Hey y’all. Just a few quick thoughts on a few things of minor importance depending on your particular view of things.
My brother and his family left this morning and are bringing my little buddy Roscoe. I’m very, very nervous. Because what if he hates living here? I’m taking him from playmates and a family and I’ve never really gotten over putting Stella through the move that ultimately just made her kind of give in to her old age once and for all. The guilt is terrible. And I have this weird thing about animals — I’ve always liked them more than most people and I can’t stand if they suffer because of the selfishness and stupidity of people. It just kills me. So, what if he’s a sad little guy being here because he won’t have a yard and other dogs to pal around with? Stressing…
That’s really all that’s on my mind except I need to get haulin’ so I can leave work early and get back and finish vacuuming and make sure I have food dishes and other things for little man. Why does excitement feel so much like worry?
So, Jay Carney stepped down. And so did VA Secretary Shinseki. As Allahpundit hilariously put it: “Today is the day Obama settles all family business.”
Fairly fascinating look at some of that image promotion stuff I talk about frequently. I mean, if you had no prior knowledge of either man, who would you think did a better job? Because you’d be wrong. And I’m not 100% sure but I think people ultimately figure out the real quality of work versus the glowing terms and flashy images mediocrity is sometimes portrayed as. Helps to have people willing to help sell you I guess. But the truth does out eventually. I believe that.
Cried a little bit watching his reaction. I wish more people had that kind of heart. Hell, I wish I had that kind of heart.
Oh come on man, people hate me to my face — even people who I thought at one time were friends — and I don’t believe I would ever compare how that makes me feel to being bloodied on a battlefield. Although maybe I have…I’ll have to go back and look. And if I did, I’m ashamed. Anyway, the woman lives in a bubble of privilege and likely always will. So, fine. She can exist there. There’s no problem with that. And if she wants to invite me over to go hang out on the yacht or whatever, I might take advantage. One thing I’ve noticed about folks like her though is that they tend to whine about the negative stuff but not really express a lot of praise for other people. They also hardly ever say thank you. It’s as if the adoration is expected and so there’s no need to say thanks for what is — obviously — just the natural order of things. But there’s a rule if you’re going to promote yourself and what you do so flamboyantly in the public eye: try not to be an asshole and don’t read the comments. Just be who you are. You’ll always have your fans to keep you warm. Like the guy who wrote this piece defending her. Except…is it really defending someone to say, “God knows I would expect to be hated daily if I invented GOOP.”?
Okay, that’s all I’ve got y’all. Wish me luck with my new kid. Hopefully this is the first in some positive changes in my life because the last year has been like walking through some kind of dream where everything went kind of haywire. I know that some good things happened — and the results of those good things may not have come to fruition yet — but man…things have been a little rough. At least now I’ll have a buddy to hang around with and love on. It’ll be good practice for when I actually start letting the right people back into my life.