I’m. Going. Camping.
What? You though it was some other phrase? Surely you jest!
I’ve been busier than a one legged man in as ass kicking contest. I need a break. Also, there are clouds on the horizon. We all know it’s not going to be sane the first week or two of November. It behooves us all to build a reserve of chill in these last minutes before something* happens.
I’ll be off line for a few days. It’s a good thing to do. Cartman, my spirit animal, expressed my attitude about media and politics right now: “you can go nyah, but I’m going over nyah.”
*I have no idea what something will happen. Frankly, nobody does. But we all suspect it’ll suck. It doesn’t have to suck. It’s possible that everything progress in a reasonable and orderly manner befitting a rational society of adults, it’s also possible that I’m a Chinese jet pilot.
Have fun and take notes if you have the inclination. We’ll be here waiting.
Glorious time, the Fall. Yeah, this year we get ShitShow season set for early November, already tired of political ads on TV.
“I’m. Going. Camping.
What? You though it was some other phrase? Surely you jest!”
e.g. “I’m. Going. SAILING”. And please don’t call me Shirley. Have fun, submit report, redact classified/embarrassing information.