But if there’s a quick bright side.

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It’s that it’s still a long weekend and that I get to see my real boss Tuesday, who I miss while she’s away for these two semesters.  Plus, a slew of other things. Are good.

Like that Baby is coming and we’re entering the ninth week of pregnancy now.  That’s the best news you’ll read on the whole internet. We go for the early ultrasound on the seventeenth. We’ll likely know if we’re carrying what runs in both families: TWINS.

In light of my impending fatherhood, I elect to stop being furious and taking the whole standing one’s ground a little too far.

My heart is light.

People on Facebook who don’t write anything.

Are creepy at best, when you unfriend them to find out that they like to read all about you and talk shit about your behind your back.  We’re related?  I don’t give a fuck.

Yes, if you have “friends” on Facebook and read it all the time without ever posting anything, you are creepy.  (Except my Mom, who can do whatever the fuck she wants, and no it’s not hypocritical to not find your Mom creepy.  SHE’S MY MOM!)

Okay, maybe I only mean like one person.

French press coffee: totally worth the effort.

Yes, I prefer French press coffee at home. Yes, it takes a little longer to make (unless you’re good at it, and for the record, I can have it made quicker than the last drip pot I owned), and yes, I do pay extra for locally roasted whole bean coffee. You know whose business it is? Mine. When I havent’ given anyone shit for the way they like their coffee (after all, I get coffee out a lot, and that’s not exactly French pressed) and in fact drink any coffee of any quality (camping, someone’s house, dive bars, etc.) that anyone offers me because I am in fact not a snob about coffee, I don’t deserve shit for the way I make mine. My choosing to make it a certain way when I’m at home is, again, my fucking business.

If someone thinks I’m stuck up because I make my coffee in a $12 thing I got at Ikea, maybe ya’ll have issues, not me. Seriously. When someone starts giving me shit just to give me shit when what they’re giving me shit about is not even a topic that’s come up, it’s textbook fucking projection or being a pain in the ass just to be one which is not nice and way meaner than anything I might say to defend myself. Does a French press evoke strong feelings? Too simple? Too French?  Unreal that I’m willing to pay more for the coffee I like because I don’t pay for other luxuries like cable, cars, etc.?

I don’t give anyone shit for the things they spend money on that I don’t, and everyone I know spends money on things I don’t spend money on which is not a fucking sin and none of my business.

I’m tired of people projecting their bullshit onto me. Fucking tired of it.

Got any Polish in you?

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Stop me if I’ve told this one before. My brother tells this joke, which must be asked of someone you are attracted to:

“Hey, do you have any Polish in in you?”

“No,” he or she will say.

“Want some?”

(We’re 1/4 Polish.)

Want something more intelligent?  Read this.

I don’t understand business law.

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Okay, I know we’re supposed to be the land of the free, home of the whatever. So we don’t like The Man in the form of The Government telling us what to do with our bodies (at least some of us don’t), our property, our money, our talents, etc. Yet some of us would invite regulation by The Man in the form of The Government to regulate business, health care, etc.

Some of these folks, myself included, might be chided for being hypocrites. After all, how can we call for The Man to stay out of our personal issues and bodies and then tell Big Business (perhaps another offshoot of The Man) what it can and cannot do?

Well, so far as I understand it, people are granted freedom in this country because of the notion that there is dignity in being a human, that humans are inherently free, the way that God/nature/chance made us. And, so far as I can tell, business, health care, etc. are human creations, not endowed with anything divine or any special dignity (which is not to say there is necessary indignity per se in business).

I think that being accused of hypocrisy when one votes for freedom for individuals and regulation for business (or The Man, by The Man) is hogwash, or rather, the hog’s dirty bath water.

I honestly don’t understand business and economic theory, but I assume there are other reasons for a lack of regulation on The Man that escape me. Some are probably even pretty good; I wouldn’t know. But to base the “free market” in any way on human freedom is ludicrous. You might as well give total freedom to any human-created entity. I could create a robot that got everyone hooked on coffee. We’d be fools to let it run wild (or would we, hee hee hee). Hell, maybe even the person who set my creation free is morally and legally responsible for everything it might do, no?

But, like I said, maybe folks have good reasons for believing in a free market? If you do, you’d do a service to your position by not being a jerk and getting your comment deleted. (And remember: Bloggers don’t have to share your beliefs. Nor do they have to publish them in comments, when you’re uncivil. If you’re that passionate about something, go start a blog about it.)

Pumpkin Spice Latte’.

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I know. Chain coffee is the devil. Etc. I’ll cop to visiting chains regularly, but I do hit the local joints when I can — which, with the amount of coffee I drink, is often. But I got birthday gifts in the form of giftcards, and well, hell, I love pumpkin spice. So there it is. I did decide to only use my giftcards for pumpkin spice stuff though. Those buggers are expensive.