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"I Inherited a Mess"

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I am cracking up. I am laughing so hard my sides are aching.

Cheetoh said yesterday, "I inherited a mess," to which every single intelligent person on the planet starting laughing.

OF COURSE you didn't inherit a "mess." The economy is strong. The unemployment rate is 4.8, near a 10 year low. The median income is holding steady with the third straight year of increases. The only "mess" is the income discrepancy between the bottom 50% and the top 1%. Start with that mess, and fix it. Actually, the "mess" is the fucked-up mess you made, then started blaming others for the crap.

That said, of course you inherited a mess. Every incompetent person who takes over a project thinks the previous person made a mess of things. It's the competent ones who are able to look at the previous work, appreciate the parts that did work, and build from there.

Shroom

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I dislike posting vertical daily photos, but this one is the best of the mushroom picts I took. I'll make an exception.

Pines

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I bought this book twice. I don't know why I did this, other than something must have caught my attention. Might have been the Wayward Pines show, which has M Night as a producer of some sort (could be in name only, could be active participation, only the people who are doing the work really know). Might have been the placement of the book in a stack in the bookstore. I don't actually know why I purchased the book not once but twice.

That all said, I read it in two nights. Would have been one night of reading, the book was that interesting, but, well, sleep and work caught up to me, and I couldn't finish it.

The book is about Ethan Burke who wakes up from a car accident not quite remembering where he is who he is, that sort of thing. He remembers parts, but not enough of it.

I liked the Twin Peaks feel of the book, only to realize at the end of book in the author's note that Twin Peaks was, indeed, the inspiration for the book.

I'll be checking out books 2 and 3 in this (just realized) series.

Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades.
Page 28

How many lived day to day, in the moment, banishing any thought or remembrance of the life they had known before? It was easier to accept what could not be changed than to risk everything and seek out the unknown. What lay beyond. Long-term inmates often committed suicide, or reoffended, when faced with the prospect of life outside the prison walls. Was it so different here?
Page 167

There were moments when you saw the people you loved for who they really were, separate from the baggage of projection and shared histories. When you saw them with fresh eyes, as a stranger might, and caught the feeling of the first time you loved them. Before the tears and the armor chinks. When there was still the possibility of perfection.
Page 217

Mouse

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So, we are walking along the Stevens Creek trail, when Chase goes off into the bush. I think nothing of it, as I catch up, then pass the dog. When the leash goes taut behind me, though, I stopped to see what he was doing. He popped out of the grass, and started walking towards me. I watched him for a moment and saw he was chewing. "Great, he found some dog poop," was my thought. When he caught up to me, however, I looked to see what he was STILL chewing on.

Then made him spit it out.

I mean, great, the mighty hunter Chase caught a mouse, but he shouldn't be able to catch a mouse unless it was previously injured or, worse, sick. My thoughts ran through the stories I've heard about dogs dying by eating poisoned dog things, so I made him spit it out.

This is the mouse.

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