Tuesday with a Touch of Snow

I tried to take the day the best I could with all that was going on.  I tried not to sweat the small or big stuff and move about my day.  No lurker.  A touch of diva antics.

She seems to be trying to take the place of the lurker and was affecting the Thinker's work.  I told her not to let it bother her.  She puts herself where she doesn't belong and pisses others off with her rudeness.  

I was curious about the whole Tik Tok thing and I took a look at what she was up to lately.  Good to know she's still doing it during work hours.  I mean, got to have some entertainment, am I right? 

That is one stupid app.  Parents. I repeat parents, if your kids are on there, get them off.  That is such a toxic app.  I downloaded it back in 2020 when someone sent me a video of a kid saying "I F-ing hate people" so casually and felt like my spirit animal at the time.  Considering how 2020 turned out for all of us, it seemed fitting.  I took it off during the 2024 election when the MAGA morons took over and it just became way too toxic with that stupid Village people dancing.

Then there's the diva, using AI and filters to make her look like a sex pot, lip syncing to country songs and horrible KISS songs from the 70s.  Her big thing is that she's from Generation X and wants all of her Gen X people to follow her so she can monetize her stupidity.

As someone from that generation, we don't want to claim her.  I didn't listen to Freddie Fender or Kenny Rogers.  I listed to the Go Gos and Culture Club.  We were a generation that wouldn't do stupid shit like this.  We'd make fun of people who do stuff like this.  We don't want followers.  We want to be independent thinkers and laugh at someone who thinks anyone who takes that seriously is just stupid.  

Now that I lost some brain cells, I might tune into see who attends the State of the Union.  I'm interested to see the Epstein survivors and the people that show up as guest for the Democrats.  Yeah.  I'm muting that guy.  I don't want to listen to the lying.  I'm exhausted from it.

I will go over to the Wauwatosa library to see Mandela Barnes on Thursday night. I think my mind is made up.  I want someone from Milwaukee in the Governor's mansion. Milwaukee is the heart of this state.  I am really scared about this election but I want Mandela to win and even if he doesn't win the primary, I'll vote for the candidate that the state picks.  I want us to win.

I'm just interested in making life more affordable right now than getting followers.  Insert eye roll emoji.  

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