I skipped the last five-day bean post. There's nothing to report. I'm on day 68 of a 65-day growing season, and there's nary a sign of a bean on my four remaining plants. They're healthy, strong, growing, but show no inclination to ever bear fruit. At this point they're a metaphor for my life, nothing more.
|I'm just a Metapod, all defense and no evolution.|
Jon Stewart appeared on "The Late Show with Stephen Colbert" last night. He's a smart, funny, astute commentator on our culture. Why the fuck do I hate him so much? I mean, other than the smirk. The goddamn smirk. I think what it is, is that every time I watch Jon Stewart, I think, "I can do that, what he's doing there on the TV." And I could. Except I don't, and he does, and I resent the crap out of that. And him. Two words, Stewart: Grecian Formula. Two more: Stop with the friggin' smirk. That possibly is more than two words.
Precocious Daughter is seeing the new Star Trek movie tonight. With her father. Because he made sure to invite her to see it before I did. And now I probably won't see the new Star Trek movie at all, as I don't know anyone else who would want to see it with me. I guess I'll buy it on Blu-Ray when it comes out several months from now. Divorce in a nutshell: See movies alone or wait for them to come out on video. I'm OK with that. Really.
Trump. I can't even. I honestly would rather see him be elected President than Hillary. Yes, really. I know what it's like to have a crazy elitist white male Republican President. A female former First Lady-Senator-Secretary of State-entitled career politician who thinks she's above the law? Not so much.
Have I mentioned that I love being single? Because I do. Life is not all peaches and cream, but it's all on me, and I own every good and bad moment. My family and friends are my entire life. The rest is just noise. I'm happy.
Have an amazing weekend, Drunkards. I love you.