Happy New Year

You want me to what???

It’s nearly next year. It’s been a strange, ridiculously inept period when nothing seems to make any sense, and the traditions we were raised with are being trampled by overgrown spoiled brat children who still throw temper tantrums and break things even if they’re old enough to vote.

Oddly enough, the Old Moon is on January 1, and the New Moon is on January 2, around 2AM, and NASA finally launched the James Webb space telescope a couple of days ago. There were videos of it streaking across the night sky on the news last night.  This peculiar split between “weird” and “normal” is something we haven’t seen in a while, not since back in the 1960s and early 1970s.

This year’s grain harvest in India was above bountiful, but the ecohippies, who never seem to spend any real time outdoors in muck and mud photographing birds or bugs or blossoms insist that the world is being destroyed…. and – well, where is their proof? There are two or three active volcanoes in Iceland, and the Icelanders haven’t run away so far. Oh, and BoJo over in the UK has pissed his people off again with another lockdown. Maybe he’ll lose his job next time around.

The COP26’s demand for cash from all attendees fell through, which means that the people who put it together can’t live high on the hog, and the planet is just moseying along intact. As the Late Great George Carlin once said, “The planet is fine! The People are fucked!”

Meantime, that loud-mouthed crankypants tween has lost her “eminence” or whatever because no one is paying any attention to anything she says these days. They’re more interested in getting groceries and fixing meals than they are in listening to an ill-informed, cranky 16-year-old who dropped out of school.

Yea, we have had a year of nonsensical panic over a virus, a bug that may have escaped its host in a meat market in China and got loose in the population, and — well, the advice from an expert on infectious diseases here in my AO on the news yesterday morning was “get the booster, get the Johnson & Johnson/Janssen booster and get on with your life”.

Just so you know, he made it very clear that the infection rate in South Africa is plummeting down to NOTHING. That was also on this morning’s news. What does that mean? It means that the omicron bug is the equivalent of the rhinoviruses that give us the common cold but doesn’t seem to be able to give you pneumonia like the common cold sometimes does. Some day, the freak show attitude will cease to exist and we’ll get on with things. This ain’t the Middle Ages, no matter what that short warthog from Hell thinks. If you want to be creative, just think how many bad jokes you could come up with, like: Oh, did he pull another F—i on you?

Meanwhile, a space telescope gets launched.  Tesla vehicles are being recalled. (That’s a giggle-snort!) Certain politic persons are not as popular as they thought they were. And it’s going to snow in my AO — 90% chance of snow!!! — tomorrow night and I have already cleared off the spots where I put out bird food.  The Feather Flockers will show up, the squirrels will steal the peanuts I put out and run away, and the Sun will come up in the East and sink in the West. And the New Year will start with a New Moon. That’s a good sign, all by itself. I’m just gonna move on, people.

When I went to trade my old iPhone for a newer version, I also asked for a flip phone for when I’m on the trail with a camera and don’t want a phone sticking out of my pocket. And then I mumbled something about a tablet, so now I have a tablet, which I wanted so that I can review my photos before I dump them to my hard drive. That guy at T-Mobile saw me coming a mile away, but I don’t care. I just have to figure out how to hook it up to my camera to review stuff, and then go shoot more stuff. There is, in fact, so much competition from phone cameras and tablet cameras that companies like Nikon and Canon are struggling to keep up.

I would say that we’re going to get back to normal – whatever that is – by the end of this winter. Prove I’m wrong. Go on: I dare you.

Happy New Year and take good care of you and yours.

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