{"id":1708,"date":"2009-04-24T17:50:59","date_gmt":"2009-04-24T17:50:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/?p=1708"},"modified":"2009-04-24T17:50:59","modified_gmt":"2009-04-24T17:50:59","slug":"stolen_balloons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/2009\/04\/24\/stolen_balloons\/","title":{"rendered":"Stolen Balloons"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here in the clean light of a new morning, I realized <a title=\"Defeated\" href=\"http:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/2009\/04\/defeated\/\">the previous entry<\/a> makes it appear that I&#8217;m in a really bad mental space. Well, I was for a couple of days, but let me assure any concerned loyal readers out there that I&#8217;m all right. I started recovering as soon as it became apparent the insurance companies weren&#8217;t going to give me any hassles, and I mostly unclenched once the car went into the shop and it felt like some progress was being made. I&#8217;m still unhappy the accident happened at all, of course, and that my formerly &#8220;like-new&#8221; car isn&#8217;t so much anymore. I get very attached to my <i>things<\/i> and I have a really hard time when something happens to them. But the worst of my emotional storm has passed. I just got wound up as I writing last night.<\/p>\n<p>As I mentioned, the wreck was basically the final cue for a major case of the blues that&#8217;s been lurking in the wings for a while. A lot of shit has been getting under my skin lately: anxiety over my job and how secure it may or may not be, irritation with all the hysterical political nonsense that&#8217;s been going around (honestly, right-wing gun-lovers, no one is coming to take your Preciouses away, not even those nasty hobbitses, er, <i>Democrats<\/i>), disgust at the growing plague of panhandlers and scummy-looking kids that hang around the train platform near my office (I&#8217;ve got a lot of sympathy for the homeless, but enough is freakin&#8217; <i>enough<\/i>, people!). Disgust with a lot of things, really&#8230; the reinvigorated culture wars, willful ignorance and intractable bigotry, ubiquitous marketing, almost-as-ubiquitous graffiti, the lack of consideration people have for their fellow citizens, traffic, road construction that makes traffic worse, the fact that I can no longer find a radio station I really, honestly like, and a host of other complaints both large and small. I&#8217;ve been tired and cranky and fed up and feeling like everything went really wrong somewhere. I&#8217;ve been feeling, in fact, something like this:<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"425\" height=\"344\" classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" codebase=\"http:\/\/download.macromedia.com\/pub\/shockwave\/cabs\/flash\/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"src\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/KF8yxerAtZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1\" \/><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" \/><embed width=\"425\" height=\"344\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/KF8yxerAtZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" \/><\/object><\/p>\n<p>Fortunately, I&#8217;m about to get my moment alone, and I don&#8217;t even have to shoot anyone, no matter how tempting that might be. Well, alone plus one. The Girlfriend and I are setting off on a little road trip tomorrow, an exploration of southern Utah with a stop in <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Zion_national_park\">Zion National Park<\/a>, a detour to Vegas to check in with some friends we&#8217;ve not seen in a while, and finally, an outdoor concert starring my main man, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rickspringfield.com\/\">Rick Springfield<\/a>. Yes, I am a dork. No, worse, since I&#8217;m traveling over 100 miles to see him&#8230; I&#8217;m a <i>groupie<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>First, however, I&#8217;ve got a very important dinner date with the two people who made all this possible. Today is my parents&#8217; 45th wedding anniversary. I&#8217;m sure I am no less amazed at how long that seems than they are&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here in the clean light of a new morning, I realized the previous entry makes it appear that I&#8217;m in a really bad mental space. Well, I was for a couple of days, but let me assure any concerned loyal readers out there that I&#8217;m all right. I started recovering as soon as it became [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1708","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1708","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1708"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1708\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}