I could get around a lot quicker if my stoplights were always green.

Is there somebody I can talk to in traffic control about this?

Maybe a transmitter I can mount to my windshield?

🚦🤔 📡 #trafficnews

#meanwhile

I’m going to speaking at the Geneva Open tonight. You should come if you got nothing going on. Yeah, it’s been snowing but are we mice or men? Or women? I’m too old to keep up with any other 2019 genders.

In any account, this is an open meeting so that means that public folk are welcome. No, you won’t have to talk or say anything.

8pm at the United Methodist Church on Hamilton and 2nd in Geneva.

#lettherebehope #alcoholism

#photos #cats #napsarespiritual

Today’s brunch:
— petite kaiser rolls
— black bean burgers
— over medium eggs
— sharp cheddar cheese
— cantina style salsa
— salt and pepper

I’m mostly burnt out on tater tots. 😊

#photos #breakfast

In more local weather news, this is as far as I’ve got in life today … ❄️❄️❄️🐾

#photos #weather #snowdays

Ask any diehard Bears fan to watch a Packers’ game. They might amuse you and watch and listen but inside they’ll be uneasy and resistant. And then next Sunday the TV will have players on Solider Field. Because Bears fan.

“People don’t change” has become one of my personal mantras for the last few years. A scorpion is a scorpion and a dog that bites will sink its teeth. That bomb will blow up. And alcoholics will drink.

People will continue to be who they are until their California falls into the Pacific by way of San Andrés. And it won’t be just because of the earthquake. It’ll be because the aftershocks rattled them for months on end afterward. Every day. Ten miles deep.

I don’t really see this personal mantra as pessimistic. My seismograph is valid. For better or worse people are humans and we’re all designed to fail. That’s the biology in the pudding. The good news is that the Cosmic Spirit or the Holy Ghost or God or Ditka or whoever you pray to can fundamentally change who we are. At the atomic level. But only after we’re broken.

But I don’t want to talk about the cosmos making us better people. I want to talk about another well accepted mantra. The one about “expectations” being bad. I don’t buy that any more than I buy that everything is an illusion. Expectations are indifferent on their own. Just like outcomes and assumptions.

My point is that if I expect somebody to be any different than they are, that’s a loss. If I expect somebody to be exactly who they are, that’s a win.

It’s my job to manage expectations in ways that make sense. Dynamite is for big holes kinda thing. I’m not an ace at this by any means being more of an emotional firecracker, but knowing which road to take is still a good thing to write down when I’m not sure.

And then the magic of expectations is really the things in life that I don’t expect to happen. The things without seismometer blips.

The sudden sunshine after a Thursday thunderstorm. A favorite can of soda forgotten and found. A four leaf clover on February 14th. Alanis Morissette on the radio after a shit day at work.

Those are the phenomenons worth paying attention to. The miracles and blessings that I never knew were coming. Those open my eyes to a way of seeing the universe like I hadn’t before. To a way that I didn’t even know that I didn’t know about.

To tie it all together with a hopeful plaid bow, let people surprise you with their change. It’s not our job to manage that. It’s theirs.

And then thank Horace Walpole.

#advancedsoul

First the aliens were out doing crop circles and now I come home to this: they’ve vandalized my cul-de-sac.

I guess Mulder was right when he said, one of the luxuries of hunting down aliens and genetic mutants is that you rarely get to press charges.

👽🚨👽 #photos #aliens #xfiles

Being a dork web developer who:

• loves code
• is forced to use WordPress to manage a client’s hideous content
• because the client sends me mangled rich-text emails
• loves the WP theme devs who hard-code sort columns and orders in their PHP

Well, I guess all of that combined makes me want to punch myself in the face.

#devhell

See also:

“I have a request for our fans. If any of you in any way hate homosexuals, people of different color, or women, please do this one favor for us — leave us the fuck alone! Don’t come to our shows and don’t buy our records.”
—Kurt Cobain

While I’m here, I might suggest you watch this ten minute video of Jackson Pollock. He’s one of the few heroes of mine who I could actually pull of his hair style. The cigarette dangling out of his mouth is most appealing.

And finally, as a note, if you jump off the deep end I’m probably not going to follow you.

#advancedsoul

Dammit, the number’s been disconnected.

#photos #missedconnections