Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 14, 2018
• Maybe it was the long-expected death of Sears, maybe it was the nine-year anniversary of my best friend dying, maybe it was the first nip of the coming winter… I found myself really blue this week.
• I don’t really care about Sears closing. Such is life. Adapt or die. It did a century of a quarter on this earth. That’s not bad. What is too bad is that none of the proprietors of the businesses it destroyed in the late 19th and early 20th centuries were around to see its comeuppance. Not like the way so many small video store owners saw Blockbuster get its ass handed to it when Netflix and streaming came to be.
• A bath is like a love affair: A bath does not need be red hot to be enjoyed; but it can never be enjoyed if it cools down.
• If you begin a comment on a website or social media thread with profanity in ALL CAPS, you’ve washed out whatever reasonable point that followed. It’s the same as standing up and screaming “BULLSHIT!” at the top of your lungs during a conversation in person. No one wants to listen to a person who would be so rude.
• All things god and terrible begin with great conversations in a dark bar with a generous bartender.
• Go ahead and call her horseface, buddy. You fucked her.
