Best Laid Plans

I took yesterday and today off. Had great plans.

First off was to get out on the hotrod and straighten some roads. But I made the mistake of turning on my work laptop to see if they had shipped my new machine. Turns out they did. It was due before 1pm.

No problem. FedEx usually posts at or around noon. I can shift my plans. Can’t run until they show though – the package needs a signature. Can’t bring Winston’s poop sample to the vet until then either. So I mowed the lawn and farted around. Dude didn’t post until 2.

That gave me two hours to drop the sample, hit the store, run, then shower before meeting the Girl for a date.

BTW – damn thing showed up in a well re-used box. What’s supposed to be in it is a Dell i7 of some sort. My company has a habit of recycling shit laptops. I’m nearly certain it won’t be anything near the Thinkpad X1 carbon I enjoy now. I don’t even want to open it.

I set it aside. My time off was already swirling down the drain. I need to pop by the range up north of here to check it out. It appears to be the only one that isn’t an invite only thing anywhere near.

This morning, Karmelo Anthony’s mother was mewling on the radio about wanting to be left be. Apparently she’s getting heat for what her son did. Let’s start here. He said he did it. He said why. There’s apparently video and gobs of witnesses.

You can say you’re sorry. You can say you didn’t mean it. You can say you didn’t think it would kill him. But you can’t say you didn’t do it. Mostly because you said you did. In the meantime:

• Bail was lowered and he was sprung.
• They’ve hired slipandfall lawyers and race hustlers.
• They have a growing gofundme
• They’ve moved to a high end neighborhood
• And apparently are selling merch.

I dunno. I guess it’s just me. But I’d expect some sort of contrition or remorse.

Maybe a sense of shame. She didn’t do it. But she raised the monster that did. They appear to be capitalizing on the bones of a dead high school kid. Most find that kind of thing shameful and are, rightly, disgusted.

I saw a tweet or post by a contributor to his fund (That appears to have vanished) that said if it were her (that was asked to leave the tent) She’d have had to shut her mouth and leave. God bless the boy for sticking up for himself.

Yeah. No shit. Because that’s what’s expected when you are found out when you crash a party. Most people in the world understand that if you are where you don’t belong or weren’t invited, and are asked to leave, whether it’s a polite waiter or a bouncer with heavy hands on your shoulders doing the asking, you do the my-bad-no-harm-no-foul airforce salute, shut your mouth, and walk away.

I need to grab the bike and do some road straightening therapy before the rain comes in.