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Uh oh

I have absolutely been neglecting this particular outlet for blathering, instead blathering other places... but mostly not blathering at all. I'd say sorry, but on the other hand, you've been spared a bunch of blather, so where is the crime?


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Friendsmas

It really is so nice to spend time with your family of choice. At least, it is for me. I'm lucky that a lot of my biological family members are also people I enjoy spending time with, and that some of my extended family members are too... but in the end, it's the ones you pick who make for the best times.

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It's been real, it's been fun, but...

It's time to say "see ya" to Facebook.  There are many reasons why it's time to let this thing go, and increasingly many more reasons to kick it in the ass on the way out.  Reasons:

— They're selling the heck out of every tiny piece of my personal data. I know that's happening with Google, too, but hey, at least this source I can do something about.

— It has helped me reconnect with people I wouldn't have otherwise have been able to reconnect with, but on the other hand, it has helped me reconnect with people I wouldn't have otherwise have had to reconnect with.

— Increasingly it seems to be a right-wing news dissemination site. If you're on the right, that's probably cool with you, but I'm not. At the same time, the right complains that it's a left-wing dissemination site, which it might seem like that if most of the folks you know are leftists.  In the end, however, it seems like Zuck has decided to bank on the right.  One example is this one:  https://mashable.com/article/facebook-right-wing-social-network/, and here's a really interesting, but long, read about the rest:  https://www.huffpost.com/entry/facebook-gizmodo-gawker-trending-conservatives_n_5b6c9b16e4b0530743c83f58?

There are many more links, ask if you want them.

Meh, that's enough for me, anyway.  I'll be on MeWe.  Look me up if you like... or don't.  Up to you.

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May

My wife always loved having a little kid. She was super enamored of the cuteness, and, well, who could blame her? This kid was super, super cute. (Still is!) But me, I was always looking forward to the later years, being able to talk to our child as something more of, well, not exactly equals, but as a person who I wasn't necessarily controlling but just hoping to guide, or at least talk through things with. Not an adult, necessarily, but maybe someone who was, let's say... approaching adulthood.

Things changed in the growing up process. The biggest change being that the person we thought was a he turned out to be a she. But she's also really cool, and willing to sit around and chat with her dad about high school, and getting in trouble, and friends, and drugs, and even just some silly jokes. I like this kid a lot, you guys, and I swear to you that it is not only because she's my kid — she's genuinely pretty darn cool and fun to have a chat with.

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Brilliant Product Idea

I  want my front door lock to unlock when I'm within a certain proximity, like with some cars.

Obviously this is immediately problematic — what if I were to leave my proximity key near the door?  Well let me tell you, I have got an answer for you and an answer for a few other objections: The door lock should only scan a radius of a few feet in front of it and be shielded from scanning anywhere else. I bet that's not as complicated as it sounds, he said, assuming something he probably couldn't.

I hear your objections and I can answer at least one of them! What if somebody steals your door key and gets into your house, you say?  Well, yes, that would be terrible, but even now somebody could steal your physical door key and get into your house. They'd have to know which house it is, though, same as now, right? Unless they knew which house it was or they stole it from you on your porch, so.... pretty much same deal as we have now, right?

Also, if you are one of those people who lives somewhere that nobody locks their doors, then okay, fine, you win, spare us your wonderfulness and the utter delightfulness of every single one of your perfect neighbors.

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OK Boomer

So there's been a lot of generational talk lately.  It's not all entirely wrong, I think — obviously different folks who grew up in different times experience the world and the culture at large differently. You only need to see one or two memes on Facebook about how "We grew up drinking from the hose and with no seat belts and swallowing lead paint and IT SEEMS LIKE WE'RE FINE!" to get that. 

If there had been memes for previous generations, they might have been like "We grew up being kinda okay with fascists until it turned out that wasn't okay any more and then we killed the shit out of them and they killed the shit out of us and IT SEEMS LIKE WE'RE FINE!" 

Most folks don't know that a lot of this was invented by two historians who have gone on to be shitty business consultants making a lot of money off their theory. In their book, "Millenials" was supposed to be the name for the generation born *after* 2000. Also, they called Gen X "Thirteeners" based on an idea that my generation was the thirteenth American generation and also that we'd be all "yeah, man, we're supes unlucky... number 13."  Some names stick, some really don't.

I guess the upshot is don't listen to any stupid marketing or business bros and instead treat humans like humans. This is literally the most simplistic stupid thing ever and I can't believe I'm typing it but well, here I am doing it: People are people, much like yourself. Treat them as you would like to be treated. 

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I Am So, So, Sorry

I had a bunch of blather about how mental pain is the same as physical and the patriarchy making men feel like they could never feel any depression and a whole lot of bullshit, but at the end of it none of that really matters.  

I'm just so, so, so sorry, Mike:  I'm so sorry that you felt so much pain that you had to take your own life. And I'm so sad that I only reconnected with you in the past year, and won't have the chance to get to know you better.

Godspeed, cousin.


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So, uh... hi... again?

I guess I'm back?  I am exploring the idea of using this instead of Facebook. For various reasons, mostly that it seems like Facebook is slowly but apparently deliberately turning itself into a right-wing disinformation dissemination machine. But here's the question: Is using LJ, which is run by some folks from a country whose leadership seems to be, um, in favor of said activities, a better platform? I guess we will find out.  So here I am for now.

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Why I have not done what I said I would do

I know I promised backstories for several more characters in this supposed novel, but I realized that I wanted some of my characters to do different things than I had initially thought they would do.  Also, I didn't really like some of the characters.  They wouldn't do what I wanted them to do, or say the things I wanted them to say.  If this sounds insane, well, I can only say you're right.  I have found writing stories and now a novel to be a much stranger experience than I ever would have thought.  It turns out there are a lot of people living in my head.  The only control over them I have, it seems, is where the story goes, and who gets to be in it, and trying to get them somewhere towards the goal I have in mind.  It's like being a casting director or something, only much more disconcerting.  Anyway, uh.  More backstories coming, I hope.
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The Perils of Punsterism, an Instructive Tale

So a year or so ago, I was piloting a large automobile filled with a number of my friends from Southern to Northern California to attend the wedding of a friend of ours.  I don't know how it started, but somehow we got into a pun war based on the names of automobile makes and models.  Puns included such horrible things as "I think we all need to be Civic minded about this" and "Are you sure we can't come to an Accord on these terrible jokes" and "Volt the hell are you people joking about" and even stuff like "Miata kick some of you guys asses for these puns" and of course some real stretchers like "If you people want to go Carolla-ing I guess we can, but come on" and even worse, like "Ford-y love of God, please stop."

Anyway, eventually the car grew silent, since everybody had run out of terrible puns.  The car was silent for a minute, then two minutes, then three minutes.  Then I, like an idiot, assuming the pun war was over, looked to the west and observed some natural beauty.  "That's so gorgeous," I said.  "It looks like there is a blanket laid over the hills like on a sleeping baby."

The car remained silent again for another 15 seconds and then erupted.  "WHAT?!?!"  "What was that one supposed to be!?!?!?"

It took me a good 5 minutes to convince them all that I'd been genuine.

So you see, you must also master the pun dismount.  When one is done punning... one must actually, you know, say so.