Suboptimist

Wanted: middle-aged black man with sass.

Kind of I’m feeling emo today. I really can’t place my finger on why exactly.

I’ve been encouraged by some readers of the blog who I see frequently in the RL to have an occasional less intelligent post. I honestly never found this to be an entirely intelligent forum in the first place, mostly incoherent ramblings of a tortured genius. The tortured genius thing is sarcasm, by the way. My ego isn’t that big.

So, instead of talking about, say, gradient judgments of well-formedness or animal language, I’ll discuss a few non-linguistic things on my mind:

I usually endorse candidates and such before big elections, since, you know, my opinion carries so much clout around here. Honestly, I don’t care to this time. There are really only going to be two things on the ballot: the mayor and vouchers. The results of both of these shouldn’t be surprising. I can only think a few situations where a) Dave Buhler will win and b) referendum 1 will pass. The probability of any of them is low. So, yeah, why bother endorsing anything?

There are a couple of things I really don’t like more than anything; a) talking on the phone b) mass gatherings. I try to avoid doing any of these except under rare circumstances. In a bizarre twist of fate I found myself doing both at the same time this weekend. It was out of the ordinary for me.

So, wow, that’s it. I don’t have anything else on my mind. Honestly, though, my brain is mush today. I really can’t think of anything to say. Comments are welcome.