recent comments in the robot shop:
“so when is (Missus Zombie) going to be able to provide more guidance on programming?”
ZRM: “(Wife Sublime) is now in a shallow grave in our backyard, so that won’t be happening”
Sparky: “Having several married friends, I will not remark on that, and did not hear it.”
Uncomfortable chuckles from about half of those present.
—fifteen minutes later, when Wife Sublime walks into the shop, half the group cheers, the other half break into relieved laughter.
I have a SPECIAL sense of humor.
In other news, I continue to resist the constant nihilistic impulses of the bloggerhood, and work to improve my city and neighborhoods:
These townhouses will be rented by blue-collar, moderate income families in the Bronzeville district, predominantly African American.
My favorite part of this is that as I drive to these various buildings (14 sites in this phase), views of the buildings are seen between the existing buildings in the area, and they fit in wonderfully.
It is possible to work in your own community to make things better. It may not be possible to make a living at it, but “everything is fucked up and getting worse” is not a given.