Good morning! Things at Fangs and Clause Central are rocketing back to normal. No more traveling, visitors, or having people do dishes for me for at least another few weeks. With normalcy comes a few points of irritation.
1. I fucking hate nostalgia. It’s fine to look back, but keep your “wasn’t it better when we could use rotary telephones, ride a bike in a creek, and get whupped, and we still turned out okay” to yourself. You were probably posting it from your fucking smart phone, asshole.
1a. I fucking hate that the Confederate flag is nostalgia. The number of times I’ve seen a Confederate flag next to an American flag here in the North just shows how ignorant people are of actual history. I learned today that flying the stars and bars came back into style in 1961. Because that is an enlightened year in history that we should all aspire to repeat. I guess we’re repeating it anyway.
2. I fucking hate the fact that the last mystery story I read had five glaring typos. These weren’t the kind of thing only a copyeditor were notice, these were the kinds of err[rs that loo k like thise.
2a. Hire me, goddamnit.
3. I fucking hate that no one will do anything about access to guns. I am not against guns in principle. But a background check should be fucking necessary. Let’s all talk about flags instead rather than making actual change.
What do you hate today?