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For Valentine's Day, I attended a rally against the Epstein files coverup, then helped give out clothes to homeless people at Pioneer Park. Today, I've been busy with a higher-than-average-paying work project. The downside of working whenever I want is that I have to decide when to take a break and when to make more money. It's absolutely worth it, though. As a result, however, right now I just want to watch cartoons and not write a blog post. So here's something cool I watched yesterday: an interview with the man I used to believe was the Antichrist. (Blame my parents.) Okay, maybe he still is a war criminal, but so are most US presidents. I wonder how differently I'd feel about him if I lived through his administration again. He had more class, more intelligence, and more basic decency in the dirt under his fingernails than his successor could manifest in a hundred years. He wasn't best friends with a child sex trafficker, either. But if he had done one one-hundredth of the things his successor has done, my parents who don't care about anything his successor has done would have had fatal brain aneurysms. Anyway, it was great to hear him spreading hope. Rebellions are built on hope. Hell, it was great just to hear from a leader who can speak in coherent sentences and answer questions without calling the interviewer names.
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I consider football the second most boring sport ever invented, but I've always enjoyed Super Bowl parties for the camaraderie, the food, and the funny commercials. This year, I would have gotten extra enjoyment from the halftime show that was successfully engineered to piss off racist conservative snowflakes. It pissed them off so much that the late Charlie Kirk's racist organization is putting on an alternate show, which was pathetic enough before they announced that Kid Rock was headlining it, which is exactly what liberals said they would do as a joke to make fun of them. Yes, conservatives are now officially a parody of themselves. This also serves as a reminder that the world is no worse off for not having Charlie Kirk in it. Don't come after me for being honest. Did you catch the leaked Zoom call of his widow giggling and gloating about merch sales two weeks after his death? I felt more grief when I stepped on a snail.
Alas, this year I was not invited to a Super Bowl party, possibly because my social circle has shifted from college students to people who have children in high school, and it doesn't stream anywhere for free, and I'm not patriotic enough to buy a Peacock subscription just for that. Still, I expect I'll have a delightful evening watching cartoons and listening to music. I've found that if I just tell myself a day is a holiday, it feels like one. I have simple pleasures. I have my new studio apartment to myself, I've partially adapted to the traffic noise, and in tangential but also exciting news, I now only take about forty minutes to fall asleep at night instead of two hours or more, possibly because I have space to not sit on my bed all day and make my brain associate it with activities besides sleep. Anyway, I'm sure people will be even less inclined than usual to take time out of their day to read my blog, and that's just one more reason why I'm disinclined to take time out of my day to write it, so here's the weekly post to keep up my streak, and now I'm done. I hope one of the teams that's playing today wins. Lacking much in the way of motivation or energy to write about something important at this time, I was going to do a post about Dilbert punchlines that I didn't understand as a kid, but the text-searchable Dilbert archive has been taken down from dilbert.com as a result of Scott Adams getting canceled for being racist, so that will have to wait. So here's one of my favorite cartoons that I may or may not have shared before. I'm sure nobody has read my blog long or intently enough to remember either. I just like this cartoon because it's cute and happy and doesn't punish any carnivorous animals for being born as carnivorous animals. It does have a very brief racist part, but given historical context and relative severity, it's more forgivable than Scott Adams' recent remarks. |
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