After some Christmas shopping, I swung by a comedy club and met up with some friends, including the apologetic buddy from a previous blog entry who explained how his joke misfired into an apparent indictment of my writing. No worries, cancer boy, if you ever see this bloggity bullshit.

So, I had some beers, saw another comedy friend’s band and watched people dancing to music from the 80s I didn’t particularly care for when it was new.

The good part is I came home to a hot shower (:!:) and an email from the guy who watches out for this kind of thing for me. He sent me this link, written by this woman.

Yeah, sister is fighting the good fight and becoming a hero of mine. Rock on.

I hope as individuals and collectively we keep fighting on. And, I suppose it’s just a weird coincidence of cyberspace that the ACLU spoke for more than a little bit to someone I know about workers’ privacy rights versus a code of law that favors businesses and employers by a giant margin. Once you read some of the law, it’s pretty fucking amazing how many more things big brother has going for him than you do.

I guess my big regret is spending 15+ years tangled up in the peculiar blues of the not for profit world.