world gone mad

good weekend. productive anyways. visited a friend on friday to see he has made some good progress with a recent injury that will set him back a few months. saturday was a lot of errands and chores, but it was all done as a family and culminated with steaks on the grill and ultimately a smoke on the front porch. sunday brought church and some yardwork before sunday dinner, an italian feast. home for a run with time to kiss daughter goodnight. and here we are.

but that's my little, happy sphere. elsewhere there are real problems and people dying over them. angry segue. holy shit, my wife's brother in law is a 24-karat jackass. a chauvinist at best. but he takes good care of his kids, so what do you do? i come to learn today that he had NO clue about the beheading. wtf? do i chalk this up to him having NO clue about current events or being beyond self-centered? both i fear.

angrier segue. FUCK CICADAS. and by CICADAS, I mean the jackskulled fucksocket simpleton lemmings spread throughout the tristate that can be manipulated so easily by the media. and by CICADAS, I also mean the fucking industry that has sprung up to capitalize on the media's need for a story and the public getting hooked like a fucking fish.

i lived through it 17 years ago. and while my memory is certainly a bit foggy due to age, booze/drugs and my own tendency to revise bad past and repress, er, smooth it over to make it nice...i do not recall the world ending or the sky falling. yet everyone is freaking out. its one of the plagues really. we're all sinners anyway, God's letting us have it. or not.

relax people, we have much more serious shit to deal with here other than a lot of bugs crawling around for a few weeks. but i do enjoy seeing all of the "mummy sticks" around town. everyone is wrapping their baby trees and bushes in preparation for the fleecing the bugs are supposed to give trees and bushes. so someone is cleaning the fuck up on selling miles of netting, cheescloth, and anything else that works to cover their trees. the end result is some lame modern art. note to self: call friend at museum and harass her about wrapping the whole contemporary art center in cicada netting. make the building noteworthy art once again. the building gets more ink than the exhibits inside it. oy.