Saturday, December 15, 2018
Down. Forward. Up. PULL. Repeat.
What makes Christmas presents happen, bigly?
This. Since ever.
Currently, the timekeeper is pounding out "Battle Speed!"
But so is the Paymaster.
Practicing capitalism the fun way is never having to say "insufficient funds".
And I'm frankly too busy to go panning through tons of the daily gravel of life for a paltry few gold flakes of outrage. Life's too short for that, anyways. Go play in the snow, walk in the woods, spend some time in an art museum, catch a flick, or work your way through the DVD pile or the stack of to-be-read books. Charge up your spiritual batteries with friends and family. You're gonna need that, as long as you're on this side of the grass.
FWIW, I think you're all getting a Christmas Season of relative nothingburgers, because come January, when the would-be generals of the Free Shit Army take over half of Congress, things are going to get non-stop crappy, in ways beyond counting. At least on the Idiot Box, if not so much in real life.
And then the season of outrage nuggets will be upon us, just laying on the ground ripe for the taking.
Just a hunch.
We'll soon see about that IRL.
Enjoy the holidays as much as you can.
The really bleak part of winter will be upon us soon, with nothing to look forward to after that but Spring.
Take a thought to your long-term plans, and take a personal inventory of the places where you're relying more on wishful thinking and not so much on actually having.
Nobody's strong always and everywhere. If you're feeling cranky, go drill some holes in paper targets. Or save a few bucks, get some snap caps, and do a few hundred rounds of dry firing every week. Or day. It only costs time. Or find that thin spot in your just-in-case lists, and fatten it up a layer or two, while it isn't critical nor expensive. Especially if that involves getting rid of a layer or two of winter fat around your middle. Humans are one species where it's always better to store your winter fat in the pantry, rather than in the pants.
Life's pop quizzes are coming.
Strong, skinny people are always harder to kill.