Month: August 2025

Average Tuesday

I thought I lost the adapter for my Mac. Another byproduct of moving is misplacing the smallest things that I intentionally set aside because they’re some of the most frustrating missing pieces. The MacBook Pro I have from however many years ago requires an adapter if I want to use the mouse (a Logitech M510) I like most. Without the adapter. No mouse. With adapter, I’m able to reach for and use mouse. However, the mouse has a USB plug, it is not Bluetooth or any other kinda wacky wireless. So if I leave the plug in the adapter and misplace the adapter it doesn’t matter if I order one from Amazon 20 hours ago, I still can’t plug the plug that’s missing. Finally, I had one last thought. Think more you silly human, it’s not like this dwelling is very big so where the fuck could it really be hiding? I’ve half set up an office space where I have a desk-type surface, a half assembled monitor and a printer – and guess what? The printer has been used since it got unpacked which means it had to use the same adapter as the fucking mouse. Problem solved. Laziness exposed.

While in the frustration zone, I went to the Logitech website thinking, fuck it, I’ll order a whole new mouse. Not what I wanna do but I went there anyway. On the website, I got the pop up asking for my email so I could get that whatever percent off. Sure, I signed up, why I do this, I do not know. At that point I decided to get away from the computer and do a few non digital things like dump the dehumidifiers in the basement and consider the dusty, linty, insulation bits on my way back up the stairs.

When I sat back down at this little table without a view, I looked at email and decided to find the unsubscribe link on the Logitech spam. That’s why I realized, 18 minutes into this hour of 10 AM, yet another broken website. How little do people have to care to let this be a page someone sees on the web?

Something Went Wrong. Ya think?

Something went wrong. please try again later.
Sure looks like something went wrong

I can even venture to guess how this happened based on the text case (lower case) where it says ‘please try again later’. Let’s just say the person who did it was doing their best to fulfill the user story: as a user, I want to see an error page so I know something went wrong.

It’s almost the end of 2025 and I fear for humanity as a species but the issue isn’t that we’re going to go extinct anytime soon. The issue is that we’re going to get even dumber than we are now way before we get close to gone which is the most horrifying part of all of this.

Back to the adapter for a sec. I am disappointed in myself for not looking a little harder, for spending money and Amazoning, for being the thing that’s contributing to everything else. What I can say is that I won’t do this again anytime soon. It’s not every day ya move across about 3,000 miles of massive country with a cat.

So while I will take responsibility for my end of this, I will keep my shiny new adapter and keep organizing this house. Grateful for the luxury of all of this. None of this is complaining and if it sounds that way, I guess that’s why this is a blog and not some post on some antisocial thing.

Validation for the experience isn’t my version of meaningful. I’m too tired for that shit.

We’ve entered a zone

What’s it called when everything is pretty constantly fucked up. Twilight Zone. Fucked Up Zone. Too simple. Too easy. Nothing describes this.

Software that doesn’t work while people who can make it work are wrestling with other software just to customize the 147th version of a fucking resume. Sounds like that company that put my name on a RIF list. Fraudulent, coasting on its market capture because the alternative sucks and it’s too hard to change. It’s called The Rot Economy for these very reasons. There are humans behind the rottenness. The big names and the ones that will always be less well known. Poor bastards probably want to be invited to places that have buy in price tags. That’s just bribery. Funny they said they wanted to make it like it used to be when they treated people decently. I guess they forgot about everyone else after a while.

Fuck all the way off Randall Lipps cuz you’re the reason I’m in this situation. Am I bitter. At this point, yes. And fuck you if you can’t understand why. Fucking Randy should simply drop the cash in a bank account for me, do something decent for someone else you greedy, whiny, weak ass, dough boy mother fucker.

There’s no place like it

Maybe just think it

Don’t say welcome home to me

My home is not here

There’s no place like it. At least that’s what the movie line says. Click the heels of the bedazzled Mary Jane’s together and say it with conviction: there’s no place like home. When you open your eyes what are you supposed to see? According to the script that’s when you see the family who loves you so much that they know when you’re home.

That family never says welcome home because they know it’s meaningless and patronizing. Or worse, it’s actually a way of claiming a space, making it clear you’re now in their version of home so play nicely with the others, please and thank you.

I don’t have to play at all but I’ll play along with the people in the first circle of polite chit chat. If I get to the fifth layer, I’ll reconsider even though at that point it’ll likely be way too late.

For now I’ll smile enough to make the lie mostly believable but I’ll always wonder why people have to make themselves feel better instead of acknowledging that the person they’re talking to just might feel differently.

As for me, yes I’m talking about the condescension, the tribalism and the judgement. I’ve always felt that but never more so than here with most of the people. Different groups with different rules but mostly it’s me. It’s my issue. I feel groundless. I

‘m the one who’s never found a way to be comfortable fitting in with the fake hippie or being in the insect-ridden summer while everyone else looks at me like I generated those welts on my skin, because they didn’t see any mosquitos.

Yep. I’m sitting in this latitude conjuring the mosquitoes. Nope. I don’t want to sit outside in the grass.