Im tapping this out, not really as a report, but to air some thoughts. Full disclosure; I am not a medico, forensics expert nor stayed at a Holiday Inn last night. But I am a natural Systems Analyst and can intuit problems in systems given GOOD information. The human body is a system (series of, … Continue reading PSA of a sort
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S.A.T. issues
No, not Standardized Academic Testing. This s-a-t means short attentionspan theater. Mike lists, excerpts and expands on this. An excerpt here as well,, The panic porn media was running non-stop horror stories about India and the bodies piling up in the streets back in May. At that time less than 4% of the Indian population … Continue reading S.A.T. issues
AAR of a sort
While I was in the Cin-city, my empathy was taking serious hits of fear and anger. While driving home, those feelings faded until I was close to Lexington. There it was back, but not as intense. As I left there, the feelings didn't so much fade as dissappear completely by the time I hit Richmond. … Continue reading AAR of a sort
Fu,,,,,,, whadda day
Home, kittehs and (large) pooch appeased. Grizzy seems like he put on a pound or two. Little fuzzbutt is all over me, and tapping this out is challenging The memorial service had a very surreal feel for me. I wont go into details other than to say it was odd. Truck mostly unloaded now, Grizz … Continue reading Fu,,,,,,, whadda day
Its Al(ways) about control
Sitting in my truck, edge of the parkig area as far as you can get from the building. Its 8 am, not a soul around, no residents in sight, wind blowing FROM the building towards me, and taking the vape away,, Property manager shows up (parked upwind of me) and comes over OUT OF HER … Continue reading Its Al(ways) about control
Monday zero dark
"You can't escape the experiment, so be the control group" Best advice I've seen yet. They will force the world pop to be Guinea pigs "for science",, fine, I choose the control group. The group thats gonna have to bury the other group in a couple years when all the cappilarial scarring has reached terminal … Continue reading Monday zero dark
Drifters (fiction)
The world about me blurs for an instant, the people notice nothing. I stay silent for a moment as I settle into this new place/time. Another day on the job and a job I have to guess at. No one ever tells me anything. The coffee cup before me is half-full, where I drifted in … Continue reading Drifters (fiction)
