I would walk 500 miles

I actually miss SF specifically for the walking.  And the subway.  I walked far more than I ever thought I would in my general life there, and the T was sometimes quite trippy.

The street musicians were incredible.  Very soulful.  Always black, what, no whites or latinos do street music?  The best was one guy on acoustic guitar and his buddy with plastic drums that had accents of glass liquor bottles to do (what I assume was) the cymbal bits from "Sinnerman,"  I gave that guy the only bill I had in my wallet, which was a ten, I think.  I wished it was a twenty.

I am currently without wheels because my transmission decided to literally shit the bed.  I could make a fucking soap opera out of the story, it's practically Passions without the midget.  And it's going to cost me 2000 bucks and keep me from applying for jobs I need to apply for because, thanks to the GOP, the okay-Obamacare health insurance is now junk.

I guess I could also just cross my fingers, hey GOP mebbe if some of these ladies just crossed their legs they'd not be so uppity amirite?

So I am out 2000.  But I got 100% on PS4's Spider-Man so that's cool.

Birthday wishing

What I posted on facebook regarding birthday wishes:

Thanks to everybody who wished me a happy birthday. I see that Trump gave me a double fist-pump in celebration, so I am flattered. I mean that's why he did it right. Because any other reason would be disrespectful to this great country of ours.

Oh, and to those who did not wish me a happy birthday, I have called on the Elder Ones to visit you in your dreams and nibble slowly at your souls until you turn insane and chop up your loved ones, because we might someday run out of topics for the podcasts I produce and Shakespeare got to get paid, son.

Haha.