The Not Happy Thread

It's whispering in my ear, "Exterminate! Exterminate!"

 

I hope not literally 'in your ear'...

 

Hahaha! That makes 2 of us.

 

I can't even imagine how horrible this must have been.

 

Dance between character and plot. At once doom and salvation.

 

Why does it need to be separate?

 

They are as separate as a man and woman are in marriage. They are as separate as positive and negative charges are separate in an atom. They are as separate as the two chromosomes are separate in a zygote. They are as separate as left and right are separate in politics. Analogies are now veering towards the cliche. But they are separate and inseparable. They are as separate as high art and low art are separate from one another in a culture. It's a snake eating its own tail. It's the question of who came first the chicken or the egg? The duality of character and plot is a shrine at the heart of the temple of writing. If you think different, well, then please enlighten me what you think.

 

It's almost 9:0o am and it hasn't gotten any brighter. We talk about Saharan dust here all the time, it's on the news during the weather report, but it's an academic thing, a thing you track with numbers, not with your eyes. Today the sky is tan and it's actually kinda' dark outside for a Caribbean summer day. My eyes are like pinholes. We're being told to stay inside and not because of the rona.

 

Here sandstorms are common during late July/through Aug.,
so I know how you feel. Though up in the north corner they
are not as bad as they are down in Phoenix/Tuscon area.
But any kind of dust/sand storm sucks when you have to
go outside.

 

You live in this place!!!!!? This heaven like beautiful place?

 

Now imagine what it looks like without the choking cloud of windborn dust from across the Atlantic.

Oh, also when we're not battening down the hatches for a hurricane...

Or being awoken in the middle of the night to grab the dog and run outside because of an earthquake...

Or watching the country that basically owns you melt into a puddle of crazy...

But yeah, the beaches are kick-ass and regardless of your personal tastes, we've got some of the smexieast people around.

 

I'd exchange places with you any day for this dead town with dead people living/not living whatever. There is this temple next door to my house and every single morning I have to listen to their crap as I dream some morning dreams. The terrace is a nice place in this two-story house (most houses are two-stories). But there is no sign of vegetation as far as the eye can see.

 

In West Texas we have a dirt storm called a haboob (great, right?) once or twice a year in the spring. You get to watch a wall of brown dirt roll in from the West. Then the sky turns orange and there's so much grit in the air, you can feel it between your teeth. Sometimes you can barely keep your eyes open. It's hell on contact lenses. When I was a kid, old timers said it was as close as you could get to the bad days of the dust bowl. Thankfully it usually only lasts a few hours.

 

Yep. That's the one! Okay, it's not actually The Mummy bad, but you don't fly little planes in it, that's for sure.

 

The Not-good News:

My poor '01 Civic is in the shop for a new radiator, so now I am carless for
a few days.

The Not-bad News:

I have a job that just needs to be scheduled after I get it back.

So I guess I just made this the Neutral Thread Post?

 

I fucking hate Facebook. Why do I keep clicking on notifications? I'm just going to get into a fight with a friend of a friend in the comment section. I'm so sick of the political scapegoating and bullshit. It's as if the whole world has become one giant troll farm bating each other and arguing about obviously fake news. I'll even go weeks without opening the app, and then I think, "Oh, my friend posted something. I bet it's a pic of the kids," but no. It's never a pick of the kids, is it? It's something controversial (something that shouldn't be divisive at all but for some reason is in the current political climate,) and I can't stop myself from reading the comments. Someone inevitably says something hateful and ignorant, and I can't help myself. It's on, and my mood is absolutely ruined for hours. So screw Facebook. Screw it right in the face. I'd rather talk to you people any day.

 

This is as political as I get these days.
(Yeah FB is a political cesspool for lots these days.)

 

I ruthlessly cull my account. Echo chamber? Sure, whatever but if you're more likely to piss me off than make me happy I'll just mute, boot, and block you.

 

I stepped out of the air-conditioned bedroom and the breeze that blew in through the kitchen window felt and smelled hot. Before 9am. They're predicting 31c today (88f). Not that bad I guess, but still smelling hot air this early in the day bodes ill.

 

The humididty has arrived. It's now full summer, and uncomfortable even when not really hot.

 

I'd buy that for a dollar!