LET'S NOT DO LUNCH

My next scheduled shift involves people whom I have not "friended" on Facebook and who don't have my contact data. Which is excellent. Precisely like the Republican schnucks with whom I come into regular and regretted contact while in Marin, I do not want them to see either my blog or my Facebook page and 'likes'. Casual conversation is good enough.
That forces me to develop a stronger resistance to idiots.
But news and social interaction, no.


What on earth gives people the idea that I'm social?


Do they not realize that there is a difference between being diplomatic or tactful and friendly? Please think of me as a rabid animal, likely to snap at you, drawing blood. So unless I have good reasons to think that we'll get along and that we have similar world views, casual chit chat will stay at that. It's different if you present solid evidence of critical thinking skills and being able to read, as well as perspective and a sense of humour.

Which very many ambulatory bipeds don't.

What people watch on the television kind of proves that.


The detestable cavemen in the backroom where I work spend an inordinate amount of time watching sports and whining about the Democratic party. I do not watch sports at all if I can help it (a pox on the Forty Niners, the Giants, the Raiders, and Warriors, et autres of those ilks) and don't waste a lot of time belly-aching about the pandering quislings in the upper echelons of the Democratic Party.

All in all, I think I would prefer the company of penguins.
We could talk about food. Seafood. Herring.

Herring is good.



Penguins are the most likable bipeds.



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