Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems to me that the U.S. said to Iraq, “You’d better let weapons inspectors in or else!”
And Iraq replied, “Okey dokey.”
And the U.S. said, “That’s not good enough!”
The whole world’s ka-ka-koo-koo.
Reading through old emails and realizing how quickly one can go from being called “guy” and “cool dude” to “baby”…and doesn’t that just seem odd?
But to watch that progression is fun, and to see the stages and see how things work through, even seeing how the tone of conversation of last week is altered through this week, just because of one event, or one word even.
My world…the world…any world….constantly changing, all the time.
Good afternoon, jerkos!
Good morning, suckers!
I’ve come to accept that I can no longer count on feeling any kind of normal in this body. Time for a new one. We had sunburn; cold; mosquito bites; another cold; sunburn healing; and now this…death in my mouth. What’s it going to take?
And this is the kind of thing that takes me near about forever to take care of. Which is the reason behind it in the first place. Such a problem with procrastinating the kinds of things that when procrastinated become even more of a pain in the ass to deal with. Why? Someone give me the strength to just take care of my messes, for the love of God….
Good weekend nonetheless, even though much of it spent wandering in and out of stores. It’s all about the company you keep, and I keep good company. Lotsa lotsa fun. So there.
If this were a movie, this scene would immediately preceed the death of a bunch of secondary characters, causing the main character to become enraged with the “brass.”
I’ve started doing a ridiculous number of pushups every day now. Why? Who knows. My relationship with my body has never been stranger. Paying so much more attention now than ever before. If I can’t get rid of this gut, at least I can build up the rest of the stuff to match it.
Really nice service at Beth Emet last night. Two speakers stuck out in my mind — a Lutheran and a Baptist. Go figure. Or maybe the first was a Methodist. Lord, I they all look the same to me. Forgive me.
But she was talking about remembering not only the people who died in the WTC but remembering the people who died as the result of the violence of the war. People are all people. Ya dig? You dig, for sure.
And other than being hysterically funny, the Baptist preacher man just had that voice that stirs you into action…or at least the desire to act. Or something.
I’m being ineloquent. But that’s cuz I’m thinking about other parts of last night that I’m not going to even begin to talk about. Sucka!
Apparently, I neglected, once again, to greet my brother’s ex at a party. I had no idea she was there, probably walked past her thirty times, looked at her, whatever. No idea.
Brings to mind the fact that I’m having worlds of trouble with friends’ ex’s (obvious exceptions notwithstanding) in that I can’t freaking recognize them. This happened with Mel and with Camille and….and some others too. And it’s not that I just wasn’t recognizing them, but it was a total blank. The name wasn’t even ringing a bell. Nothing clicked. Total lack of connections.
Like when the relationship ends, I just completely wipe my memory clear of that person. “More room to remember quotes from ‘The Simpsons!'” says I.
And now, for some reason, I remember the grammatical puzzle my mother’s mother once presented me with:
“that that is is that that is not is not is not that it it is”
Which is just brilliant. Tune in again for the freaking answer!
Color me mortified? Tickled pink? Impressed?
“Adam Appreciation Day” and I feel like such a total asshole. But, a box containing a stuffed (toy) rabbit. Wearing a headdress and necklace. Looking very much like a Yoruba speaker. And Beth says, “Squeeze its chest.” And I say, “What, it’s going to speak Yoruba?”
And it freaking DOES.
Sola recorded “Hello, Adam. Thank you very much for the great role you played in the Yoruba project. Thank you!” into some device that Misa then sewed into the rabbit.
I am nearly in tears. Flustered beyond belief….