SuperGurl

Don’t shit your celly, my monkey love, but I’m back. Do I still sicken you? I don’t know. Do I misser you? Baby, like mad.

What a hiatus it’s been! There has been no improvement in the equilibrium guzzle suckage at work. Highs and lows. Busts and bottoms. Volatility and confusion. Systemic risk. Scary times? Hairy times. Let me tell you about my cousin Larry times.

Do you think it’s possible that we’ve merely suffered an extreme negative demand shock? There was this surreal moment in time, back when Paulson and his posse were asking for the money at gunpoint, that everything just got weird. That week, I saw a slovenly family of troll people loading their pick-up with gallons of water and industrial bags of rice at the grocery store. Locally, bullets and batteries were stressed often among friends. And people seemed scarce in general, not wanting to gloat about their capitalistic tendencies anymore, ghost towns erupted like rabid cancers from within. Across the fruited plains and purple plunging mountain charts, people cowered together and triaged their assets, though too many bled out.

And I know it’s most popular to pretend this has never happened before, but it has. Kind of often, in fact. It reminds me of the year two thousand bug chaos, especially the anticipatory period which spawned a proliferation of cult variety fanatics, long on conspiracy but short on logic. I’m seeing a selfsame proliferation now. Not that it means it’s over, no way. I don’t know when that blessed day might come. Only that the pendulum has swung, negative gee!

But my blog works! Which means I will be available to talk you in off the ledge or give you a push, whatever it is you truly need. Welcome back to prozac, polarrhoids, and thanks once again for the wild ride.

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