Yes, it is hard to say where I would get millions of dollars when I cannot do anything without running afould of the Catto-Hobby-Lobby-Green Monstrosity. After a simple choice to work in journalism, suddenly I find them accusing me of trying to get to them, because they owned some newspaper in Houston. Oh, I did not know that. Since when do I care about reconnecting to the snarky people from 9th grade? How do they even know what I am doing for work anyway? What if I wanted to disconnect and/or stay off their radar screen? They never do anything helpful anyway. Just moving to Siberia or somewhere remote might not solve this problem.
Monday, April 28, 2025
Which Reminds Me
