Tuesday, November 12, 2024

RODENT PROBLEMS

My mouse is on the cusp of death. That is to say, the mechanical/electric twiddly thingy I plug into the right side of my computer with which I point, click, paint, draw, and pick my electronic nose. If I get too frustrated with the little bugger I may buy a new one, though it actually might be the connection within the computer, in which case I'll probably simply purchase a new laptop. Repairing would cost too much.


This is a royal pain in the ... mouse.

And, speaking of such things, it seems like there are far fewer rats and mice in the densely packed neighborhood over the hill. I miss the little fellows, and suspect that in order not to freak out the tourists the entire area there has been saturated with poison. Which inevitably travels up the food chain, so in a few months people from Iowa and Detroit will develope tumours and explode. It will be baffling.

One of their noted Republicans will opine that it was vaccines, and demand Ivermectin and choloroquine for his congregation immediately. Whereupon even more of them will croak. Sad, but what can you do?
The painting above was done with a defective mouse. I had to extract and replug it in several times, it would work for a while, hiccough a bit, then fail. Whereupon I'd pull it out, and plug it back in. Repeatedly until the machine stopped making noises of objection and giving me the problem message.

I've stopped getting angry or being frustrated about it. It's like dealing with a special needs adult. He doesn't mean any harm, he's just a little weird. The intensity is greater than the available sensibility.


Similarly, I am no longer angry or frustrated by the election results. Half the country seems to be special needs adults right now, and now that they're in control, it is best to step out of the way and let them crash and burn. There is just so much that can go wrong in the next four years that it is best to simply observe and giggle as the Hindenburg goes up in flames.

Most of the rest of the world is not any better.


Like our judicial system, elections are about telling the most convincing lies. The Democrats failed abysmally. Makes you wonder how they managed to keep the car in the road for four years. They may have been the mythical driver who functioned better drunk than sober.

At this point, I have no respect for our politicians, most of the country, or the talking heads who spout well-thought out nuanced opinions about what went wrong. A pox on them all.
I wish them ill, and hope that their mice die.



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