The Twosday drivel

Not that I drivel (much, LOL)   but that is how this day seemed to carry forward,,, Not much of anything to talk about.  

Well,  I DID need to reconnect with the ‘Zon and get that mess straightened out, yet again.  At least this time, I have an order showing with expected delivery date, whereas my last call, I was in the dark with promises ‘we’ll make this right’.    (that faith in other hoomans thing,,, I haven’t much unless you’ve been in my circle for some time and have earned it.)

Francis posted up something I found intriguing.   Never been much of the ‘bar’ attending type.   Most of my time in bars was spent as contractor or employee in some nature (Audio stuff) and rarely was it as a patron.   BUT, I do know of what he speaks, since I was a Coffee house afficianado once upon a time.    When I was in the Corps, stationed on Camp Pendleton, there were several Coffee houses out in town, and ONE in particular that I was a regular patron of.   It wasn’t your typical leftist hive mind place, though it did have it’s share of such.  Mostly it was tattooists, musicians and strap hangers to the forementioned; along with a few caffiene junkies such as myself.   It was how I managed to start getting into mixing sound. (and learned far more than a four year stint at FullSail can teach you.   In addition, do four years at FullSail and chances are you will get picked up by DizzKnee and have to slave away for minimum wage doing the same thing I was getting paid $3500/wk for (plus per diem @ NY rates.)   Good luck with paying off that student debt that way.   Bust your chops in the bars, be nice but firm, and ‘pay your dues’,,, You’ll get the break you dream of.)  

But I digress,,,,,

Local bar, NEIGHBORHOOD BAR (sorta like the bar in Cheers, but better, friendlier.)

Not in my neck of the woods,,,,, Hell, this area was still a dry county until 3 years back.  One local bar that opened up with the relaxation of modern day prohibition,,,   And from what I have seen of it, NOT A NICE PLACE TO BE if you don’t speak with the local dialect.   I don’t, I can’t even fake it.  I can’t understand most people here’bouts if they get on a roll: its like some form of Gaelic crossed with Chinese to my ears.   I understand drunken Scottish brogue easier.

And I have investigated my ‘old stomping grounds’ of a coffee house.   Sadly, its on the edge of the local college campus and COMPLETELY INDOCTRINATED in Lefty thinks…  I may as well have walked in there with a Trump2024 shirt and a full auto 12ga on my hip for all the love I felt when I showed my face.  (granted, I was wearing a ‘conservative’ T-shirt: The one that looks like a coca-cola emblem but says  “enjoy Capitalism”.   I guess I shot myself in the foot on that, but hey, if they wouldn’t welcome me for ME, then Fuggem!.)

Fact is, I fit in around here like a square log in a round hole,,,  Lots of hammering needed and little to no gaurantee that even that will do.   I only fit in at work because I have made myself essential to the business and built my reputation quite high.   Outside of that, I’m just another face in the crowd and ‘no one of consequence’.   (admittedly, I like a certain amount of anonymity.  Never have been one for the limelights.)

But it do get a might lonely at times,,,,

is what it is.   I have friends, just not close to home currently.  They understand why I am ‘stuck’ in the armpit of SEKY and that eventually, that will be rectified.  No rush (Believe me, NO rush, PLEASE,,,,,)

Drivel,,,, thats my post today.  ROFL

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