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Come on.
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Okay, okay, maybe calling it an IQ test isn't completely fair. Maybe I'm being too abstruse. Maybe you feel it's too trivial or too obvious to bother with. Maybe you just don't want to think about it. Maybe you are so inured to TV and movies that the whole thing just flew right past your left ear. Whatever.
Even the smartasses who come here every day and whose comments get thrown into the spam filter to spare your burning eyeprints aren't biting, when, according to type, they'd definitely have taken a snipe at it. I may just need a long soak too badly, but, fuck. I think the neighbors' roof just blew off, and that's on top of other ill winds.
The point is, beside completely fictional slaughter of school kids in the United States, we do completely fictional terrorist attacks at malls in other countries too. It is instantly recognizable to people who know AP photographers cannot take action shots from certain angles in real life situations unless they are prepositioned for such shots or bulletproof enough to climb directly over people on their faces on the floor to avoid being slaughtered by terrorist gunmen amok.
I was going to wait until tomorrow night to stop nagging you about this, but my house might not be standing tomorrow night and my head hurts. I'm just saying that Zero Tolerance For The Lie involves coming unstuck on this stuff immediately. You can't do that if their cinematography has replaced meatspace on you like this.
That is why I keep harping on this stuff.
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You know what?
I'm just feeling this mounting apprehension and dread today. It's probably just the storm, but I have this big history of feeling wonderfulness and dreadfulness in advance of them. I still don't know the difference, usually, unless it is very, very strong, but if something apocalyptic happens soon, that will settle it. It's probably the storm.
It's been a tropical paradise for almost two weeks and the North Pole is blowing its brains out to get here. It's probably that.
Probably.
But gird yerseff anyway, dudes.
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Okay. It's after 6pm and the wind seems to have stopped on cue, per forecast, pau. I feel much better already. So it was the storm nailing me. I mean, I did the aspirin. I took my contacts out. Dropped a steroid in the left eye, just for good measure. I ate a pork chop. Had another cup of mud. I did everything but face my not-a-tub already, and the wind's been stopped for a half hour or so... after some darn flickery moments threatening to take it all down. The rain is spozed to mellow out or go away for a day or so now. I put on KHUM to help ground my ions in place and time. I will face my soaking ordeal next. Maybe we're going to live. Or maybe the wettitude will have started bonking you on the heads by the time I'm done with my not-a-tub.
