A woman I lived with for nearly 10 years fell under her fundamentalist family’s influence, and went off the deep end. We split up, and a few months later I get a call.

Now, first I have to tell you, the closest thing to a swear word they allowed themselves was “man.” So she calls me (she and her pre-existing kids were living there by now) and tells me that she and I were “married in gawd’s sight” which meant I needed to start sending her money. Well, you can imagine my response. And when she shouted behind her “he ain’t going to do it,” I heard her father scream “MAN!” Made my day, it did.

Fuck you, Android autocomplete!

My wife is a huge prime rib fan. Invariably, the waiter gives me the prime rib, and my wife the salmon.

I used to teach community college sociology. One of my students told me “it would be gay” to be kind with his 4 year old son.

I often wonder how that kid turned out. Not good I imagine.

It’s Oracle. They have attractive little salesgirls who target faculty, telling them they can have this “awesome” website without techies. What they don’t tell them is, any new feature has to be done by them, and it costs. With Drupal, someone asks me for a feature, I can set it up for them in a few days.

After I retire, the college website will be switched from Drupal, which uses MySQL in a civilized fashion, to Modern Campus, which uses Excel. I don’t envy the person who will take over from me.

Well YOU won’t be going to Kolob! /s

“John Ringo” sounds like he writes from his home in Mom’s spare room, when he’s not perusing the online manosphere.

“Fat Commando! This gut don’t wobble.”

The Fountainhead. Full stop. Purple prose by a Soviet hack writer with a serious r*pe kink, in praise of dog-eat-dog social Darwinism.

It’s a capitalist world. Economies of scale will always tip the balance toward centralization, in the hands of billionaires.

Democracy.

Not a fan. It’s boring, repetitive, and aimed at the fantasies of very immature and self-centered men.

That said, if produced by consenting adults, I see little need for censorship.

We did real ones for years, but in our new house I got tired of sweeping pine needles, and still finding some in April.

Also, we adopted two inquisitive cats, and the tree water is highly toxic. So these days, it’s artificial, downstairs and upstairs.

Fuck forever, just let my upcoming prostate biopsy be negative. I’m retiring and I have shit to do that doesn’t involve sitting in front of the TV wearing a diaper.