|Photo: Lisa Golden, Minty Fresh|
File under First World Problems.
I want to write a specific blog post but I can't because the relevant photos are on MathMan's computer because the school computer I'm borrowing won't let me add any programs like Picassa and I can't get to his computer right now because he's busy watching Star Trek on Netflix while he goes through boxes of math stuff before school starts again.
All said in one breath.
P.S. I finished The Beginners. It was okay. The Raquel character was annoying as shit. She reminded me of someone I know in real life who yammers incessantly because silence so pains her. I don't think I'd like to meet her demons, y'all.
P.S.2.0 I may abandon Dandelion Wine for a bit. I picked up Lives Like Loaded Guns - Emily Dickinson and her Family's Feuds at the library and I seem to be in a New England kind of mood.
P.S. Jr. Drinking rum makes me have weird dreams. (See mint above. Lyra, we're on the same page vis a vis mojitos.)
And also, I keep thinking I should say something about the goings on in the world - Norway and such, but the truth is I am so despairing of it all. I know, such a delicate flower, right? But seriously, what can I add to the conversation except some expletives? I am, like susan, speechless.
The madness sallies forth and people want to know just how big are Nancy Pelosi's tits? aka my blog stats. I mean, really? This cutting taxes and deregulation experiment is supposed to be working miracles on our economy and going on two years and I can't find a job? I remain unconvinced, but then I am not of the ilk who sends their over-programmed, privileged children to camp in Maine to learn about the simple life. On private, chartered jets. Fear not, intrepid That's Whyers! I do believe this economy is working for some people.
No, my kids are living the dream in the 'hood with water balloon fights, fishing in the creek, snow cones from the Kona Ice guy and pick up ballgames. And some sorry sucker pays $10,000 for a few weeks for their kids to "experience summer?" How is it that if I'm so fucking clever I'm here and they are on private, chartered jets?
Okay, maybe not so speechless, but you guys know where I stand on most issues. Why repeat myself yet again?
I begin the week darkly. I hate being like this. I wish I could say that I hate feeling like this, but it's being. Right now, I'm like this. It permeates every cell.
My favorite quote from a TV show yesterday?
"I wouldn't wrap a dead dog in your gratitude." - Aurelio Zen, Zen on PBS
Before you go, I have an idea and and I want your thoughts. I've decided I need autotune for which to yell at my kids. Yes? No? What's autotune?
Imma gonna go hug some kitties now. (If your answer above was What's autotune?, watch the video.)