No, I haven't been neglecting you, dear Blog Audience. I've been working on a script but, more important, I've been configuring the software for the new version of this blog which will debut around or about the time they drop that big ball in Times Square. What's here won't change much from your vantage point — a slight redesign for cosmetic purposes — but the new software will make life easier on my end. None of the old postings will go away, though they may be offline for a week or two during the transition.
Yesterday (well, Saturday), I had to go out to the valley and my route took me past Hollywood Boulevard and Highland Avenue, one of the great bottleneck traffic-jamming intersections on this planet. Making things more snarly than usual was a huge protest demonstration with people yelling and waving signs.
What were they protesting? I haven't the foggiest. Though the glacier-like flow of autos past them enabled me to watch the protest for three or four minutes, I have no idea what their crusade was about. The chanting was unintelligible. The signs were either illegible or hopelessly vague. One said, "Action now!" Another said, "We Won't Take It Any Longer!" If not for the fact that the signs had 3rd grade penmanship, I'd have suspected someone had ordered a set of generic picket signs, guaranteed to fit any strike, outburst or demonstration.
I felt bad for them. They were out there all day making a passioned effort for their cause, one I wholeheartedly support…
…or not. I have no idea. Maybe I should be glad they weren't getting their message across.