In examining my conversations with people today (and right now it’s only 2:20, who the hell knows what else will happen today?), a terrible portrait emerges. An obsession with a former local politician. Terrible social media behavior. Petty jealousy of a friend. An inability to converse in actual language. My parents warned me that TV rots your brain, here’s proof.
9:18 AM: In a conversation regarding the possible Valley Fever affliction of a disgraced former San Francisco politician, Rita sends me the below:
9:28 AM: Spokesperson for the San Francisco District Attorney, Alex Bastian, uses the phrase “ED JEW IS BACK” (incidentally, the same disgraced politician mentioned above) in an email Thursday night. Of course, this puts the song “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” in my head all night and into this morning. I announce this angrily, linking to this video (which I have watched six times today. Take that, neighbors who only listen to classical music!):
11:41 AM: Investigator at San Francisco Office of Citizen Complaints Brent Begin makes a directed-at-me allusion to a notorious moment in SF history, in which a political consultant’s birthday reportedly involved sodomy with a bottle of JD. How do I respond in a circumspect way (after all, my parents and young nephew use twitter), yet indicate that I got, and appreciate, Begin’s joke?, I asked myself. I settled on this:
12:58 PM: A friend details the perfectly legal (I’m not being sarcastic, it really is) way she is able to collect paychecks and unemployment benefits at the same time. As opposed to responding with happiness for her good fortune, I send her the following: