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090924 – 10:32 It is day 6 of the new phone. Since it is monday morning, I downloaded Blocked and Reported. Today is a preview of a paid episode. Is monday morning is about to change? Paying for Jesse and Katie is out of the question.
The path has become my outdoor treadmill. I went out for a few laps, and put BAR on the headphones. The parade did not get out of the front yard before the noise started to cut off. After several experiments … is it the ear buds, the bluetooth, the show, the music player on the phone, the pockets of the cargo shorts … I walked my laps, and went inside.
The Muzio music player had other issues, so I decided to try downloading another one. Then the ear buds came in. Airbuds are another recent purchase.  I have not made friends with this contraption. Airbuds feature a sensitive button, and if you adjust the buds incorrectly, the sound will cut off. If you touch this button the wrong way, to turn it back on, you go to the next track it wants to play. This is not going to work. I put my aging JBL buds back in.
After all these adjustments, the part of BAR that Jesse will allow played without incident. The paywall kicked in during a discussion of Darryl Cooper … a subject that has become boring. …
You’re disgusting child deplorable fashion REAL family dumb ass
Upon hearing this cancellation … you are deplorable, wear tacky clothes, and your butt has no family intelligence … Wilbur decided to take matters into his own hands. For too long, that damn talking horse had ruled the stable.
Wilbur would buy new clothes, for the first time since the tv show ended. Next, he would get rid of the land line, and force Ed to use a smart phone. Have you ever tried texting with hooves? Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.

This is a repost from 2020. Some yums are getting yuckier every day. … Don’t yuck on my yum. This is a thing. It means that if I like something, and you don’t, then keep your disapproval to yourself. Don’t yuck on my yum. I first heard this saying on the RISK podcast, probably in an episode where host Kevin Allison goes to kink camp.
I can not track down the exact episode. It is in there somewhere, but looking for it is too much work. OTOH, I can point out, with great precision, when I became persona non grata in the RISK community. He yucked on somebodies yum.
It started with this episode. Nimisha Ladva told the story “Mother in law.” Nimisha, newly married to David, is dreading a lunch date with his mother, Elaine. David told a story about how Elaine asked him if Nimisha was black. The young bride was outraged. At about ten minutes into the show, Nimisha is ranting about how horrible it was to eat lunch with a racist. I made a comment in the “RISK! Podcast Fans Discussion Group.”
“I recently sent a link to the Paul Gilmartin story to a friend. He is in the AA program, and I thought he would enjoy the story. Here is the email I sent with that link. – This is a link to a story. It is an AA war story. It starts at 20 minutes. The first story in this show is about an Indian lady, who does not like her Jewish mother in law. At ten minutes into the show, the bride says “I am going to have to spend the day with a racist.” – At this point, I turned off the show in anger. I am sensitive to the term racist, for perfectly obvious reasons. I did not want to listen to the rest of the show. – When I decided to send you the link, I had to listen to the part of the show around the 20 minute mark, so I could know when the war story started. I set the timer for 18 minutes, and listened to the end of the mother in law story. There is a twist in the story, and everyone is friends now. The bride says “I am ashamed of reducing her to her racism.”
As anyone with internet access knows, a comment like that is likely to stir up trouble. People enjoy the sport of trashing another human being because of their racial attitudes. If you follow this link, you can see the dogpile that resulted. It got to be a cliche party, with chestnuts like this: “I would invite you to reflect on your pain in being called racist, and imagine how much worse it is to experience racism. Dismantling racism is the goal, not making sure no ones feelings are hurt.”
Performative name calling does does not affect police brutality, economic opportunity, or access to decent housing. All it does, in this case, is hold up a lady to ridicule, based on her perceived racial values. This social justice performance art goes on all the time, and if you object to it, then you can expect to be called a racist. The white savior considers criticism of their privilege to be racism, and does not have a problem with telling you about it.
It should be noted that their were other yumyucking incidents. The one described merely is the first one. There were other breaches of *community standards*, until Kevin delivered the “you’re an asshole” fatwa. When you do the work of creating a show, you earn the right to ban inconvenient members of the audience. There is nothing I can do about it.
Calling people racist is their yum. And when you say that this is not really a good thing to do, you are yucking on their yum. This facebook thread was the first time some of these people have heard that saying racist is not helpful. If you engage with them, you violate an ancient bit of wisdom: Never wrestle with a hog. You will just get dirty, and the pig will enjoy himself. Pictures for this conflict devolution chronicle are from The Library of Congress.

Labor Day was the first monday of September, which meant Little 5 Poetry Bash. I printed my new poem, and looked at the list of podcasts. Lo and behold, there was an episode of Noble I had missed.
Labor is a good day for traffic. I set out from Brookhaven at 18:10, for a 19:30 start. I got to the promised land early, and went to Rag-O-Rama. $22 is too much for a used t-shirt. Next stop was a cannabis store. There was promising talk about a new product, which may require further attention.
L5PB was splendid, as usual. The core group of poets was there, with terrific product from all parties. Collin Kelley, a mainstay of Atlanta words, was the delightful feature. A lady/dog team came from Cave Springs, to tell a tale of Artemis and Apollo. I kept thinking of Gomer’s cousin, Artemis Pyle, who played in Lynyrd Skynyrd.
L5PB takes place in the lobby of 7 Stages. There are two problems. 7S has a collection of bright lights in the ceiling above the speaker. There are also the big red letters MAIN STAGE, which is has too much anagramic temptation (inamorata petting cam) for this addict. In a life hack moment, I solved both problems with a baseball hat.
The best way to go home is to take a left onto Colquitt, and go down to N. Highland. After a stop in the Manuel’s parking lot, Noble was coming over the speakers. This episode dealt with the Marsh family story, without going overboard with talk of racism. Finally, after the renovated North Druid Hills bridge, Taco Bell came into view. The last part of L5PB is getting my mystery meat fix. Next month will be more of the same. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.

It started out with a simple question. Who is on the ballot for President in Georgia? I am beyond disgusted with Donald John Trump and Kamala Devi Harris. I have numerous issues with Robert Francis Kennedy Jr. There are usually others to consider.
One possible option is Chase Russell Oliver. The Libertarian Party serves only as a spoiler. Mr. Oliver has a lot going for him. He has been active in the fight against Cop City.
Google has not been helpful. The Georgia Secretary of State has not been helpful. I called the SOS office, and talked to a lady. “Mam, can you tell me who is on the ballot for President in Georgia.” “That is on the Secretary of State website” “Mam, that does not work” “What do you mean, it works for me”
A second phone call to SOS yielded better results. Apparently, the ballot has not been finalized. We will know later which non-duopoly candidates will be on the Georgia ballot. Either the election, or the world, will be over soon. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.

This has been a lively week in the real world. It started last Sunday, when I decided to clean the laptop. I turned off the power, sprayed some cleaner on it … bad move … and wiped it down with a rag. Then, I sprayed some cleaner on the keyboard … worse move … and worked between the keys with a toothbrush. Then, instead of leaving it open overnight, I closed it.
The next morning, I was typing something, and I noticed that it was all caps. When I tried to change it to regular letters, it went blank. I booted it, and could not type in the password. This is not a good situation. As soon as the computer place opened, I went over there.
Delta computers is a building on Tilly Mill Road, next door to Home Depot. It has the same two men who are always there … probably Indian, although I have never discussed it. They provide fabulous, quick service every time.
I go in the shop. Zefir plugs a keyboard in, and tells me the keyboard is shorted out. Basically, I need a new laptop. The next day, I get a new machine, with much more RAM and Windows 11. After two days of brain damage, the device is running well.
All this time, the sore spot on my foot was getting worse. A few weeks ago, I stepped on something in the back yard. A splinter/thorn became part of my anatomy. A tweezer procedure left enough of the foreign object to cause problems. Finally, the swelling and tenderness became impossible to ignore. It was time to see someone. It was going to get worse otherwise.
Piedmont Urgent Care in Chamblee Plaza, where the Walgreens was sixty years ago. The granite wall in back is still there, where the site was blasted out of the Stone Mountain spillover. The only problem with the waiting room is the direct sunlight, but I don’t have to stay there very long. They seem to be happy with my Medicare.
The PA cleans it out, which was not terribly pleasant. The nurse bandages me up, and gives me a script for antibiotics. There are instructions for care, and a trip to the modern Walgreens … on the other side of Peachtree Industrial … for drugs and supplies. The rest of the day was spent staying out of the rain. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
UPDATE: The original title of this episode was Tussit Chronicles 072024. When I was posting the link on facebook, I clicked in the add photo spot. When I pasted the link in the place, FB put it up without the picture. I quickly realized my mistake, and deleted the entry. When I returned, I posted the link in the proper manner. Before I could see the post, FB sent word that my post violated a rule, and was deleted. I appealed the deletion. When I closed that window, the second entry was still up, with the picture intact. Nonetheless, I decided to err on the side of caution. The post was deleted, and reposted under the title Don’t Try This At Home.