Jonestown. Fucking brr.
Don’t be following me, either. When people start following me, I feel like Galadriel in Lord of the Rings and Frodo’s just offered me the fucking One Ring. That’s okay, lil’ hobbit, I prefer to merely live out my span and fade away. As someone once said:
Do not follow me, for I may not lead.
Do not lead me, for I may not follow.
Go over there somewhere.
Fortunately, I’ve got the remedy for the Jonestown Brr that PBS just put on me. Now watching: Sir! No Sir!
Update, midnightish: Hell, it seems to be documentary night here at Aardvark HQ. Now watching: July
Q: “Are you going to the demonstration or the carnival?”
A: “The government’s not going to change. Why not relax and enjoy the carnival?”
Or, you know, drink the Kool-Aid.