Complicated little lives, even in February

2025-02-18

|Tue 18 Feb 2025 @10:52|
‘No New Tales to Tell’ from Love & Rockets, spun by DJ John Richards, on The Morning Show, on KEXP

So – how the fuck are YOU doing? Good I hope. Boy – things have certainly embraced the “entropy isn’t the end game – it’s the ONLY game” physics hypothesis, eh? I mean – Christian Nationalists dismantling our democracy in front of our eyes! Who’d a thunk … of, yeah. All of us.

So I sas my sister – since she won’t explain to me or my kid. I worry – truly worry – ‘casue the rules are out the window, no guardrails. So … do we shoot first in this situation? Asking for a friend. Of course I like to lean on my mind part of “me” – and it’s got nothing for dealing with those who’ve stepped way off the playing field. Think I got close to this idea when I considered if I were driving in a country not known for their road laws, could I adapt to the ‘YOLO’ mentality? I thought I should be able to, and that I have such irritation because we used to have rules, I took my lumps when I got caught breaking those rules, and I’ve lived in a reality where folks all agreed that hurtling thru time and space in 3,000 lbs of metal is a somewhat ‘adult’ kinda thing to do, and thus required ‘adult’ kinda thinking. Yay West Germany!!! Still scared shit-less in Ed Ludwig’s Supra, though.

So here we are, kiddo about to complete his current solar revolution, a sunny Tuesday in prep for a wintry Wednesday, with beautiful flowers for you and me.

mid feb, NorCarolina, sure snow is on the way – but look at how pretty these are? c. Feb ’25, Hobbit House

So I respond on the socials, get my blood pressure up and going. ’cause I feel that if there’s not a comment, not a complaint – then … they don’t know how fucked up it is. But, perhaps, they do know, and it’s all a game, and I’ve already lost. Kinda why I never was too competitive. Alas – not just me now, is it?

So we’ll wait, and worry. We’ll want to know “Why??” – and never get an answer (cowards, each and every one of them…). The sun will rise tomorrow morning too. The flowers will fight against the season, in order to be alive.

So too I guess I’ll begin again.

ciao,
:scott: