Okay.
Since I wrote that I hated Google previously, I feel obliged to backtrack on my stance.
After writing about how inept my situation was being handled, come to find out, it was ME who was fucking up and I kept getting my passwords jumbled.
I still do not use it as the “end all and be all” that the Domestic Despot does. Check out this excerpt from my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!
The preface for the letter “U”:
U
Unrelenting.
Personally, the most annoying of all things is nagging. Since my wife would never engage in such activity, this is the imaginary scenario: she says something which is totally false, established as fact and universally accepted by all on the planet but HER. I, er, I mean this imaginary person, can show her online, in print, video, TV, it doesn’t matter. She will still insist she is right! It’s like her insistence on using Google to direct her movements. Drives me absolutely nuts. Imagine you are driving on a country road and your destination is the heart of downtown. But she doesn’t care. You might say something completely innocent like “Gee, honey, it looks like we are going away from downtown.”
“No. Google said fifteen miles and we’ve gone only fourteen.”
That’s when this imaginary friend of mine strangles her.
Unrelenting.
******
I would like to think that Google is like The Internship but it is just this global information giant.
But now all my bells and whistles on my new phone are ready to rock and I love them again.
We have another drummer audition this coming up Saturday and we have a real sense of urgency to secure this drummer to complete the band because we are starting to amass offers from prospective bar and club owners.
Kind of flattering, because they are giving me props from my solo gigs to hire us sight unseen (or unheard).
Crossing my fingers again…
There are a ton of festivals all over the place as the weather warms up and we will have to scramble, but we can still qualify for some of them later in the season.
I keep promising to try and get some video from one of our auditions/practices, but doesn’t seem right to post a drummer playing our music that didn’t make the cut.
I know that we seem to be enveloped with the gender-identity question, but as bad as it is here in our own country, and make no mistake, it IS bad, you could be gay and living in Uganda.
Or in an ISIS-controlled country.
Remember that the next time you go to badmouth the good old USA.
And just to show the world that while we may have invented schoolicide, we are not the only practitioners.
Belgrade, Yugoslavia (or whatever country it is now called) has joined this sad fraternity.
It’s not bad enough that we are fucking up the planet and our nation, but now we are killing off our future.
Smart.
Stay well.
