Dark places
There is a lot going on in my little world at the moment.
Lots of very [very] bad things that have me more than a little concerned; that are leading to sleepless nights and would be driving me to drink if I wasn’t there already.
The huge problem is that there is sweet fuck all I can do about any of this bad crap except sit it out and hope that things resolve. But they aren’t going to do that any time soon, so in the meantime all I can do is worry and fret and dream about baseball bats and errant .45 calibre bullets.
I will be honest and say that I am very grateful to be working on the Raccoon Archives project as it gives my head something to concentrate on, and I can blank out other shit from my head.
And if anyone is wondering, the Archive project is coming along very nicely. I had a few problems, such as weeding out duplicated posts, which for technical reasons meant I had to modify the database and start again from scratch, and I am now currently re-running all the batch jobs and hopefully will be moving stuff onto the live site today or tomorrow.
So the bottom line is that my head isn’t really in a place where I can write stuff on this here site. Scribbling may be even lighter than usual for a while.
Actually, that wasn’t the bottom line.
This is.
Terribly concerned. What is going on? Tell us more, and can we help?
No need to worry on my behalf. I’m fine [apart from a certain lack of sleep]. It’s just family business that has been brewing for a long time and seems now to be coming to a head. There is little anyone can do [unless you have a spare baseball bat?]
Kids (assuming that’s whats the cause of the bover) – they are so ungrateful these days.
IMO Guinea pigs are so much better (or, if you don’t have any, a dog or cat).
Anyway, as we say in Blighty “Cheer Up ! Things could be worse!”
… Trouble is, if you do cheer up, often things *do* get worse 😉
All the best anyway 🙂
Sit back, light a bowl, stroke the cat in your best possible Ernst Blofeld pose. Nowt else to do when family troubles arise.
In the meantime check these pillocks out… https://notalotofpeopleknowthat.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/pen-hadow-gives-up-blocked-by-sea-ice/#more-29595
Always good for a life these clowns who seek to ‘prove’ the existence of climate change of the man made persuasion.
It sounds to me like they hoped to sail the whole way to the North Pole, carried by a gentle tropical breeze, and were somewhat surprised to actually find ice there.
Sorry to hear things are a bad at the moment. First I thought maybe my rotten neighbor and her relatives had moved in next door but seeing how she (and they) are still here, I guess not.
As in all things, these too shall pass.
You’re a wonderful spirit, Grandad. You’re ornery, and it cheers me up. My gratitude, and best wishes. Dream some nails into that baseball bat.
Thanks Peter! Those nails are very rusty [but haven’t lost their strength] and are wrapped in razor wire. Sweet dreams!
Sorry to hear of the troubles, and glad to hear the project is coming together.
I’ve been keeping up on things but with our own year of hell not much for comments, all sorted soon though.
keep well and for close up range I find a rusty stabbing fork works well.
Just remember however bad things are everything passes eventually