Dispatches From the Fortress – Day 192

Last night's earthquake in L.A. felt…oddly appropriate. After the day some of us had — mine was rough in ways unrelated to politics — you just know lots of people were sitting, looking through the news and wondering, "How could things be worse?" And then came the tremor. No reports of damage and certainly none here but if ever there was a time we didn't need those moments of anxiety…

Seems to me this whole Supreme Court thing could go many ways. If just a few more Senate Republicans refuse to go along with it, it goes one way. If Biden says that if elected, he'll expand the court and appoint X number of new justices, it might go another. If Trump nominates his son Eric or maybe even a dachshund puppy…or if Dems can stall, stall, stall…

But in the end, it all comes down to Abortion…and when does it not in this country? It's the biggest One Issue for One Issue Voters and one where some voters who accept they're in the minority feel they're enforcing God's Will so it's perfectly fine to cheat to win. I think a certain amount of Trump's appeal to some voters is that they think he will cheat to win and that's fine with them.

And I'm going to try to not think about all this or post about it over this weekend.


To answer a question that several folks have asked in e-mails: I do not know if Janet Waldo's voice tracks as Judy for The Jetsons: The Movie still exist or if anyone knows where they are. There's an awful lot of stuff in Hanna-Barbera history which was lost for years and years before someone stumbled across it in some warehouse…and there's plenty that remains unfound. I also don't know if Tiffany's contract creates legal problems with putting Janet's voice back where it belonged or if anyone would think to check to see if it did.

Every time I get a delivery from a restaurant or a market, some app asks me to rate the delivery person. It often seems unfair to me because, for example, if the order came egregiously late, I don't know if the delivery guy or gal was the reason. Maybe my pizza was delayed because the pizza-maker was way behind or outside smoking. Maybe my groceries were tardy because the dispatcher was late in dispatching. And often, my complaint is clearly not with the deliverer but with the company. But the people who run the company rarely ask you to rate the company…just the minimum-wage, easily-replaceable worker.

Have a good weekend, people. I'm sure gonna try.