The Occasional Solipsist

I got around to watching Sharkwater tonight, a documentary about the billion dollar shark finning industry that is quickly reducing the world's shark populations to almost nothing, all so that people can feel privileged to eat shark fin soup. Privileged? Really? And bad enough that anyone buys this stuff and supports an enterprise that has people out murdering sharks for their soup, but what kind of douchebag actually wants to do that for a living? I mean who grows up thinking, 'Wow I can't wait to be an active participant in wiping out not just a species, but an entire family of species'?

The result of watching this flick was similar in experience to what happened after I watched An Inconvenient Truth, except now I want to chum the water with shark harvesters instead of with Global Warming Deniers. Now that I think about it, I bet if we feed both groups to the sharks, we could solve a nice pile of the world's problems at once. Hmm, who else would I put on that list? Fundies. Conservatives. Maybe even Steelers fans.

Speaking of Steelers fans, I am having a couple of buddies over tomorrow to join me for this week's Entire Sunday of NFL Football, an old habit I've rekindled that, with the exception of getting to see my wife and kid more, is the single best thing about the new day job. When I was on shift work, I'd end up either working or sleeping through the Entire Sunday of NFL Football, so now I get to spend all day like every other schlub, usually drinking, sometimes cooking something that takes all day, but always watching football all day.

Labels: everything else, family, rants

I started my new job this week, and after a bit of the obligatory 'ok, so now what' ing that happens when you begin a job you're not familiar with, I have a reasonable handle on what its going to be like and what's going to be expected of me. Or at least I think I do, and that equals roughly the same thing.

Labels: family, work