Powderhorn

Like, I don't really enjoy airing all of my dirty laundry on here, but when I heard the idling diesel of a pickup parked against me at 9 p.m. for 10 minutes, I sort of knew what was coming.

It's an industrial zone, so tractors at that hour are unremarkable. Pickups, on the other hand ...

They finally headed north and clearly made a U-turn, because next thing I knew, I was hit. Now, you don't want to confront people in Texas. If they're willing to drive into you, guessing at their armaments is folly.

Something needs to be accelerated here. I've now been attacked. I didn't have that on my bingo card for the week, but that's pretty much everything. Musk killing the administrative state sucks, but this is not currently my main concern.

Sorry to beat the same drum in a short amount of time, but this is where thinking Biden wasn't doing enough has led. Perfect being the enemy of the good and all. Explicit calls for ethnic cleansing were at least not on the table with the last administration.

Remember how everyone was grousing that Harris wasn't tough enough about Israel's genocide? Well, you reap what you sow. Trump's fine with full extermination, and how anyone didn't see this coming is ... um, interesting.

For our stateside friends, a 20C delta is 36F. This is an order of magnitude beyond the less-aggressive Paris goals for the world as a whole.

If you've spent any time in Jackson or Josephine counties, the notion of Grants Pass being a small town is amusing. Still, this is apparently where the fight over human dignity is going to be fought.

No, but thanks for asking. The rabbit hole still goes far further.

Ghostarchive is apparently blocked from The Atlantic, and other archive options aren't friendly to VPNs, so I'm afraid I can't provide an archive link.

This is going to be interesting to watch unfold.

I'm not here to whinge about the sorts of things depressed people do. Yeah, life sucks, and for my generation, we learned that from The Princess Bride.

But a week into this hell, I find myself unable to identify what a light at the end the the tunnel would even look like, and whether there's any way to distinguish it from a train.

I know many of you have it worse than I do, and I'm not trying to suggest otherwise. My job no longer exists. That's small potatoes against fearing for your life. But this is one battle too many. I'm using short, declarative sentences.

I called my mom today, and it came up that I have no active plans, but I'd not so much complain about not waking up tomorrow. I'm just exhausted. Things have been going backward for 20-plus years, and we were able to paper over it for about three.

What hope is there? I did a coding bootcamp in 2021 because I had nothing official on my resume, and JS was going to be easy. So. Writing is worthless. Editing is worthless. Fact-checking is worthless. Print design is worthless. Navigating data when it's not in your job description is worthless. And god forbid you attempt to code without your handlers' approval.

I don't see what comes next.

I had very low hopes for this, and it was orders of magnitude worse. I guess there's some device that becomes relevant for the climactic scene, but who cares? I don't even know who the audience is for this, because anyone into Star Trek isn't gong to see much here to work with, and anyone not will be put off by the branding.

The mind boggles with the sheer absurdity of this administration, and it's not poised to improve. Be safe, y'all!