Thursday’s Sombrero, Robot Dude Two, Light Beige Skin Tone, Pronouns V, and Vag

“Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. However, I have a few I can give you if you’re at a loss.”
— Seanan McGuire 

Knock, knock, who’s there? Thursday? Hey man, welcome; Death Wish Coffee is on the counter; let me take your sombrero and sit with me whilst I make some morning soup. Wednesday was here yesterday; she said to tell you hi; she’s a good girl, a little humpy at times, but I’m sure you know her better than I.

We had a good day yesterday; we worked around the house; I got my email cleaned up, down to 10 in my inbox; those need future attention; I like a clean email inbox.  My wife has a different approach; she has roughly a billion emails in her inbox, which helps her find things more accessible, to each to their own.

I took PVHT for a walk and then headed to meet my friend Matt with some vinyl love and a copy of my book.  I picked a random Christmas Album box set.  We met at the Dugout; it was good to see him.  The album I chose to give him was one his parents had when he was a child, that was cool, and then we had a lovely catch-up (and mustard) conversation.  It had been a hot minute since we last connected. 

He has been busy designing some open-source code for a local non-profit. In addition, he has retired from his job, asking to be reassigned within his company to help better manage assets to serve the community, company, and people. I enjoy talking to intelligent people, dummies are ok, but I do prefer the sharper tools in the shed.

I enjoyed a nice bowl of chili; the food at the Dugout is pretty good.  Matt asked for broccoli, but they didn’t have it, so he has the tots.  He attempted to eat healthily, so he got a pass on the tots.  The tots there are tasty as well.  We chatted for an hour, I handed him my book, we hugged goodbye, and I walked home.

My wife decided yesterday was the day she would paint the ceiling in our bathroom in between meetings, mission accomplished, and then she worked around the house.  I unpacked our new robot, we have a robot in CO to clean the floors, and as I was getting ready for our gathering last Saturday, I noticed it might be nice to have one here constantly scanning our floors; Robot Dude Indy is now operational and will be cleaning at 4:00 p.m. every day.   

My new role in the company is that of recruiter; we lost one of our team members to focus more on her family; we have a family-first mentality, so I went to our bevy of qualified candidates and set up an interview.  We now run an ad virtually to let people know we always want to add new A-players to our team.  Yesterday, the young lady was on the East Coast, ten years of experience, unhappy in her current company.  Our next step is to do some deep-dive testing to verify she will fit our culture; our first conversation went well; I like her we will see how the process goes.

As business owners, we now have to go on offense to secure and procure the best talent in the marketplace.  As a young man, I would prospect for clients; as an older man, I now mine for talent; it’s similar but different.  I use a mixture of Loom and our incoming resumes; I’m building a deep bench always to have a deep talent pool as we grow or need to upgrade.  Right now, we have a solid team, but we are growing, and it’s nice to be ready to slot in another rock star.

We live in a time of blaming others, trying to find a reason for each event that occurs.  I woke up to a news story that the mother of the Michigan school shooter had sent a letter to a former president praising him for his approach to gun laws.  Is that news?   A woman that is in favor of the second amendment sent a letter to a former President?  I guess the intent was to lay some blame at his feet; the media apparatus are proving themselves unreliable to the Nth degree.  We live in a time of selective journalism; you are only told the facts that fit their narrative.

I found a new little life hack.  They sell Liquid IV, which helps hydration, but most of the ones I’ve seen have a lot of sugar. So I found on Amazon some with no sugar, and let me tell you, they work.  I got some watermelon flavor, and when I wake up, the first thing I do is get a large can of Liquid Death Water. I then fill up my Yeti, use the ice from our new ice maker, and pour in a packet of Liquid IV The immediacy of the change of state is noticeable; try it today.

My wife is still in bed, as is my pup; it’s a quiet morning here; I’ll work here until 10:00, then head up for a celebration of life for one of my long-time clients and friends.  He’s not dead; hell, he’s not even sick, but why do we wait until someone passes to celebrate their life?  As I head back home, I will attend an event of business owners looking to help others manage these strange times.  I’ll give a little input before coming home and loving on my bride.

We will be seeing the Foo Fighters in Denver this year; my friend Dr. Kent scored some tickets on Monday, thanks Doc!  I think he got 16th row.  If you have never attended a Foo show, might I recommend the experience even if you don’t like the Foos or loud, fantastic rock music? It’s the Barnum and Baily show of our times.  Dave and the boys are hitting on all cylinders, and you never know what to expect.  In addition to their deep catalog, you might hear a Zeppelin cover or maybe a Bee Gee’s song thrown in for good measure.  They will sell out every stadium they play; get your tickets now!

Well, thank you for stopping by, Thursday is heading out, and I’m sure you have better things to do than read the words of a man that today is identifying as dark beige, and my pronouns are Vag and Vagi. So tomorrow, I’m going to try out P and Pen; I love our ability to simply choose our pronouns based on our mood of the day. So peace be with you, your beautiful friends, and also the Ugs.  We all have Ugly friends; we keep them around to help make us feel better about our inadequacies.

“Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. I have a few I can give you, if you’re at a loss.”
— Seanan McGuire