It is now 2021, and not to brag, but I was asleep by 11pm last night. And when I woke up this morning, I went for a jog. But that was only after I amused myself with a back-and-forth for more than 20 minutes on the company Twit account before 6am with somebody who was very upset about the LA Times running an Op-Ed about renaming a couple mountaintops in the LA Basin after folks who weren’t racist fucks. There were quite a few people to focus on in that thread. The Proud Boy who whined about soy boys was my second choice. The first choice was a dude who bitched about Presentism. Which doesn’t seem to be a word, but apparently means the LA Times, as a newspaper, isn’t supposed to run Op-Eds that he disagrees with.

So turning a new leaf doesn’t really mean becoming a new person, at least for Sole Member.

Social media is a drag, and unfortunately a necessary evil. This blog piece, for example, is social media. I am using it to make myself seem somewhat enjoyable so that you, the reader and potential customer, feels good about maybe purchasing a deck of cards. (I also want you to waste your time here for no other reason than maybe bookmarking the site to read future blog pieces, for which this may be a self-defeating purpose.) Of course there’s a difference between posting pieces of possible interest and cruising the Twit machine and using some fightin’ words.

For what it’s worth, the guy I argued with was having a hard time not projecting his shallow qualities. His first comment was that I was drunk. Then I had autism. He retweeted to his followers and casually referred to me as a female. None of this detracted from the fact that he lost his mind because I posted this about his original comment:

I didn’t even make that. I grabbed it off of the Twit machine one day to use it for a special moment. And apparently, it worked.

The point of this blog piece is that there is no point to this blog piece, just like there is no point to anything on Twitter other than to waste one’s time getting into arguments with people who have a real hard time facing the day. At least when you waste your time here on, you’re getting some fresh, top-of-the-head material written by a stoner.

Welcome to the future. The future is now.