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I finally finished reading the library book I was reading yesterday, the biography Carrie Fisher: A Life on the Edge. I wrote its blurb as the first entry into the 2020 "Book Log" today, which won't get posted until the end of December. I'll tell you I give it a solid B. Good enough for me, not enough for me to recommend, unless you are a Carrie Fisher completist. It's much more fun to read or hear her own words about her life. I got home from work, after detouring to the Central Library downtown location to return the book, and immediately watched the 2010 HBO special of her one-woman show Wishful Drinking. Honestly, it was a much better experience as my most recent exposure to her than her outtake footage from The Force Awakens awkwardly shoehorned into the massively misguided narrative of The Rise of Skywalker. It's already been three years since she died, incidentally; the HBO special was nearly a decade ago, but was still not that long before she died—six years. Her story is a pretty unique mix of the delightful and the tragic.
I cooked up some rice with peas and coconut flakes, to have with leftover sambar for dinner. Luckily, I filled two lunch boxes of my own before Shobhit even called to ask that I add more water to it, and far more importantly, before Shobhit went to add salt after he got home from work, and accidentally poured way too much of it out of the wrong side of the lid. Oh well!
I might have gone for watching some TV with Shobhit in the living room, but he was all about the news programs discussing results of the New Hampshire primary. With Amy Klobuchar's unexpected surge into third place, Shobhit has already sent a donation to her campaign. I told Shobhit I would much rather contribute to Elizabeth Warren's campaign, and he said he thinks Warren is done. I think it's far too early in the primary process to count her out, but I must admit I am inching ever closer to the idea that even though she aligns with my values in virtually every aspect, that perhaps—like Bernie Sanders, who I really don't want to get the nomination—that actually makes her too radical to be the person best positioned to beat President Fuckwit in November. And after seeing Klobuchar in a couple of the debates, I would actually be very happy with her clearly reasoned approach to everything. And it certainly won't hurt that she comes from the Midwest.
Still, assuming Warren is still in the game when the Washington State caucuses happen, I will likely caucus for her. Calling her too radical to win would be, I think, just as naïve as when we all called President Fuckwit too much of a joke to win, and she is who I like best. But, whoever is the nominee, I might contribute to that person's campaign once that is established. Because all that matters is that President Fuckwit gets removed from office. The damage he has done in just one term cannot be overstated; we don't want that actually doubled (and, in terms of the Judiciary, it's all over for this country after that). It's probably even more of a pipe dream to get a Democratic majority Senate in this year's election, in which case Fuckwit could be impeached yet again even if he does win reelection. But for now, I'm actually nursing that particular pipe dream.
Anyway. I went ahead and just watched the Leslie Jones comedy special back in the bedroom, while I spent time reorganizing my Outlook email folders. I don't know what the fuck I did or how I made this happen, but I discovered when I got to work that all those new folders I created in my new Outlook are visible on my online Comcast account, which was new; I'm now wondering if I have inadvertently moved my email archives from my computer to Comcast servers, and if so then will they stay there? And weirdly, suddenly all the emails I had in my inbox are not visible online. What the fuck? So I have some new things to figure out there.
[posted 12:32 pm]