B365V2.114 - Vice versa

So I am making my way to the bus stop this morning and I see two pigeons out in the street, eating what appeared to be dried vomit.  And so the circle of life in Oakland continues for another week.  There has to be a National Geographic special in there some place.

But I get to the bus stop and look to my right toward downtown and what should I see on the billboards but the Uncle Charlie's billboard is gone.  Maybe the Uncle Charlie's people only paid for a couple of months, maybe it was blowback from the whole Jared / Subway fiasco, but any billboard that tells the customer to get there buns over there so that Uncle Charlie's sausage may be inserted comes across as ad incest porn, or what they call Wednesday in West Virginia. The billboard reminded me of an episode of Star Trek TNG, where Captain Picard is captured by the Cardassians and as part of his torture they tell him to "prepare for the insertion of the instrument of obedience".  I am not sure where they got that line, though it sounds like it came   from gay bondage porn.

Okay, work is over and a really cool thing happened to me last night, besides having spaghetti and meatballs w/ garlic bread and Dutch Apple pie for dessert.  I was sitting around monitoring my fantasy football teams (I won one game and lost one, more on those results in a future post. I know, I am keeping you in suspense.) and I happened over to Facebook to monitor the comings and goings of people, when I see I have a friend request from Kelly Wishart.  Now us Elderton peeps circa 1987 would know her as Kelly Williamson.  She was one of the two black students at my high school while I was there, how she ended up in our fair town I have no idea. There is an old political saying that Pennsylvania is Pittsburgh and Philadelphia and Alabama in the middle and my hometown certainly qualifies on the Alabama part.  I am sure there are still people in that town who think Barack Obama is a Muslim, or he is only doing stuff for blacks.  So how Kelly ended up in our fair town is beyond me, I know her family was in the military and she traveled quite a bit as a result.  So she would be at our school for a while, then leave, then come back.  It really was the other side of the coin to what I was saying the other day about people who you think about who don't think about you and vice versa.  This would be the vice versa.  Obviously I remember Kelly, I still have pictures of her in my photo album at home, but I hadn't thought a lot about her in years (cut me open and count the rings).  So last night once I heard from her I went about being the anti Yoko Ono and trying to inform people of what happened in hopes of getting the merry band back together, at least in a talking to each other kind of way.  But it was late and most normal people were already in bed at that hour (I am never mistaken for normal in case you were wondering.)

Work is what work is, which means nothing all that exciting happened. We had some one no call no show.  Ed is threatening to fire people, my attitude is shit or get off the pot on anythat issue.  But then when I was first promoted I asked if I could fire everyone and start from scratch.  So I have no attachments there that go beyond "Does this person help or hurt the company's bottom line?"  That would be a Ferengi Rule of Acquisition, "Employees are the rungs on the ladder to success, don't be afraid to step on them."

Now I am waiting for my bus, regretting two things, one being I went to the park to type some of this because I am at the bum pee bus stop.  Two because I grabbed my leather jacket this morning, thinking it would be chilly today, like it has been for a couple of days now.  The coat is at least one layer too many.

So I saw in the paper the other day that the Mayor of Braddock, John Fetterman, is running for U S Senate as a Democrat.  This is going to end very badly for him.  He has novelty look and approach about him, he is trying to save a town that was crushed when the steel industry died in the region and he looks more the front man of a punk band than as a mayor of a semi small town.  The things working against him are 1) In the Democratic primary race he has two challengers, one ran in the last election for the seat 6 years ago, thereby he has some name recognition state wide and is a former admiral, which will pull some military votes, the other has the backing of the former governor, one Ed Rendell.  2). Even if he were somehow to overcome those obstacles, I could design the campaign to beat him, that is how easy it would be.  All you would need for your campaign ad would be a camera on a truck dolley, roll it down the heart of Braddock (Braddock Avenue for those not in the know), past all of the abandoned businesses, boarded up buildings and pawn shops that line both sides of the street and say "Is this what you want for Pennsylvania?"  Something like that and his tattooed appearance guarantee the mid state Alabamans to vote Republican, which they are inclined to do anyway.  It is just a matter of scaring the voters into going to the voting booth.  Not to put the kibosh on his campaign, but this thing is over before it begins.

Enough with the political chatter, I am home now and looking to grind on MPQ.  Laters