Current Mood:
flippin' and/or poppin' like a pancake and/or cork
I have this tiny subset of my music collection that I absolutely love but never listen to because the poignance level is usually far too much for me.
I'm going to share part of it. It's a beautiful song and I almost feel I should apologize for it. If it affects you like it does me, I'm sorry. Have some nice tea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMAMUai4pQg
(This, incidentally, is basically the same band as Polaris, who performed the Adventures of Pete and Pete theme, "Hey Sandy." #ALittleNostalgiaForYouOldFolks )
mood update (++), terrible poetry
OH BLESS YOU REAL LIFE RANDOM NUMBER GODS
That conversation went pretty much optimally -- not really surprising, given the super individual involved -- and I am back to safe, prosperous, and lewd emotional harbors. O:)
Still a little weepy, but that's mostly because I left my mopey playlist on and I'm still inflicting Carole King's "Tapestry" on myself for some reason. Easily fixed. :)
ALSO NOW
WHAT SHALL I DO
WITH ALL THIS DEPRESSION VINDALOO
mood update (-)
First line of treatment, TMBG's John Henry in its entirety and a piece of chocolate, didn't work.
Escalating to chicken vindaloo, cannabis, and Velvet Underground.
If that doesn't work, we may have to cauterize the wound, i.e., reach for the Radiohead and ghost peppers.
This is a bad one, folks. If you don't know the lyrics "Nearer My God To Thee," it might be a good time to learn. >_<
This might be a rocky night for me, so I'm leaving you all this adorable trashpanda in advance as collateral. https://awoo.space/media/diquEXXjus20clpGLo4
mood (-)
Let's just say that Martin Prince thing earlier was really prophetic.
I should make a fucking Simpsons tarot. The Failed Scheme. The Forgotten Supporting Character. The Clip Show. The 22-Minute Reset Button. The Alpha Crow. The Poochie.
Or I could just have a deck of 78 Poochies at this rate and call it the Z2084 Self-Image Tarot. :p
mood (~)
Martin Prince is my spirit guide and short-duration personal savior. I am in the same taxonomic order as him, Gene Belcher, and Bobby Hill. (Common name: "greater schlubsids.")
I think "Martin Prince" might even be my gender, although to be honest, as I grow older I was kinda hoping to veer towards Paul Lynde, Vincent Price, Scott Thompson, Truman Capote, and/or Charles Nelson Reilly. (Scientific name: "Effetis pandemonica".)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX7iZRB-TTU&feature=youtu.be&t=6s
uspol; satire; birdland; extreme cynicism
"We will also be making a donation to TerraKleen, a charitable organization working to introduce anthrax into all major cities, in the hopes of wiping the atrocity named humanity off the planet once and for all. Y'all just suck."
https://www.buzzfeed.com/tomphillips/twitterstorm-2018?utm_term=.clE9vjBW16#.nu807JNW6M
nda follies
Also ran into this in the process, one of my favorite K&P sketches...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st21dIMaGMs
CW: GHOST BREAKFAST
Uh-oh.
I just got a fleeting urge to go bowling.
I'm worried this might be some kind of Midwestern pon farr kind of thing. Come to think of it, I could murder some pierogies and sauerkraut balls right now. And I am about to go out in 50 degrees without a jacket...
Christ, I hope this doesn't mean I have to go back there again. -_-
neuro-something-or-other (+/~)
Does anybody else develop fleeing emotional attachments to individual letters when they're typing? Once in a while when I'm editing a document, I'll get this compulsion to spare as many already-typed letters as possible in the process. e.g., If I'm changing "bringing" to "brought," sometimes I'll try to keep the old "br" and one "g" intact (I know, it's Sophie's Choice :( ). Otherwise I'll feel a bit guilty, like I've betrayed those letters' trust somehow.
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read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/