Captain’s Log 5,625
There is some significant fallout from the actions taken by the White Hat Guys the other day. Some folks have their knickers quite knotted over this, and I have received several phone calls that included someone screaming into the phone. Words like “pathetic” and “loser” are being used a liberally as garlic in Italian cooking. I knew it would be bad, but nobody anticipated it would be THIS bad. I have been subjected to tirades now for about 90 minutes over the last two days.
Amazing what pours forth from the mouths of people who claim to love you. Amazing. And I wasn’t even involved in the decision to make these changes. I merely said I would walk away rather than tolerate collusion or serious ethical complications that would compromise my own credibility. Nothing wrong with that. But because cowards have no BALLS to face the true objects of their anger, they pick on the one who remains calm in a sea of discord. I know it’s all misplaced anger. Projection. All that pysch mumbo jumbo stuff. I know that. It still doesn’t make it right, but it provides a way for me to float above this nonsense. I am going to Google images for “floating above nonsense” and post something.
And there you have it. A woodcut of an sheep with enormous eyes. That’s exactly what I was thinking! Hilarious!
I intend to spend the rest of the day floating above nonsense. I got up early and realized I had smeared some chocolate into my new sofa cushions. At first glance, I thought an errant thief had come in during the night and smeared poo all over the place. Then I realized that I myself had slept on that sofa all night to beat the heat. If the offending matter was indeed poo………then I was to blame. A quick check of my personal environs proved that it was not my poo, and for that I was quite thankful. I really hate having to make determinations like that, for I don’t really know what I would have done if that had been my poo. I might have wept.
I got the little steamer machine thing out of the garage and set to work on the poo-like chocolate stains. I am pleased to report that nothing remains. Nary a trace of anything remotely resembling poo.
Note to self. Don’t eat chocolate ice cream bars when it’s that hot because the chocolate falls off and you might miss a piece that slides off and you might fall asleep and accidentally rub it into the cushions and then wake up in the morning and assume that you have shit yourself.