Incoherent Ramblings

I don't have a whole lot to say these days. I guess I walk around in state of general discontent at the things I see that are wrong, but I'm not so sure that it really matters. I feel like Walter from the movie "The Big Lebowski" when he loses it and draws a pistol on his friend for allowing his toe to slip over the line during a bowling match. "Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one who gives a shit about the rules? Mark it zero!" I'm mad, but not mad enough to take real steps to change anything, so it feels a bit hypocritical to bitch too much in this somewhat anonymous forum. If I really cared I would get some skin in the game and go change something. Instead I insulate myself as well as I can by making preparations for "when the shit hits the fan" completely ignoring the shit smell coming from the fan already...I guess it will take turds being physically flung into my face to really get my attention. Maybe by then it will be too late.