I was torn this morning about what to write about.
I wanted to write about the Digital Trolls, as I call them. Nitwit nihilists who seem to want to destroy all that's standing for some rarefied gleaming digital future.
I'm perfectly willing the argue the future of books versus e-books, but why the hate?
I wanted to write about the Occupy Wall Street movement, and how I'm only surprised that it took this long and I hope it keeps going and I don't really care if there are announced objectives -- the simple fact that they are protesting and they are on Wall Street is enough for me.
I wanted to write about a couple of local businesses both large (Jeld-wen) and small ( a restaurant who I won't name) are possible examples of overreach. Jeld-wen has unloaded it's resorts, and stopped sponsoring golf tournaments (to me the very heights of narcissism) and have essentially been taken over by another company.
I wanted to write about the the New DC 52 and how crazy I've been reordering them and how I'm very unlikely to actually make much money from the sales but I will have a good solid section of comics worth reading and that's worth something.
I wanted to write about how I've taken the increase in business in September as a green light to order everything in sight and how the last two days have been really slow which makes me nervous but at least I'll have plenty of material to sell and yes, it was slow the two days after a downtown event and no, I don't know why.
I wanted to write about how stupid I must be because I can't figure out why you would spend 229,813 on solar panels for the Bend Garage that would save 3000 a year and thus pay for themselves in --- oh, 77 years.
Then again, being offered 400,000 in grant money to do it, why wouldn't you?
But instead, I'm not going to write about any of them...
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