Yesterday came sunshine — a brief respite between cold-and-wet and windy-and-really-really-wet. Thank you, November, for the small break.<\/p>\n
I took advantage of it to go meet a local who wanted to buy St. Guinefort the Greyhound<\/a>. He’d seen it at the county fair and didn’t have much trouble tracking me down because — as it turns out — he’s one of the few locals who recognize my name from my writing. It also turned out (small town and all) that we have mutual acquaintances.<\/p>\n Best of all (aside from the fact that he bought me a nice lunch and will give Guinefort a loving home) was that he’s the only local I ever met who’s actually a free-market anarchist. Boy, did we have a lot in common.<\/p>\n ——<\/p>\n He also told me that one of our mutual acquaintances — a square blue peg in our round red hole of a county — quit speaking to him after last year’s election. And he’s not even a Trumpist. I swear, the world, or at least the left side of it, has gone completely bonkers.<\/p>\n But we knew that, didn’t we?<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n Of course many on the right-hand side of the universe aren’t the sanest, either. As Kit Perez relates<\/a> in the latest tale of threeper (or threeper wannabe) folly.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n The other day it was Sean Parker. Now it’s Roger McNamee, yet another F*c*b**k founding father, who has turned on the monster he helped create, comparing FB officials to Edward Bernays, Josef Goebbels<\/a> and Nazi propagandists in general.<\/p>\n Couldn’t happen to a more deserving outfit, either. I look forward to the day when FB fals to the level of its former rival, MySpace.<\/p>\n I only fear that by then there will be something worse.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n This morning I finished the first draft of a writing project that’s been deviling me. Much more to do, still. But that’s it for now. I have no further words in my today.<\/p>\n In addition to the writing itself being a more-than-usual brain burner, I haven’t had the right glasses, which makes computer time perilous. Since my much-loved skull frames broke<\/a>, I’ve been using a 14-year-old pair and ending too-long computer sessions with double vision. Interesting. Scary. But it goes away. (BTW, I didn’t find new frames to fit the lenses, but between sales and coupons I did manage to order a new pair — sans skulls, alas — online for $98, including progressive lenses and photogray. How good they are or whether they make me look like a freak I’ll find out in a few days.)<\/p>\n I’ve got to take break from brainwork and go do some physical labor on the ceiling of the bedroom-to-be. So you folks who are waiting for the next RebelFire excerpt, answers to your emails, book-promotion blurbs, or anything else requiring my presence at the computer … please be patient. I badly need a small timeout and rest for my weary eyes.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n