Everybody’s Miserable

I was reading, with a moderate amount of disinterest, a reddit thread about the evils being inflicted on society by social media. It isn’t that social media is so evil, but how we use it at the expense of other critical thinking and reading (of things not on a screen that doesn’t seem to be en vogue in the moment.

We are looking for things to grouse about, and the digital walls we all spray paint graffiti on allow for that instant gratification without having to sweat truths.

I mean, I’m tired. The Buffalo Bills have a meaningful December football game to play at home for the first time in eons and there is a twitter thread with fans concerned that it might not sell out entirely. Who cares??? We have meaningful football in Buffalo in December. I can’t be bothered to care if the last guy in the last seat in the last row is wearing the other teams colors. Let’s enjoy the hype of the game.

Some of the presidential candidates have been confronted with questions of likeability. This, to me, seems like running into a firehouse and yelling movie. Essentially we don’t have anything to talk about, so instead of finding stuff out, reading, researching, we have found something else to complain. I mean, if I’m elected a president, in all likelihood, I don’t care if he or she is likeable. I want capable, instead of not, engaged in representing everybody, instead of not, smart instead of not. I don’t want to have a beer with my president. I want them to see the whole board, to be too busy governing that they can’t stop to care to register what the television pundits have to say.

We are not very good at seeing the forest for the trees. Folks seized on 25,000 projected jobs and ignored the multibillion dollar tax giveway to get these jobs into a section of Manhattan, a section of Manhattan that none of the workers of those jobs could afford to give. The gripers targeted the congresswoman who led the block as being stupid. Turns out the company bought the land anyway without New York State giving anything away. And the jobs pay about $14 an hour (I looked). How many of those jobs would a person have to work to be able to stay in that portion of New York? Each of the original jobs would have been a six figure tax break. That’s some screwy math. The congresswoman was right.

There is a show getting ready to premiere called “Man versus Bear.” Without knowing anything else about it, I’m rooting for the bear in the equation, has to be smarter than the average man.

Can we all quit using phrases like “franchise Quarterback” like we know what we are talking about? It’s a phrase of recent vintage and questioning whether this person or that person is a “Franchise Guy” makes me think you are talk radio host trying to fill air time and you don’t have a radio station.

The gas station in the photo will never have to pay up, especially with all the flushing going on.

Imagine being the white house staffer who prepares notes for the President only to have him go off script and muse about people flushing 10-15 times or thinking births at nine months need to be stopped.

For that $120, 000 you probably could have gotten three bananas at Whole Foods, with enough left over for a whole roll of duct tape.

It’s perfectly fine that Billie Eilish doesn’t know who Van Halen is. She’s 17. The only place you run into Van Halen is classic rock radio, where 17 year olds aren’t a huge demo. She’s an innovative talent. And in a world were everyplace is a 2010 comments page, Wolfgang Van Halen had the best response, that music is a personal thing. You like what you like, you know what you know, words to that effect.

On that note, I’m going to go listen to a no longer guilty pleasure