Just Another Day in Paradise

Back on the chain gang


It was my anniversary today. No, not my blog anniversary. My anniversary at work. I’ve been with the Soul-Sucking Mega-Corporation, Inc. for 12 years now. I didn’t realize it had been that long. It seemed much longer.

When I got to the office this morning there was an email from the receptionist. It was sent to everybody in our little sphere of the organization. No sense bothering corporate, they wouldn’t know me from Adam. It said I started working there 12 years ago today. Hmm, news to me.

This anniversary email thing is a new bit. It came in with the last reorganization. When I started you would get some actual verbal recognition from an officer of the company at a quarterly employee meeting. Now you get an email. This was the first work anniversary that I remember since the new email anniversary recognition scheme was enacted.

Apparently, the drill is for everyone to forward the anniversary email to the person who is being recognized so that their inbox overflows with emails the have the same subject line, each with a little impersonal message that needs answering. There was the barrage of forwards to me, some from people I work with and know well, some from people I don’t know and have never seen, except in those little Lync avatars. The corporate level avatars look like professional glamour shots. Mine looks like a mug shot. I spent the first hour this morning digging out.

In my 12 years with Soul-Sucking Mega-Corporation, Inc. there has been three reorganizations. You can read about one here. We’re about to embark on the 4th, or so it seems. The Head Mahout just announced he’s not going to reenlist after his contract expires. This announcement should make the business press happy, so the stock price should bounce up, and he can cash out his stock options on the upside and float happily away on his golden parachute.

I, on the other hand, will dig in for my next 12 years. That should come sometime around the 8th reorganization, give or take. That’s two quartets of reorganizations. I guess that’s actually an octet, right? Woohoo!

A Most Inefficient System

Explaining the 2016 U.S. elections to Commander Data


COMMANDER DATA stands next to the empty Captain’s chair observing stars whizzing by on the forward viewing screen. The bridge is alive with the usual Star Trek bustle. RUDYBLUES materializes, transporter style, on the other side of the Captain’s chair.


data2Hello, Mr. rudyblues. Thank you for responding to our request signal once again.


Yeah, hey, no problem Commander Data. I saw the episode of you writing cat poetry again and I figured you needed to see me, so I zipped right over.


Thank you for using your WordPress time travel powers again to join me here to discuss the 2016 elections in the United States. We find your society’s system of governance most fascinating.


You’re welcome, Commander Data. Man, I can never get over this. I’m on the bridge of the USS Enterprise! Woohoo! Imagine if they could see me now back at C2E2!

RUDYBLUES reaches for a multi-colored touchpad on the arm of the Captain’s chair.



Man, I can never get over all these gadgets. What’s this one do?


(Reaching to keep RUDYBLUES from the touchpad)

Please, Mr. rudyblues, I must ask you to remember to refrain from touching any of the gadgets, as you call them. Your curiosity is understandable, but it is also most inadvisable. That controls the forward weapons banks. I do not think you wish to launch a photon torpedo at this time.

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The Week That Was: March 19, 2018 – March 25, 2018

Chipping away at the intertubes, one week at a time

A review of the past week’s mayhem from Rudy’s Ruminations.

Whoa! Holy cow! Another week has gone by, gentle reader(s)! Just like that. The clean up here is just getting started, but it’s time to roll out another round of Rudy’s Rumination Roundup, better known (really?) as “The Week That Was.” That’s where we bring you those nifty stats thingies for this week. And the week’s heavy hitting (again, really?) posts, as determined by you lovely reader(s). Go reader(s)! Go reader(s)!


Plus a special spotlight dance for one of my beloved follower(s). Most of them don’t need the spotlight. They’re dancing just fine without my unsolicited plug. I’m just hoping some of the light will reflect back. I’m humbled when they read. I’m even more humbled when they follow, for gosh sakes. So please, go visit. You never know, it might be life-changing. Nothing life-changing ever happens here. Believe me, it’s my life. What else do you have to do right now? You’re reading this, aren’t you? I rest my case.

So let’s go! Come on, click the little “Read more ruminating” link. Remember, the longest journey begins with but one step. So, follow me below the fold, for gosh sakes!

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I Can’t Swallow That

No, it’s not what you think

What can that mean?

It could mean I hate “that”, like some terrible tasting food or foul drink, and I won’t allow it to pass down my throat.

Or I could have a sore throat, and the act of contracting my esophagus to move “that” from my mouth down my throat is so uncomfortable that I can’t perform the act.

Is “that” something that is unwelcome, or perhaps insulting, and I refuse to tolerate it any longer?

Maybe “that” is a lie, a fib, a tall tale, and I’m just not going to believe it.

Perhaps “that” is something I want to say, but shouldn’t, but I’m not going to suppress my feelings any longer.

As I was about to swallow the last swallow of water in the glass, the swallow swooped down from the cloud that had swallowed it and swallowed the bee that was causing me to swallow hard in fear.

No wonder English is so hard to learn. My kingdom for a synonym!

Just Another Face in the Crowd

The kid’s are alright

I think many of us want to be a “face”, in the 1960’s British “Mod” subculture sense of the term. In 1960’s England, a face was a right proper Mod; the right fashion sense, the right scooter, the right taste in music. A face was recognized on sight as such in the Mod subculture. A particularly good Mod was an ace face. Maybe even THE ace face.

Mod Vespa, photo by Paul Stevenson.

That desire for recognition that the faces in the Mod subculture displayed could also be attributed, at least in part, to social class. Many of the seminal Mods were working-class male youth, whose semi-skilled manual labor or low-paying white-collar clerical jobs did not offer much professional prestige. After hours social recognition made up for a lack of professional recognition.

Humans can crave recognition, just like humans can crave sweets or narcotics. The “rush” some get out of recognition comes from the same physiological phenomenon as any addiction, the release of endorphins in the brain. We’re hardwired to repeat these endorphin producing behaviors. It feels good, so we do it.

We can all recognize a modern face. Some are like the mods from the 1960’s, the right clothes, the right car, the right house, the right schools. Some seek their recognition through other means, such as social media status. If your anonymous Twitter account has lots of followers, you’re recognized. I recently came across the social-media marketing term “micro-influencers,” for those social media users who aren’t widely known but who are faces in their limited spheres.

Even if you’re faceless, you can still be a face.

Throwback Thursday – March 22, 2018

All the content with half the work!

Greetings to all my Esteemed Reader(s). It’s rudyblues here, back with another edition of  Throwback Thursday! That time of the week when we meander most merrily down Memory Lane to meet a morsel from the mists of time.

ThrowbackThursdayThrowback Thursday is a recurring feature here at Rudy’s Ruminations, much to the consternation of all involved. The reputed intention is reacquainting you gentle reader(s) with some of my earlier work. The true intention is far more telling than that.

I’m changing up the format of this thing a bit to see if you Lovely Reader(s) prefer a reposting over a link to an old post. So, here’s how this Throwback Thursday thing works today. The same nifty boilerplate post, dated, a short blurb about the undiscovered pearl you’re about to read, with a previous post tacked to the end. The Throwback Thursday post arrives in your reader stream, but instead of clicking the link to the previous post, you get to enjoy the (not so) great literary stylings of rudyblues by simply scrolling. Feedback?

This was a very early post (December 2015, I think) that I liked, but apparently few others felt the same way. Could be because no one saw it.

Some random ramblings

Ever feel random? Me too.
December 14, 2015


Quantum Cloud 2000 by Antony Gormley. Photo by Andy Roberts from East London, England (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 Creative Commons]




  1. made, done, happening, or chosen without method or conscious decision:
    “a random sample of 100 registered voters”
    synonyms: unsystematic, unmethodical, arbitrary, unplanned, undirected, casual, indiscriminate, nonspecific, haphazard, stray, erratic, chance, accidental
  2. informal, derogatory
    Unfamiliar or unspecified:
    “you believe some random dude on YouTube”


  1. informal
    unfamiliar or unspecified:
    “he sat down in the gate and talked with some randoms”

I feel a little random today. Definitely undirected. Can’t seem to make up my mind. Start something, get bored, start something else, maybe another, come back to the first. Very erratic, a bit haphazard. Read more ruminating

Invisible Man

With super powers come super risks

This is a reworked redux of one I posted a couple of years back for a Daily Prompt. It fits right in with today’s Daily Prompt. Hope you enjoy it.

“Wadda ya mean you can’t see me? I’m right here in fronta yer face!”

“I said I can’t see you! My ears tell me where you should be, but you’re not there. You’re not here! You’re not anywhere! There’s nothing where my ears tell me the sound of your voice is coming from.”

162px-Invisible_Man“Aw, come on, quit foolin’ around. Look. I’m wavin’ my arms around.”

“Yeah, maybe you are, but I’m not seein’ it because you’re not in the room.”

“What, have ya gone blind? I told you that you needed to go to the eye doctor. Now maybe you’ll listen to me.”

“I’m listening to you right now and I can see just fine! I’m in the living room of our house, but you’re not! There’s a ceiling fan in the center of the room with an oiled bronze finish and dark oak blades. It’s turning on low speed right now. It has two chains extending down with oiled bronze finials, one for the light, which by the way is on, and one for the fan. The couch is a muted floral print in tan, green and rose, with rolled arms and three green accent cushions. The chairs are upholstered in a solid rose color and pick up the rose in the couch pattern …“

“Oh come on, you could do that from memory. You bought all this stuff anyway. You really need to go to the eye doctor if you can’t see me here!”

“…and the cat just walked into the room carrying her favorite stuffed mouse toy. There, how’s that?”

“Ah, that cat always carries around that mouse around. It’s like a security blanket. That’s true any day at any time … oh, sorry kitty. Didn’t mean to step on you.”

“Yeah, you see her, and it looked like something spooked her, but there’s nothing there to spook her! Because she can’t see you either! And now she’s really spooked!”

“Mrreeooow! Hsssss”

“Oh come on. You’re going crazy here. There I just touched your hand.”

“Yeah, I felt you touch me, but I didn’t see you touch me because you’re not there!”

“Ok, I’ll prove it to you, come on with me and let’s stand in front of the hallway mirror. Jeez, you’ve really got to make that eye appointment.”

“There you go smart ass, I see me, but there’s no one else in the mirror!”

“Oh, holy crap. The WP people gave me a superpower today. I could disappear and reappear at will. But they didn’t say how long it would last, and I forgot to ask. I must have disappeared and forgot to reappear before the power wore off.”

“See, I told you that you weren’t here! What are you doin’ messin’ around with superpowers anyway? And especially superpowers from the WP people! Serves ya right.”

“Yeah, I guess it does. But there’s a bit of a problem here.”

“Oh, and what would that be, Mr. Invisible Man?”

“Well, they won’t repeat the prompt for another couple years, so I won’t get the superpower back till, sheez, 2018?”

“Ha! Guess I won’t be ‘seein’ ya around’ then, eh?”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“Now you see what I’m talkin’ about!”

“Yeah. Invisible