Wednesday, February 1, 2017

JUST ONE MORE ... stand (February 2017)


JUST ONE MORE ... stand.

It's as regular around here as turning the page of the calendar.  If it's a new month (and it is!), then it's time for a new challenge -- a challenge that somehow relates to my concept of embracing incremental change in order to empower folks (or just me) to stay positive and solution-focused in a day and age where problems often seem insurmountable, control often seems out of reach and apathy often seems to be running rampant.


Nowadays, there's a lot going on out there in the world ... and a lot of people with opinions ... and there's maybe even some fatigue setting in at the beginning of what may be a marathon of "staying woke".  Heck, I'm even starting to see a lot more whining about the people being accused of whining in the first place.  

This month, let's stay focused on not letting others "stand-shame" those who are speaking their minds, and let's rally for each of us to identify that in which we strongly believe and to communicate why we believe that way.

Take a stand how best fits you.  Call a representative.  Forward information others may find helpful.  March if it suits you.  Donate to those who are doing the hard work out on the frontlines.  Research.  Politely interact with others who may not have the same views as you do.  Or do something even bigger as circumstances allow and as inspiration dictates.  


Now is the time to take just one more ... stand.

Random Wordplay for Wednesday 2/1/17

Bannon-bot.

Used in a sentence:  "It seems like only two short weeks ago that I was seeking a nickname for the current (mostly part time) occupant of the people's house on Pennsylvania Avenue -- which makes complete sense seeing as how it *was* just a fortnight ago when I first settled on PresiDOLT Trump -- and now so soon after I have a competitor for most fitting nickname:  Bannon-bot."

From the record low approval rating (of any new President), I know that less than half of the people are likely sick of the badgering ... but to the majority who are still trying to process the current state of affairs, perhaps understanding the fact that it's Bannon who is really calling the shots can help them focus on fighting the true source of the country's ills.

And in the spirit of nursery rhymes being written for horrific circumstances (Ring Around the Rosey anyone?), here's my contribution as imagined as spoken by Trump ...

"I'm a little Bannon-bot
Short and not so sweet
Here are my tiny hands
Here is my weave
When I get all steamed up
I just tweet:
'Believe me ... bigly ... disaster ... worst ever ... overrated ... believe you me!'"

THE SOURCE OF TONIGHT'S CARTOON:
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2017/01/31/steve-bannon-take-note-nobody-puts-donny-in-the-corner.html

THE LAST TIME BANNON WAS IN CHARGE OF THE EARTH:
https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/the-strange-history-of-steve-bannon-and-the-biosphere-2-experiment

READ UP ON YOUR ACTUAL PRESIDENT PEOPLE!!:
https://www.bloomberg.com/politics/graphics/2015-steve-bannon/



Tuesday, January 31, 2017

2 0 8 4:M i s s i v e 12

Hello friends and family!

As I understand it, this message should reach you on the last day of the month of January of 2017 -- which is similar timing with regards to all the other notices that were appearing on my Facebook page for about a year before I got that text message instructing me to download the app that allowed me to step through the portal into 2084 on New Year's Eve.

My contact here, who is actually what's left of me -- or more accurately stated:  my contact here is WHAT is what's left of me, as I exist in 2084 as a collection of EQ, IQ and SQ files.  Prior to my arrival, I had a good sense of EQ and IQ, but the SQ was new to me.  I have come to learn that those initials represent my "soul quotient" -- or the digitilization of the intangible part of me.  Combined with my knowledge (IQ) and emotions (EQ), it is like I will be living forever -- assuming, of course, that my files do not get corrupted.

In another surprising development, I have learned that even though I entered the portal and I find myself in 2084, the Troy that was me back then still lives on in that era (and it is *his* social media to which I am connected in order to send back this communication -- but only on the last day of every month, because we it is then that we take advantage of a glitch in when the vitalnet backup happens, and only in short communiques to avoid being caught).  I have been told that the dual existence of Troys is "astral projection with a corporeal element" and that it is a development from the middle of the 21st century that revolutionized healthcare and disease management.  I am very eager to learn more about how that came to be, as soon as I can settle in.

For now, though, know that time here in 2084 moves more slowly, so although my messages are reaching you on a monthly basis, only days have actually passed since my arrival.  Based on where I was at the time of accessing the portal via the app, I arrived in the Florida Isles, which are a series of islands that are all that is left of that namesake state after the steady rise of the sea.  These islands are actually no longer a part of America ... or East America, seeing as how the USA is divided in two by the Bay of Mississippi.  Luckily, the Chapo-Escobar Cartel, which owns the islands, permits a refugee camp of IntransiGents to live in a beach community as they gather to plan the Fourth Uprising.

To that end, I have been given a new identity -- Ilion -- and I am awaiting word of an attempt to get me across the border.  Here's hoping my next missive to you, expected on the last day of the month next, will be sent from within East America.

Until then, I remain Troy in 2084 (now known as Ilion), hosted and brought to the future by t1a7n72.lif., communicating with you through the use of use of Troy in 2017's account.

Random TNT for Tuesday 1/31/17


TNT ... Chicago 5:

1  Peacemakers were supposed to be the blessed ones.  2  At least that's what she was always told growing up.

3  Although, obviously, securing an afterlife blessing wasn't Marta's only goal in talking Zar into going to her friend's New Year's Eve party despite knowing that his nemesis J would also be attending.  4  She really was sincerely hoping that reuniting them in the safety of a social setting with the assistance of a little bit of alcohol would be the key to recreating the camaraderie they once had as a group.

5  She missed those times.  6  They were easier.  7  They were more relaxing.  8  They were what she wanted to recapture.

9  Sadly, she was naive.  10  Genies don't go back in bottles.  11  Lightning doesn't strike twice.  12  The best days of your lives are fleeting at best.

13  She also clearly overshot the concept of using just "a little bit" of alcohol as a social lubricant.  14  And she had no grasp of timing.

15  Worst of all, she had no beer pong skills -- and even worse shot pong skills.  16  So when she and Zar passed the time before midnight by ending up on one end of a long kitchen island in her friend's fancy Chicago apartment tasked with tossing tiny plastic balls at even tinier plastic cups, she and Zar were headed for certain trouble.

17  Too many shots in too short a time and too big a crowd gathered around to cheer on their opponents who were annihilating them led to Zar seeing J for the first time in about a year in a less than ideal situation.

18  She knew that Zar could get a little dramatic at times, but she wasn't expecting him to throw multiple tiny balls and tiny cups directly at J, whose only crime at the time had been laughing at the mismatched game playing out.  19 She didn't appreciate the depths of Zar's pain at J's betrayal ... and she most certainly didn't anticipate that Zar would project all of it on to her once he figured out that she knew that J would be at that party.

20  Marta found out quickly enough, seeing as how Zar gave her the coldest of shoulders in the screaming match that ensued.  21  Plus being on the other side of the bathroom door when he locked himself in was a clear sign too that he was no longer considering her to be on his team -- in more ways than just the disastrous pairing of shot pong.

22  She knew that Zar could say the meanest things when he was that wasted, and so she watched from a distance as his way too pregnant sister entered the periphery of the party and claimed him from the locked bathroom.  23  She avoided eye contact and watched in her own personal silence as they hurried out the door.

24  As silently as the scene played out in her mind, she was actually surrounded by cacophony -- seeing as how the gathering was climaxing in the countdown.  25  The new year for her was far from starting out in a good place -- for the place she was in as the revelers let out the loudest cheer of the night was at the window, peeking from behind the curtain as Zar and his sister Maria lingered at the curb outside.

26  She couldn't quite figure out why their departure was taking so long, and she secretly hoped that maybe Maria was talking sense into Zar and that he would come back in to the party and that all would be forgiven -- even if only towards her and not necessarily for the sins of J.

27  In the end, she had to quickly give up on that fantasy when she witnessed Zar puking curbside.  28  Grossed out, she turned away ... and so she had no idea of what was really happening on the back seat of the car regarding the arrival of baby Gabriella.  29  Instead, she decided that the only thing she could do was to find J and to explain the evening's turn of events to him.

30  If she had anything to say about it, she wasn't about to lose two friends in one fell swoop.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Random Memorial for Monday 1/30/17

Gone but not forgotten:  having to wait until noon to buy alcohol on Sunday mornings in the FTL grocery stores.

Mind you -- rare was the Sunday morning where anyone in the house just *had* to have alcohol stat -- but there was the occasional shopping trip that might have started before noon with beer on the list that simply couldn't be bought in the past.

Now the local government has decided to lift the ban -- one of the last "blue laws" in the state apparently -- many many years after having already permitted restaurants and hotels to do what they'd like for the brunch crowds.

There's still a statewide battle brewing over whether those same grocery stores can start selling the hard stuff in the aisles (currently, they have to have a separate storefront to sell things other than beer and mixes).  More about that after we see how it plays out ...

Those times I was told at the Publix that I couldn't take home Guinness on Sunday mornings at 10am ... you will NOT be missed!

NO MORE WAITING TIL NOON TO BUY ALCOHOL AT THE PUBLIX:
http://www.sun-sentinel.com/local/broward/fort-lauderdale/fl-lauderdale-sunday-morning-alcohol-sales-20160908-story.html

SPEAKING OF DUMB LAWS IN FLORIDA:
http://www.dumblaws.com/laws/united-states/florida

THE NEXT LIQUOR BATTLE IS STILL TO COME:
http://www.sun-sentinel.com/opinion/editorials/fl-editorial-liquor-regulations-20170127-story.html

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 1/29/17

What southern Florida is talking about this week:

The million dollar pitbull.

And no, I am not referring to our two boys ('cause, after all, let's face it -- Casanova James and Ozzie [Octavius] Julius are priceless.)

This Pitbull is the bigger one of the two in the accompanying photo ... and the thing that has tongues a-wagging is the deal he got from the other guy in the picture who used to be the head of a state tourism agency called, accurately enough, "Visit Florida".

It turns out one million dollars is the going price for two social media posts a month and one video highlighting how we've got "sexy beaches" down here where we live, plus a few other commitments now known because the contract that was supposed to be a trade secret was released to the public.

Which I guess is all the long way to say ... our two pitbulls ALSO have a social media presence and they ALSO star in videos on their page every now and then AND they are available to help promote Florida for a *fraction* of the cost of Mr. 305.  Just sayin' ... cal me!?!

BETCHA THE ESTEFANS WOULD HAVE DONE IT FOR FREE:
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2016/12/16/florida-governor-calls-resignation-after-1-million-pitbull-contract/95533504/

THE MILLION DOLLAR VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOUQ3kfxEaQ

THE PITBULLS TO REPLACE PITBULL:
https://www.facebook.com/thecasanovajames/?ref=page_internal

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Random Soapbox for Saturday 1/28/17

I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...

... the government shouldn't be in the business of fooling its citizens.

And to those of you who have tired of the ongoing negativity against PresiDOLT Trump, I should probably state up front that this is NOT a commentary on things happening on the national front (although I DO have opinions about that [of course] so stop back on Wednesday to hear them ...)

My complaint this time is local ... VERY local.  Specifically, my issue is with these two public trash cans and truck number 6756 that emptied them on a recent Tuesday afternoon between 1:30 and 2 on 13th street when I was on my lunch walk.  (It's about the DETAILS, people.)

In case you can't tell, the one with the blue cover is for cans and bottles only, and it's in that universal color blue that implies "the items placed in this container will be recycled".  It's about being a decent citizen, and about having some small influence on the catastrophe-to-be that is the after-effect of America's disposable approach to consumer goods.

Which is why, when the trash truck pulled up, and I observed the worker empty the cans ... one after the other ... into the SAME space in the back of the vehicle ... I was basically Dorothy learning the truth about the Wizard (so to speak).  All I could think of was how dozens and dozens of my empty Coke Zero bottles that I *thought* were getting a modern respectable final resting place were clogging the landfills due to the deception of those in whom the citizenry puts their trust.

The trash emperors have no damn clothes on, people ... you heard it here first.

THE *OFFICIAL* LOCAL GOVERNMENTAL PLAN (DESPITE WHAT I SAW):
http://gyr.fortlauderdale.gov/greener-government/recycling-waste-reduction

TURNS OUT IT'S BLUE BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKE BLUE:
http://www.greenmagonline.com/blue-top-color-for-recycling-containers/

SO ... MAYBE WE'RE DOING IT ALL WRONG ANYWAY:
https://www.wired.com/2015/08/listen-america-need-learn-recycle/