Author: robertjames1971

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Apology Letter

I just heard that Sidney Powell (remember her?) has plead guilty in her Georgia election subversion case.

Here’s the CNN article.

Allow me to quote a portion of the story:

Fulton County prosecutors are recommending a sentence of six years probation. Powell will also be required to testify at future trials and write an apology letter to the citizens of Georgia.

By Marshall Cohen

Right then, let’s make this clear. What we’re saying here is that the penalty for trying to overthrow a presidential election is having to write an apology letter. Let me read it again…

Yup, six years probation, meaning no jail time, having to testify at future trials, which she would have been subpoenaed for anyway, and having to write an apology letter to the citizens of Georgia.

Yup, I think that’s what the article is saying. Rig a presidential election… write an apology letter. I’m sure it’s going to be utterly heartfelt and sincere, right?

Right?

Success

Daily writing prompt
When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?
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There are many types of success. I have one particular example in mind. There’s the success Steve Jobs had. He was massively successful as both a business man and in revenge. No. really. Think about it. He started Apple with two other guys. Built it up to be a major player in tech and then the company kicked him to the curb. What did he do? He started a competitor, watched in delight as Apple nearly destroyed itself, then when they were about to go under he came back and turned them into one of the biggest companies on Earth. That’s professional revenge at it’s finest. It’s not what I am going for in this post though.

How about Miss Swift? Her music makes me nauseous, but some how she has managed to become a galaxy sized success in an industry that literally does not exist anymore. The music business ate itself through stupidity and short sightedness and yet somehow she still remains as a giant standing above the ruins. How? Why? What does it all mean? It’s success on an unbelievable scale but it’s not what I am going for in this post.

Nope, the success I am thinking of is my parents. 55 years. My parents were happily married for 55 years. Yes, the last few were brutally difficult as my mother’s dementia progressed, but when she passed away in February they had been married for a smidge over 55.5 years. I call that success. That’s the kind of success I would like to have in my life, though if Jen and I are going to make it to 55 years I will be 93 years old so… yeah, not likely. Still, it’s a lovely goal, isn’t it?

So there you have it. When I think of success, this is what I think of. My parents’ marriage. May we all be so lucky.

Super Frustrating Day

Ugh, what a day.

The two hour drive to work made me half an hour late so I stayed an extra half an hour to make up for it. That got me on the road a little after 6:00pm. The drive home took an hour and 15 minutes. That’s not uncommon, but on top of the two hours and 10 minutes this morning was just painful. Sitting there stopped in traffic on route 93 North at 7:00pm? What the fuck.

That, on top of my beloved dad rock cover band officially coming apart today just made a suck day suck more.

Here’s some rehearsal recordings from a few tapes I made over the years. I’ve posted this playlist before, probably a few times. I don’t care. The three of us who remain in the band are going to start over from scratch. New singer, new songs, new name. All of that. I guess I am just feeling a little overwhelmed by stupid shit tonight.

Again I say, ugh.

Today’s Photo a Day

Nothing special today. I had to crank one out before dawn this morning because I knew it would be harder to get this done due to having to go into the office.

48/365
48/365

Here’s a bonus that I put a black and white filter on for some unknowable reason.

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End of an Era

When was it, two days ago? The Daily Prompt asked about things you were hoping to do for the first time and I (slightly sarcastically) said I was hoping for the first post-pandemic band practice with all four band members present?

We had something on the books for tomorrow (Thursday) night but I was nervous because our facebook messenger chat had been silent. I sent out a message, are we still on? The drummer and the bass player responded. The three of us have been able to get together to play a few times since lock downs started easing up. It was our singer who was never able to join us.

Well, our singer responded to the chat today and told us that he’s sorry but he feels it’s time to leave the band. I don’t think any of us are surprised, but we’re all a little disappointed. He’s good people and playing music with him, and just hanging around with him was always good fun. I am going to miss it all.

Now we have to start looking for a new singer. I’m not looking forward to the search, but I am looking forward to the end result. Does that make sense?

Thanks for the good times, Greg. It’s been a pleasure.

(Not Quite) Daily Haiku for You #59

As is often the case, a bad morning commute can resonate with me for hours and hours. I just can’t get past the annoyance. Hence today’s morning commute haiku which follows so closely after another post bitching about the morning commute.

Sorry.

Why did I listen
To the stupid GPS?
Time lost for all time.

Two Hours and 10 Minutes

The distance between my home and my office building is 40 miles.

The drive to work today took two hours and 10 minutes.

Un-friggin’-believable.

I followed the traffic avoidance route generated by the Waze app. I feel I may have been in err, as it turned out.

Anyway, here is the house I am going to buy when we hit the gajillion dollar lottery some day. It’s near Minuteman National Park in Concord, MA.