Hell, I don't know.

  I'm not going to dick around with this today.

 A little insight on My Day. I usually get up sometime between 7 a.m. and 9 a.m. if I haven't stayed up all night. First breakfast, and then any last looks that Actual Paying Work might need. If there's none of that, it's a news bath until right around noon. Then I take a nap until 2 or 3 p.m., whereupon I go to the gym for an hour. Upon coming home, me and Otis spend some time outside walking the property until it's time for supper. Interspersed there's another news bath, and either I'll play some games or watch some movies or read until I fall asleep, usually around 2 a.m. There's also a good possibility of at least one more nap thrown into all that because I like naps.

 I said all that to say all this. I've been letting the Gibberish slide too much lately. Well, I've been letting everything slide too much, but this especially. I'll think to myself, "I'll have something to write about later this evening," only to forget and not think of it until 5 a.m.

 So, here we are filling up space during the post-walk, pre-supper news bath. And for the record, a "news bath" is a concept taken from Frank Zappa. He'd spend his afternoons clicking between various television news programs. I don't watch television news if I can help it, so my news bath is internet sources. I'm sure Frank would understand.

 Anyhow. While I don't get as much feedback as I'd like, I do get some. Mostly clicks and the occasional like, and that's fine. Once in a while, I'll get an email or a comment. Nothing heavy, just some variation of "I agree" or "I didn't know that, thanks." The latter is what I'm going for, but it's all nice.

 However, and this always comes from Tumblr, I get some utter nonsense. The News posts automatically to Tumblr and once in a while I get some dopey comment from someone who obviously didn't read past the opening paragraph that's repeated on Tumblr, and they decide to get cute. Now, I'm not going to try to figure out why Tumblr is like it is, but I do want to note that I've gotten complete silly shit from gun worshippers, reasonable liberals, and soi-disant socialists, but they all have one thing in common.

 They didn't read the whole piece. Y'all, read the whole piece or at least read the whole section because I do sometimes break it up. But read the whole piece, I beg you. Just because I criticize mass shooters doesn't mean I'm anti-gun. Just because I question what Nancy Pelosi's trying to do doesn't mean I think she's the font of all political evil. Just because I wonder about leftists' actions having any effect doesn't mean I'm hippie punching. And so on. Read the whole piece, kids, or leave me alone.

 And so much for all that. I caught an entertaining flick last night on Tubi called The Night Watchmen. In short, a group of titular night watchmen and a reporter have to survive a night in a newspaper office filled with vampires which are led by a popular television clown. It's a horror-comedy with a Shaun of the Dead sort of thing going. It's pretty witty, isn't too gory, there aren't too many cringe-inducing moments, and it's fairly well-made all together. Check it out.