Everything feels just a little off today. Like, weird, but yet not so weird I can't deal. Just off.
Woke up in the middle of the night with some weird scene from my story rolling through my head. Had to go write it down and it ended up being such a tear jerker I got all stuffed up while writing it. Damn softie. But, on the bright side, it does demonstrate exactly what I've been trying to get across through the entire story in a way I've never quite managed to do before.
So that was pretty cool.
Went back to sleep, had to get up somewhat early to take care of morning things because Mrs. NFB took the day off work and wanted to sleep in. She got up anyway and came and chatted with me while I ate. Then I get in the car and she calls my cellphone before I even strap up the seatbelt. She called again almost immediately after I got to work. Nothing pressing, just she's off work and she's got lots to talk about.
So, I've got that working for me.
And work? Well, it's work. Zippy's gone today which is always nice, but I have the feeling that something just isn't quite right anyway. Like the universe slipped half-off-cog or something. I'm half-dreaming this one, or passing through it without really gaining any purchase on the ground around me.
Just sort of...off.
I need a bass guitar. I don't want to spend money. That's a problem with no readily available solution.
Accountants piss me off. Dad's an accountant, he's part of the problem. Any common moron can see that you can't run an economy on ever looping credit forever. Accountants aren't common morons. No, they're special ones. Dad, in a meeting, proclaimed to the world, "you can't run an economy without credit. It's simply not possible."
See, that's the problem with accountants. They're too damn literal. This is the world we have, so obviously this is the only world we could have.
Let the system fall, bitches. This constant band-aide prop-up routine is gonna flop and fail. Especially if we keep thinking tossing more and more money into the biggest failed sinkholes without any other change is gonna somehow fix it all. And congress critters reassuring me that they'll be closely scrutinizing every move of their bestest buddies the rich fucks who put us here is not helping. How about actual oversight? You know, someone with the authority to slap wrists and say, "NO! BAD EXECUTIVE!" Not the guys who've been spending right along with them for generations already.
But who would step up to that job that any of them would accept? Nobody. That's right.
So we can't run an economy without credit, because this is the only economy we will accept.
I'm still off.
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