I once held a job in corporate America for exactly six months. That's as long as we could tolerate each other.
Sometimes I think...maybe I could make a go of it again. Then I read things like this and decide...newp. I'm good.
This sort of business mangleage gives me hives.
You and I are cut from the same cloth. I use colors and fonts and such to make my spreadsheets more attractive too. Keeps it interesting and fun and keeps me engaged in work. But all the tabs are necessary too. Looks great!
The cover art for Time's Up by Living Colour.
You guys. I have a tremendous long lost find. If you're Gen X, come back with me. If not, come back anyway. Especially if you like intelligent hard rock.
Living Colour, y'all. Time's Up is fucking brilliant, and I'm sorry I haven't heard it for years. It deserves a spin again.
Ooh! Idea! Thank you!
Neither does your uncle. But hey...I'm okay with that. I don't think I'm supposed to anyhow. π
Happy sunny Tummy Tuesday, y'all. (Or is there another kind of Tuesday? Maybe this would have been better for Monday?)
Not so depressing read as much as a read that just rings true and makes sense. The term that really hits for me and DT's presidency is "norms." Norms that have been utterly destroyed. Once that happens, it's a tremendously hard road to rebuild them. Will take generations to do so.
I've even seen someone quote a statistic intelligently, then say "less number than" when "fewer than" would have been the way to go.
I've written a blog post about this. Maybe I'll do a podcast episode about it.
Yes, language evolves, and maybe "fewer" is moribund. But I will defend its use.
Your friendly neighborhood copy editor with a PSA.
Please use "fewer."
I'm not talking about "fewer than 10 items" at the grocery store; "less than 10 items" is fine.
There seems to be a growing discomfort around using "fewer" when it is called for.
God I hate my brain today. Dwelling on my shortcomings incessantly and feeling so slow. Hating my lack of social skills and neurodiverse ways. Probably not a good frame of mind for enjoying 4/20 day but I might do it all the same. Get me out of this frame of mind.
Posting it isn't good either, but.
By choice, this was dinner tonight. Broccoli, brown rice, olive oil, and garlic salt. Don't ask what unholy gut bomb lunch was. Hence the Very Healthy Dinner. But it was truly delicious.
And now your day is complete. Put down your phone and go play. Come back when the streetlights come on.
Digging the slow, inspired burn of the Tragically Hip tonight. So far, Day for Night seems a keeper.
From the "Sadly, Time Marches On" department. Emily and Amy were a huge reason I picked up a guitar as a teenager, and their influence on my life is tremendous. Much love and support to them, and gratitude for their gifts to me and to all their fans and loved ones.
My friend, my quarrel is not with you. I am not the enemy. We both would love to see this headline, this tragedy, this horrible aspect of contemporary American society gone. I will leave it at that and wish you peace.
Perhaps, but empathy expressed on social media is tantamount to thoughts and prayers; we all know how effective those are. Meanwhile, nearly 300 years later, we still discuss A Modest Proposal and its skewering of those in power. This was my intent.
The 2nd amendment is the powerful god we sacrifice our children to every year. Just like previous civilizations would sacrifice virgins to volcanoes. We are no better.
In my version of heaven, the air will be heavily redolent of plumeriaβit's my favorite flower.
And I'm enjoying my daily read of a chapter of War and Peace. Reading aloud now. I switch between that and reading quietly and listening to the audiobook while reading along. Keeps the noggin engaged
Today is wonderful so far. Brody (our min pin) and I went for a delightful walk, and he did not tremble with fear when I put his harness on him. He now knows these walks are not things to be scared of. And the plumeria bush across the street is blooming. I smelled it and fell in love.
Black Lady Courtroom just gives me life.
What's your favorite bible verse? (Wrong answers only)
"In ancient times
Hundreds of years
Before the dawn of history
There lived a strange race of people - the druids
No one knows who they were
Or what they were doing
But their legacy remains
Hewn into the living rock of Stonehenge."
I am so glad Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez doesn't know me, because if she did, the shit she would pull from my past and air for the world to see would put me seven feet under.
And she would gleefully toss the spade aside and brush her hands like...meh...no big deal.
Seriously. I'm staying the fuck away.
Good advice. One of the best I have ever heard and used.
So...Lebanon and Israel are celebrating a ceasefire by...* checks notes*...firing gunshots and fireworks.
Just...not at each other.
Got it.
*sigh*
This world is so weird.
Just finished watching Schitt's Creek...the whole series. Lovely.
Then, at the end of the last episode, I sat for a second. Mused. Cocked my head. Pursed my lips in befuddlement. And looked back at the series I had finished.
Reader, I MISTAKENLY SKIPPED A WHOLE SEASON.
I'm a doofus.
Just heard this song today for the first time. Released in 2008, it could have been written today. I never foresaw that social media would feed into the manosphere. I did *not see* that. I was so innocent back then. Anyway, here's Chumbawamba, brilliant and witty.
I love seeing the Sea Stories Lounge. Can't wait to have a tiki hideaway like this. Also...frangipane is my favorite flower and scent.
Very handsome.
Woke this morning at 7:45, like I usually do. Did a very few things, then fell back asleep until 11:00. Damn. Sleeping in like that hasn't happened since high school, I think. I can't be exerting myself *that* much at the gym, am I?
Honorable mentions: Jujubee delivering the first truly excellent LSFYL with Black Velvet; Alyssa and Roxxxy doing Whip My Hair, and my personal fave: Dida Ritz on This Will Be. I'm old school.
But this one is RIDONK. Deserved double shantay.
I so feel this. So grateful that Artemis was a successful mission, but I couldn't watch it for the same reason. Reading yesterday's article about a 5% chance of heat shield failure in the NY Times didn't help either. (Really unappreciated, BTW, @nytimes.com. That was not the time for that.)