Summertime Blues (Rockin' like The Who)

Hey! It’s summertime. We’re all on vacation at times. In my case, this coincided with horrible, recurring computer problems, thanks to a troll-induced virus from a while back. I turned the hardware of HAL-9000 Mk. II over to a specialist, and headed out in my new, custom Chevy Astro van.

My hunting trip was unsuccessful in that I don’t shoot animals of the four-legged variety for sport or trophies. I don’t think my delicate sensitivities could endure a deer’s head staring at me from the wall of the Possum Den with those glassy eyes. I’d start talking to the thing, apologizing, and descend into further madness.

On the other hand, as a shakedown voyage, the van was wonderful. The 4.3 liter V-6 is a cut-down version of the 400 hp Chevy 350 that powered my Corvette, and for a box in wheels, the thing is pretty darn quick.

So, I come home quickly to a refurbished computer and too much news to handle. A terrifying home-invasion murder in Connecticut stands out, and bridges collapsing in Minnesota are the stories du jour.

Regarding the former, I have to join those who are asking “What were they thinking? Why were these guys out of prison?”

The latter story is still developing.

Upon checking the blog and the super-secret blog-tracker technology, I find a comment from a ScrappleFace™ troll who insists:
(a) I only write boring, unreadable stuff here; things about cigarette smoking; and
(b) because I have nothing relevant or significant to say by progressive standards, my modest blog remains unread.

This sort of begs the question: why are you still reading, much less bold enough to post a comment and reveal this fact to me?

Truth be told, I do not crave legions of sycophants. I need an opposition viewpoint to tell me when I’m straying into madness and fanaticism. Even though I wander into references that are beyond PG-13, there’s a zero-tolerance policy in effect. Just say it within boundaries, and everything gets published. The proof of this maxim lies in the commentary section of my last post; glad you’re still reading, Liger. I suspected as much. Remember, page visits are tracked. Not to deter, but my anal-retentive self likes to keep count. Keep it family-friendly, and keep those visits coming.

So much happens so fast. The fact that I have difficulty keeping up with the news is a sign of incipient middle old age. I’ll attribute premature senile dementia to over-use of drugs and alcohol. No shyness or BS here; Danny Bonaduce is in my hero-hall-of-fame.

I’ll try to be a bit more relevant to current events in a while. For now, I’m back from vacation, and licking my reptilian lips in anticipation. Bring it on!