Just to clarify, I do not feel at all dissatisfied with how I spent my extra day off; I did not do anything that I did not want to. It was indeed restful for me to move at my own pace, without anything else to worry about.
...but while it was restful, I didn't really rest yesterday. Which is probably why I, after putting the last post up, went back to bed and slept until 3 PM. And now I feel fairly well-rested.
To be fair, I did not sleep at all well last night, thanks to various joints of my left arm; but I am a little embarassed to say that 3 PM on a day off is not at all atypical for either me or Mrs. Fungus.
Only a little, though. We are responsible citizens who work for our money and pay our bills.
Anyway, it's raining, and I can hear the rumble of thunder over the fan, and pretty soon it'll be time to make dinner.
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Someone left a six-pack of Coke Zero hanging from our doorknob. I don't know why, but I was a little reluctant to do anything with it, out of sheer paranoia, until I realized that Joe had probably brought it over and tried to get my attention, but we were sacking it in and didn't hear the doorbell. I'll probably go visit him later this evening and ask about it.
Gee, I hope they're not moving or anything.
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Baltimore is still a shithole. The city government responded to the businesses who threatened not to pay their taxes by flooding the neighborhood in question with police.
New York City, under Rudy Giuliani, showed how to get crime under control: enforce the law, all of it, and put people in jail for breaking it. Cities like Baltimore have done the exact opposite, instead deciding not to enforce "minor" crimes like shoplifting, and to stop requiring bail to be released from custody while awaiting trial. Predictably (at least if you're not a democrat) crime has skyrocketed in the places that are doing these things.
You know, it has been very common (over the past couple of decades) for the right wing to ascribe to incompetence what should not be ascribed to malice; but even the most steadfast adherent of Napoleon's maxim has to be furrowing his brows and thinking, "No one can be that fucking incompetent."
I mean, they can be--fourth generation red-diaper babies, here--but it just seems so unlikely that the incompetence could be wholesale.
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Woke up from a crazy-ass dream that I was--for some reason--at a bordello, with this big galoot of a guy who was a friend of mine. Anyway he was surprised that the owner (whose nickname I, sadly, have forgotten) was a woman, and in her amusement at being identified she gave him a freebie: pick a room, pick a girl, go to town! I was at loose ends, so I wandered over into the studio, and started talking to one girl who was working on drawing manga. Apparently some of the employees of this particular brothel were manga artists, and this one worked on "Kumo", a title I really like, apparently, despite the fact that it does not actually exist. (The "Kumo" manga was a variation on WataMote, but it was not that title; nor was it the manga about the guy who gets reincarnated as giant spider.) Anyway, I was telling the artist how much I liked it, and that's about where I woke up.
I was going to try to figure it out, but there's probably no reasonable explanation that does not call my sanity into question.
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Guess I'd better rustle up some grub.