Do protest work? I think in some cases they used too, however, the custom of looting and rioting and burning has pretty much in my mind destroyed the rights to assemble. I would like to see the borders secure, our cities peaceful, our children educated and our churches helping the under resourced. Where would I protest for that? I think I will pray. Oh and the best advise I heard today was make sure your spell your words correctly on your sign!
This week, for the following reasons, I’ve kinda been a wreck of conflicting emotions internally (more so than usual), beneath my exterior persona of Mom Calm:
The world is politically on fire & there’s Jack squat I can do about it.
Brian Wilson has left the planet, which I am devastated about. So I’ve been listening to his music on repeat & rewatching his studio footage in memorium. Love you, Brian. Please give my regards to Dennis & Carl.
So far, six of the seven BTS members have now finished their mandatory military service safely & have reunited to resume their music careers. (Congrats Jin, J-Hope, RM, Jimin, V, & Jungkook! We’re waiting for you Suga!)
My daughter passed her driving test, which is a huge relief!
And to top it all off, I’ve had “She ran calling Wildfire” stuck in my head for two days & counting, a song that I haven’t heard for decades, & that 5 note intro sequence that repeats is driving me crazy. (Wa-na-wa-na-wa, wa-na-wa-na-wa, wa-na-wa-na-wa) Not only had I forgotten the song, I’d forgotten how much I hated it as a child, because even though it was a pretty song melodically, it made me very gloomy & melancholic about the idea of a lost ghost girl & her lost ghost horse.
“Ok ghost girl, kindly take your apparitional wispy ass self & the Scooby Doo ghost horse you rode in on, & exit my fucking brain! What? Just um… go to the light. No, that’s not The Light, that’s a phone… wait, no that’s a ceiling fan… shit. Outside. Go outside, ok, fuck. Headlights. Shit.” Goddammit, now I’m gonna have to add a new verse to the fucking song.
That’s all I’ve got. I’m knee-deep in alligators, as my mother says, when she’s not saying “Oh my stars,” or “Go to your room & write down all the verses about the sin of disrespecting your parents.”
I wish someone would play “Don’t Rain On My Parade” non stop in DC. No wait, I wish a choir of Drag Queens would sing “Don’t Rain On My Parade,” while continuously demonstrating how to open & close an umbrella.
Do protest work? I think in some cases they used too, however, the custom of looting and rioting and burning has pretty much in my mind destroyed the rights to assemble. I would like to see the borders secure, our cities peaceful, our children educated and our churches helping the under resourced. Where would I protest for that? I think I will pray. Oh and the best advise I heard today was make sure your spell your words correctly on your sign!
I'm glad to FINALLY see enough feet in the street to get serious attention.
Online protests are bullshit, imo.
I'd prefer it doesn't turn into the bullshit George Floyd 'protests'.
That said, I have no faith in any of this getting us what—imo—we really need...a total reboot.
This week, for the following reasons, I’ve kinda been a wreck of conflicting emotions internally (more so than usual), beneath my exterior persona of Mom Calm:
The world is politically on fire & there’s Jack squat I can do about it.
Brian Wilson has left the planet, which I am devastated about. So I’ve been listening to his music on repeat & rewatching his studio footage in memorium. Love you, Brian. Please give my regards to Dennis & Carl.
So far, six of the seven BTS members have now finished their mandatory military service safely & have reunited to resume their music careers. (Congrats Jin, J-Hope, RM, Jimin, V, & Jungkook! We’re waiting for you Suga!)
My daughter passed her driving test, which is a huge relief!
And to top it all off, I’ve had “She ran calling Wildfire” stuck in my head for two days & counting, a song that I haven’t heard for decades, & that 5 note intro sequence that repeats is driving me crazy. (Wa-na-wa-na-wa, wa-na-wa-na-wa, wa-na-wa-na-wa) Not only had I forgotten the song, I’d forgotten how much I hated it as a child, because even though it was a pretty song melodically, it made me very gloomy & melancholic about the idea of a lost ghost girl & her lost ghost horse.
“Ok ghost girl, kindly take your apparitional wispy ass self & the Scooby Doo ghost horse you rode in on, & exit my fucking brain! What? Just um… go to the light. No, that’s not The Light, that’s a phone… wait, no that’s a ceiling fan… shit. Outside. Go outside, ok, fuck. Headlights. Shit.” Goddammit, now I’m gonna have to add a new verse to the fucking song.
That’s all I’ve got. I’m knee-deep in alligators, as my mother says, when she’s not saying “Oh my stars,” or “Go to your room & write down all the verses about the sin of disrespecting your parents.”
All-in-all, not a week for sleepwalking.
True. Nor distracted driving…
I just unknowingly ran a red light at a not busy intersection close to our house.
Me: [Singing soundlessly in my head like a diva]
Daughter: Was it broken?
Me: What?
Daughter: The light.
Me: Huh? Why?
Daughter: It was red.
Me: It was?
Daughter: Yes.
Me: I just ran a red light?
Daughter: Yep.
Me: Whoops, I probably wouldn’t pass the driving test.
A few moments later…
Me: Well. Good thing we made it home alive.
Daughter: This is what I’ve been saying
LOLovin this
I wish someone would play “Don’t Rain On My Parade” non stop in DC. No wait, I wish a choir of Drag Queens would sing “Don’t Rain On My Parade,” while continuously demonstrating how to open & close an umbrella.