Tuesday morning coffee klatch.

Good day, friends. Pour yourself a cup, and steady your mind for whatever drivel is about to spill forth.

Firstly, I hope your this past week has been less garbage than mine, though after weeks and weeks of discussion, drafts, and execution, a campaign I've been working on with Chrome Industries has finally come to its conclusion. I think we first began meeting about this in early September, and I was a bit luke warm on it as I wasn't entirely sure what the ultimate plan was. However, the more we chatted and the more I worked, the further along it evolved, and what I ended up submitting I think I'm pretty happy with. 

I don't have any idea what their timeline is or specifically what they're going to do with the work I've done. All I knew was what my deadline was and despite all of the various shenanigans that have befallen my particular corner of the world, I met it. Now it's up to Chrome to make it look pretty.

And having spent some time on the Chrome site for the first time in a bit, I've developed some heart eyes for the Barrage Pro;

And see that little mole skin pad in the side pocket? That's where all my notes for Revolting live.

Do I need another bag? Absolutely not. Would I very much like one because messenger bags have so many buckles and straps and pockets, and they're like transformer robots you carry on tour back? Yes, absolutely. I'm gonna see if I might could take delivery of one of these beauts, and put it up against my beloved Dank and Trash Bags and see how it stacks up.

Moving along, perhaps we'd like to take a dip into the mail bag and see what George has been up to;

"Try not to ruin somebody’s perfect day tonight asshole."

Some folks here might remember George. He's been emailing me periodically since the early 2000s, and he always has some fodder to share.

He included an audio clip of him playing acoustic guitar and singing 'Perfect Day' by Lou Reed, as well as a few clips of him happily riding a mountain bike and him saying "OOOOHHH, YEAH", but I can't include those. You'll just have to take my word for it.

And I think his initial directive was job number three related, which compels me to post a pretty funny exchange we had between a customer who we'll call 'Ashleigh', and the fella who owns the bar where said third job occurs.

It's wordy, but so worth the time;

And the response;

(For what it's worth, the part about firing the entire staff was my idea).

Then, our poor, entitled, and delusional maiden clapped back, only this time without the aide of Chat GPT, or whatever it's called;

Oh Ashleigh. You dumb sack of shit.

Also, the whole 'be a man' response is so impossibly gutless, and in my opinion warrants exactly zero response. One of my bartenders replied to the whole kerfuffle like so;

"I would have to say, saying "be a man" is very un-woke of her and not very progressive at all. Well, at least to my knowledge  because it enforces rigid traditional gender roles and subtly invalidates a person's emotional reality.

While often intended as a standard motivational phrase or causal remark, it carries underlying biases about how men are "supposed" to act.Other examples "Walk it off" or "man up". It's a micro-aggression, and I hate micro-aggressions."

This is also the bartender that if push came to shove, I would most likely bet would reach across the bar and with one hand choke somebody out.

We are a many-varied group at the tavern, but one thing we don't do either collectively or as individuals is take shit from anyone.

I would also like to note that I wasn't the door person in question. I was in back bartending, questioning my life's choices, and quietly swallowing an ever-present rage just like I do any other night. 

Let's see... What else do we have?

Ah yes, the much anticipated 252nd episode of the Revolting podcast;

Now that we're all jacked up on caffeine, the only response that's reasonable is to give up and go back to bed.