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I, too, have times in which I procrastinate on my copy editing. Everything, it seems, becomes a little more important. It’s like I tell myself, “I just need to do this one small thing first, then I’ll start.” But there’s always another “thing,” putting me off again. This cycles around until I have no other option.
Thanks for the laughs today. Well, some laughs, anyway. I few not sure about thats. But I know how it feels to feel the weight of the world’s craziness. Today I felt tremendously disappointed by a prominent You Tuber with whom I am quite friendly on FB. She went from full on Woke Leftist to full on “Jesus is the only way for everyone” Christian. She shared an article that decried the antisemitism of some far right conservatives who claim to be Christian and why this is just wrong. But at the same time, the article author said that “Christless Jews” are as “lost and condemned” as are “Christless conservatives”. Unless I’ve lost my ability to read, that was pretty confusing. I asked if she agreed and she said yes, Jesus is the ONLY way. We’ve been going back and forth for a while, but to me this is an example of someone exchanging one dogma (Woke Left) with another dogma (Jesus is the ONLY way). I know you have spoken about finding God, maybe, perhaps. I can understand because I have a hard time with “belief”. But that does not make me less Jewish or less concerned over the fact that we Jews are currently in the biggest fight of our lives since the Holocaust. So many Christians have embraced Zionism and provide unbelievable support to Israel and Diapora Jews like me. But then to see this form of cognitive dissonance and I’m back in my own low-level depression!
Seems like stupid is in the house and won’t leave. I think we need to say to the aliens watching us “I’m not here for your entertainment… keep your drink just give me the money.”
Our daughter's dance class final was announced yesterday. She and her dance partner chose the East Coast Swing style and her partner proposed Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock'n Roll to Me".
No Josh, you will not injecting any more Billy Joel into my brain. I shut that ess down just as quick last night, and appropriately redirected them to The Smiths: "Bigmouth Strikes Again".
She attends a charter school that follows the classical approach and my former class clown persona showed to offer $50 to each if they could pull off "There is a Light that Never Goes Out". There was just something about being in that audience to witness a bunch of straights figuring out that the song was about a suicide pact.
The kids declined my offer. I can't figure whether they're wiser than I was at that age, or just less desperate for cash.
I've never heard the song you reference. So nothing is in fact stuck in my head. 😛 You may put it there by singing it to me if you call me, though, and spread the suffering! Ha ha!
Thank you for slogging through Twitter for those of us who choose to not go there. From what I know of you from your videos, I love you just the way you are. If you choose to reduce your toxic exposure for the sake of your mental health, you will still be loved.
True, about salt. Sometimes I just don't get frou-frou food fads.
Unfortunately, when I get a tune stuck in my head, it's usually something horrid like the theme from "Green Acres" and it's there, on a ten-second repeat loop, all day. I don't know why. I never would think of it, on purpose (except I just did).
Still trying to unsee the cavernous navel on that brassiere model.
After you and George shared your Madonna experience, for some reason all I could think about was Madonna playing baseball in "A League of Their Own". That's about the only time I actually liked her, haha.
"Evelyn, Evelyn. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to kill your son."
I've had these lines randomly smash around my internal mind palace many times ever since, thank you ever so much:
"Are you crying? There's no crying. There's no crying in baseball."
Similar to e-thots, I keep getting and having to block gross ads on youtube. There's one I keep getting and blocking, that keeps coming back, starring a morbidly obese black woman with a ghetto accent, who confides that she stinks but there's a full body deodorant that fixes that. Then she sprays it right inside her panties. This is probably a plot to get refined white women to identify as something else. And my issue here isn't necessarily racial, I wouldn't be comfortable with a fat white woman spraying her crotch because she stinks, in her words.
I would finish it…
I, too, have times in which I procrastinate on my copy editing. Everything, it seems, becomes a little more important. It’s like I tell myself, “I just need to do this one small thing first, then I’ll start.” But there’s always another “thing,” putting me off again. This cycles around until I have no other option.
Doesn’t always happen, but sometimes…
Thanks for the laughs today. Well, some laughs, anyway. I few not sure about thats. But I know how it feels to feel the weight of the world’s craziness. Today I felt tremendously disappointed by a prominent You Tuber with whom I am quite friendly on FB. She went from full on Woke Leftist to full on “Jesus is the only way for everyone” Christian. She shared an article that decried the antisemitism of some far right conservatives who claim to be Christian and why this is just wrong. But at the same time, the article author said that “Christless Jews” are as “lost and condemned” as are “Christless conservatives”. Unless I’ve lost my ability to read, that was pretty confusing. I asked if she agreed and she said yes, Jesus is the ONLY way. We’ve been going back and forth for a while, but to me this is an example of someone exchanging one dogma (Woke Left) with another dogma (Jesus is the ONLY way). I know you have spoken about finding God, maybe, perhaps. I can understand because I have a hard time with “belief”. But that does not make me less Jewish or less concerned over the fact that we Jews are currently in the biggest fight of our lives since the Holocaust. So many Christians have embraced Zionism and provide unbelievable support to Israel and Diapora Jews like me. But then to see this form of cognitive dissonance and I’m back in my own low-level depression!
Possible finisher thoughts:
1. My grandmother (the one based on Joan Crawford) pronounced the word “banal” to rhyme with “anal.” We couldn’t get her to stop.
2. Billy Joel wrote “I don’t want clever conversation” in “Just the Way You Are”
…*and called it a love song.* This has never set right with me. “Set right” is another thing my grandmother used to say.
3. You can return vintage homosexuality for store credit and pick up a knitting habit in exchange, maybe.
Seems like stupid is in the house and won’t leave. I think we need to say to the aliens watching us “I’m not here for your entertainment… keep your drink just give me the money.”
No, I have The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald in my head and you can’t stop me.
Our daughter's dance class final was announced yesterday. She and her dance partner chose the East Coast Swing style and her partner proposed Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock'n Roll to Me".
No Josh, you will not injecting any more Billy Joel into my brain. I shut that ess down just as quick last night, and appropriately redirected them to The Smiths: "Bigmouth Strikes Again".
She attends a charter school that follows the classical approach and my former class clown persona showed to offer $50 to each if they could pull off "There is a Light that Never Goes Out". There was just something about being in that audience to witness a bunch of straights figuring out that the song was about a suicide pact.
The kids declined my offer. I can't figure whether they're wiser than I was at that age, or just less desperate for cash.
Fortunately I don’t pay attention to pop music at all, so your attempt at second-hand torment failed.
I've never heard the song you reference. So nothing is in fact stuck in my head. 😛 You may put it there by singing it to me if you call me, though, and spread the suffering! Ha ha!
Thank you for slogging through Twitter for those of us who choose to not go there. From what I know of you from your videos, I love you just the way you are. If you choose to reduce your toxic exposure for the sake of your mental health, you will still be loved.
True, about salt. Sometimes I just don't get frou-frou food fads.
Unfortunately, when I get a tune stuck in my head, it's usually something horrid like the theme from "Green Acres" and it's there, on a ten-second repeat loop, all day. I don't know why. I never would think of it, on purpose (except I just did).
Still trying to unsee the cavernous navel on that brassiere model.
Salt: I cannot crush souls, so salt it is. A satisfying grinding noise minus the hairy male attached to it. To me a win.
After you and George shared your Madonna experience, for some reason all I could think about was Madonna playing baseball in "A League of Their Own". That's about the only time I actually liked her, haha.
"Evelyn, Evelyn. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to kill your son."
I've had these lines randomly smash around my internal mind palace many times ever since, thank you ever so much:
"Are you crying? There's no crying. There's no crying in baseball."
You've got me all fucked up about salt now. Every day I grind, and to what end?
Mine the salt and please don't stop
Similar to e-thots, I keep getting and having to block gross ads on youtube. There's one I keep getting and blocking, that keeps coming back, starring a morbidly obese black woman with a ghetto accent, who confides that she stinks but there's a full body deodorant that fixes that. Then she sprays it right inside her panties. This is probably a plot to get refined white women to identify as something else. And my issue here isn't necessarily racial, I wouldn't be comfortable with a fat white woman spraying her crotch because she stinks, in her words.
Excellent turn of phrase:
"turbulent hoes"