever use, but they had ten of them in a row with different gauges to check your ring size. The display was attached to the desk and each ring had a cable attached to it so you could pull it out and try it on but could not steal it. I tried the first two, and they were way two big, went to the third and it slipped right on, but would not come off.
I stood there silently trying to get it off, and the damned thing kept getting tighter. Plus, I was now tied to the desk because of the anti-theft cable attaching the ring on my finger to the desk, so I couldn’t move around or go find something to help me get the god damned thing off. After a couple minutes, I interrupted the clerks speaking with customers and said “Excuse me, I’m kinda stuck to the display and could use some help.”
I could see in their eyes that this had never happened while they were working, because I could see the gears spinning. I told them maybe some water would work, so he came over and poured his water bottle water on my hand. Nope. Still stuck. By now the entire store has formed a semi-circle around the spectacle, and a mom took over and started tugging on the ring. Eventually, our hero, a teenage instagram girlie volunteered her chap stick. So she slathered that on and after a couple tugs it came right off.
I fucked off into a corner, deciding invisibility would definitely be the best superpower if you could pick one, and waited until I could turn in the toilet phone and leave. Headed to the orchard to pick up a couple pecks for Joelle and some frozen cider that she somehow thinks I am going to keep frozen on a three day drive but whatever I’m not allowed across the threshold without it so we’re just gonna shut up and do as we are told.
So another fun day of sprinkling my special self all over an unsuspecting public. Sprinkle sprinkle.
I can’t remember if it has been discussed here, but this happened:
With polls showing the 2024 presidential election tightening as it entered the final two weeks of campaigning, Vice President Kamala Harris and former President Donald Trump are looking for votes everywhere. But as The Daily Show reported in a segment this week, one underserved potential voting block may be spoken for after Insane Clown Posse‘s frontman Violent J seemingly endorsed the VP while being interviewed for a parody segment.
Violent J, whose real name is Joseph Frank Bruce, is perhaps the most influential figure in the community of Juggalos — the loosely associated fans of rap-rock group ICP and the other bands on their record label, Psychopathic Records, and acts in the horrorcore genre. Largely Midwestern and rural, Juggalos have developed their own set of traditions and modes of expression, including face painting, drinking the affordable soft drink Faygo and a tongue-in-cheek obsession with murder.
If you will remember, the Insane Clown Posse also cancelled a bunch of stuff during covid because they didn’t want their fanbase getting sick. I was talking about this on twitter, and joked that I would trust my pets and myself with any random member of the Juggalos over an evangelical or maga moron, and thing of beauty happened:
I’d add in Wu Tang and drag queens, but that should be wall art.
In all seriousness, there are some violent losers in the juggalo community- much like every community. But for the most part all the juggalos I have none are just the same kids you called weirdos and freaks who were hanging out in the band room or shop class or out back smoking. Might not be for everyone, but mostly alright.
In a somewhat similar line of thought, we have not spent enough time reflecting on the fact that literally no other magazine or newspaper has had the same level and consistency of moral clarity on issues the past few years than the politics section of Teen Vogue.
I’m still pretty much a basket case about this election. I’m being tugged by my brain in so many ways. In my chest I have this fear he is going to win and it feels like it will ripe the heart out of me. But there is a rumbling and warmth in my belly that gives me hope that this may be a landslide election for her. And then my head pulls me back to 2016, and I wonder if maybe I am just deeply entrenched in a bubble. I mean there is massive groupthink here, even, and I have curated my twitter feed and social media to the point that there are very few Republican voices. And I also know how deep Trump support is here, and how the conservative media polluted the minds of so many people. People I have known my whole life- I was at someone I have known my whole life’s business, and on his laptop I saw him logged into a livestream with Jesse Kelly, one of the most disgusting far right podcast/radio hosts out there. I was shocked, though I shouldn’t be, I suppose.
So if that is so prevalent here and in the rural parts of PA and Ohio to the west, maybe it is deeper everywhere. There’s just no way to know and I just want to punch anyone who seems super confident. We have so much to lose. Just on the economy alone a Trump victory would be so catastrophic. If he and Musk weaken the dollar through capitulation and deal making to China and by not raising the debt limit and defaulting, crashing the dollar to the point we are no longer the world reserve currency, my god the devastation. All the intermingling stocks and bonds and tranches of this tied up in this and all your pensions and IRA’s and jesus the bond market. I think I am going to make myself throw up if I keep thinking about it.
I just want him to go away.
Also, FUCK RIGHT THE FUCK OFF NYTIMES:
That made me almost blow a fucking gasket.
I think I am going to go watch something unchallenging on television- probably that show I mentioned last night the Citadel, which is dumb and stupid but has pretty people I like and is flashy and non-threatening. And maybe eat an apple or two.
Are we doing zooms for thanksgiving?
