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Keep fishin

Good grief! If only I was as talented as Julia Nunes; mercy.

It looks like she’s just messin around in her room and maybe procrastinating her homework, but that’s just show biz. In fact, she has a canny understanding of how she sounds, how to harmonize with herself, how to play with the distance from the mic, and when to mix the audio with the video.

Plus, hot damn! She kicks ass on that ukelele and the song selection is impecable.

For someone so young, she sings with a whole lot of soul and heartbreak. Young lady, I ask you, what do you know about:

It’s just the thought of you in love with someone else
It breaks my heart to see you hangin’ from your shelf

See the medical chart with the random zig zag

Now I’ll help it decide,
I palindrome I

 

The other day, I mentioned about the well check doctor’s appointment for my son. Recently, I had one for myself, too.

The tests came back today. It turns out that I have good blood pressure, good cholestrol levels, good everything… except that I’m too well fed.

For someone who is convinced that tragedy and death are waiting around every corner, the news that I am healthy, and need to stop crying and get off my butt is a rude awakening.

I guess I’m awake now.

 

They’ll need a crane

NPR’s Morning edition ran this article about the recently announced separation of Al and Tipper Gore. It rankles me that the article draws the conclusion that the dissolution of this 40 year marriage is somehow a “celebration for life.”

Holy Crap! What the hell is wrong with you, NPR? I can’t imagine how terrible a heartbreak it must be to discover after 40 years of a shared life that includes military service, a successful career in the legislature, the vice presidency, being robbed of the presidency, a Nobel prize, and many successful children; and a lifetime of triumph and tragedy; that Al and Tipper Gore have come to discover that the only feelings left are some combination of:

  1. infidelity
  2. resentment
  3. estrangement

Believe me. These are bad feelings.

You stupid are, NPR. Totally fucking stupid.

Ok… lyrics:

Don’t call me at work again (oh no)
The boss still hates me
And I’m just tired
And I don’t love you anymore
And there’s restaurant we should check out
Where the other nightmare people like to go
I meant nice people
Baby wait
I didn’t mean to say
Nightmare