…the crazy is getting in.
And I don’t know what to do about it. Like I said on BlueSky, I am so used to being paranoid and anxious for no good reason that I don’t know how to handle being freaked out when it’s actually justified.
Oh, and it turns out that the election down south wasn’t the only reason I was feeling down yesterday. I also have a bug of some kind.
Call it a head cold, if you will. I once more have that soreness that goes from my lungs up through my throat and into my ears.
Along with the usual malaise and tiredness that comes with these things. i feel positively drained, and that means I’m either ill or some vampire felt snacky.
Pretty sure I haven’t invited any in lately. Unless DoorDash people count.
Come to think of it, being an old fashioned delivery person – the kind you paid in cash – would be a pretty sweet gig for a vampire.
People invite you into their homes all the time. When you’re hungry, you just drain your next customer. It would totally work.
For a while, at least.
I’m not really depressed about developments down south any more. The depression is in the process of morphing into something else : rage.
And with that rage comes a steely determination to fight Trump on every level all the time. We’re talking total resistance. Give that cancer of the body politic absolutely no cooperation. Make his life as difficult as possible.
Oh, and gather evidence for his next impeachment.
We know the storm of stupidity and evil is coming and now, in the last days of sanity, we have our chance to batten down the hatches, circle the wagons, put up the storm windows, and dig in.
Because we know what is coming. We’ve been here before. And this time, we know exactly what we’re going to get from him and his pet Senate and Supreme Court, so we are in the perfect position to ready ready to rumble.
The next four years are going to suck.
Let’s make sure they suck for HIM, too.
The worst part is that I don’t think Trump even wants the job. He hated being President the first time. Remember, he was born with a silver spoon so deep in his mouth that he farts glitter, so having people keep telling him to do things he doesn’t want to do is like hell for him.
And he is way more senile and thus more cranky and unreasonable than the first time.
Could be fun to watch him humiliate himself on the biggest stage in the world.
My god, is it hard to make the words happen when you’re this tired.
But I do it anyway because I love you people.
And because at this point, not blogging would hurt more than blogging ever will.
Back to Dumb Donnie. Remember too that he is super old and might die at any minute, leaving us with J.D. Vance as President.
From what we’ve seen so far from that weenie, he would promptly soil himself then try to run away to Acapolco.
Would be funny if the Secret Service had to launch a manhunt just to find the President so they can protect him.
I hope that, in our quiet way, we Canadians are stepping up border security. That master moron might just decide to invade.
Oh. And you can forget about Ukraine. It’s gone, baby. Once Trump is in power he will just hand it to Putin. It’s a done deal.
Sure, there’ll be the rest of us, but who in the world would dare back Ukraine when it’s clear that doing so means going against the USA?
The best we can hope for with Trump is apathy.
Maybe he won’t care enough to do anything as tiresome as war.
More after the break.
Two steps back
Well isn’t this just fucking lovely.
Ordered a new webcam on Tuesday. It took me a long time but I finally gave up hope on finding the expensive one that I know must be in this room somewhere.
So I Googled “best webcam” and found a reputable looking “top ten” listicle.
The number one was $109. Um no. The number two was $99. Nuh uh.
But the third entry was the “best value” one and it was $40. Bingo!
So I ordered that one. It arrived today. I unboxed it, plugged it in, and tested it to see if it was working by recording some video.
Seemed to work just fine. But when I tried to play the video back, no sound.
Well fuck. Apparently the microphone in the thing ain’t working yet. And after I recorded at least three minutes of my priceless ex tempore speech!
But then I had a terrible suspicion.
Which was born out : it wasn’t that the microphone on the thing wasn’t working, it was that audio playback on my entire computer was now fucked.
I have no sound. And I must scream.
And I have been trying to get it to work again ever since. Once more in life, my attempt to make something better results in my desperately scrambling to get back to normal.
I was totally planning to post my bit o’ video here tonight and sort of reintroduce myself to the world of making videos, but now I really don’t feel like it.
I have no way of knowing if the audio recorded or not anyhow.
And I am understandably super pissed off about all this. Plugging in a webcam should not make the whole damn system silent!
I haven’t completely run out of ideas on how to make it work again. I can always uninstall all audio drivers then reboot and see if Windows detects my speakers.
I’ve had the same speakers for over a decade and they have worked just fine. But somehow, when Windows set up my new webcam, that made the system completely forget my speakers existed.
There is no device listed for them in Device Manager.
I could also try to get the speakers built in to my expensive monitor working. That’s the one part of them that has never worked, which never bothered me because I already had speakers that worked.
Not so any more.
And without working audio, I can’t watch YouTube videos, or listen to music, and all my video games are going to be so much sadder to play.
I need to get this shit working again.
And I really resent being put into this position by something that makes no sense.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.