There’s an abandoned warehouse where all the final shootouts take place . . . but why would you want to go to such a dangerous place?
If you want to go there then have at it.
Me, I’m going to the park.
Get my steps in . . .
by William D. Tucker
There’s an abandoned warehouse where all the final shootouts take place . . . but why would you want to go to such a dangerous place?
If you want to go there then have at it.
Me, I’m going to the park.
Get my steps in . . .
REMEMBER: MOTORCYCLE GANG MEMBERS CAN BE BLASTED OFF THEIR BIKES THEREBY ALLOWING YOU TO TOSS THEIR BODIES FOR GOLDS AND OTHER GOODS AS WELL AS EXPROPRIATE THEIR VEHICLE. HOWEVER, IF YOU TARGET THE GAS TANK THE ENSUING EXPLOSION MAY ALCHEMIZE THE BIKER INTO A ROAST TURKEY, A CHEESEBURGER, OR A STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE CAKE WHICH CAN RESTORE YOUR LIFEBAR.
Wait . . . did I leave my Genocyber DVD at the house?
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The control panel has all these lights that blink to indicate various emergencies, policy fuck-ups, supply chain breakages, logistical lacunae, crop failures, fuel shortages, ammo depletions, security failures, enemy onslaughts, strangely beautiful toilet geysers, cyber attacks crashing the grid from sea to shining sea, Mom and Dad are fighting, nuclear missiles outgoing, Climate Inferno melting vital infrastructure, the President falls asleep during a meeting with the Joint Chiefs, Category 10 hurricane making landfall, pandemics, nuclear missiles incoming, your roommate taped over the last episode of Moonlighting so now you’ll never know how it ended, personnel loss, intense bouts of loneliness, apocalyptic accounting errors, deleterious debts coming due, and ecstatic breakdowns of the system.
Usually, the lights blink on at a reasonable pace such that you can stay on top of things, fix each problem as it comes, some days are hairier than others, but, overall, you maintain operations, your mission endures, the show goes on, you handle shit.
But one day . . . ALL of the lights start blinking.
At that point . . . you just walk away.
Hell, if ALL of the lights are blinking you likely already left your post awhile ago . . .
No judgment if that’s the case.
I totally relate.
I’m watching a program about recent history
It’s all stuff I’ve lived through
I’m disappointed
Re-runs suck, but it’s something more than that
It’s really getting me down
I dunno why
I guess I thought it would have extra stuff
I’m bored and antsy and regretful over my wasted time
I’m about to find my anger
When I realize there was one crucial thing I learned from that program
Basically
Historians studied my era very carefully
And they gathered evidence
And they analyzed that evidence
And then they thought about their analysis
And then they had it all peer reviewed
Or something like that
And then they made the program
I just watched it
And the thing I learned was that usually when movies are made based on history the movies might be good or bad as entertainment, but they’re likely to get the uniforms wrong
Maybe not all the way wrong
But certain details get all fucked up
But in the case of my era
Well
The actual era got the uniforms wrong
And the movies got ‘em right
And the historians baffled at this, but could not explain it
And so my era expresses a certain mystery
And so I am stuck with a certain frustration
That I got this important thing wrong in the actual living of my era
And those bullshit cornball movies got it right
Not an easy thing to learn from a program
But it’s good to know
In case I ever film a historical re-enactment
Eating the little bag of chips early in the day . . . and then discovering that the sandwich is desperate to make a deal favorable to my terms in the evening because it has just been sitting out for hours and just wants to go home to the back of the refrigerator where it can properly complete its moldy life cycle.
Send a box of microwave breakfast foods through the drive thru line to order their fast food doppelgangers.
The axiomatic shopping cart being interviewed for an oral history of Toastmasters.
FOLLOWING THE SIGNING OF THE IRAN DEAL-WIDELY SEEN AS A HUMILIATING DEFEAT FOR THE UNITED STATES-PRESIDENT TRUMP IS FACING GROWING PRESSURE TO REGISTER AS A FOREIGN AGENT LOBBYING ON BEHALF OF THE ECONOMIC INTERESTS OF THE GOVERNMENT OF THE ISLAMIC REPUBLIC.
“I walked by the Beef Jerky store everyday. And every time I kept telling myself, I should stop in, but I got somewhere to be. Kept thinking I should go in there. But no I’m too busy. Never went in there. A lot of times I didn’t even have anywhere I absolutely had to be, just didn’t want the burden of having to keep the Beef Jerky store afloat. ‘Cause I buy plenty of Beef Jerky at the gas station. That should count for something. Like it’s the same product in different locations but the money all flows towards one pot, right? I’m sure that’s how it works. But for me the Beef Jerky is something that goes well with the gas station experience. When I’m hit with an all Beef Jerky deal . . . it just fills me with doubt. It causes me to question whether or not there’s danger in going with the All-Beef-Jerky-Approach. Like if I just spend all my money on Beef Jerky but then I can’t buy any gasoline. See, that can’t happen at the gas station, ‘cause I’ve got the two things right there, I can keep ‘em both in mind, and each in the correct proportion of headspace. If it’s all Beef Jerky in mind then the gas just gets crowded right out. Maybe they can’t sell gasoline inside the Beef Jerky store but maybe they could, like, have gas station decor as a theme. That might keep things in proportion. Maybe that could work.”