late music

Just started a new job this week so I forgot to post a Music Monday.  Here ya go:

Lazybatusu--"Endless Road"

These are crack.

I eat as many packs of these as are placed in front of me.  I cannot stop.
And I'm totally ok with that.

Music Monday

"Until We Bleed" by Andreas Kleerup feat. Lykke Li.

Captain Obvious

Once in a while, when I'm seated and introduced to someone, I hear this as soon as I stand up:

"DAMN YOU'RE TALL!"

Oh, really?  I hadn't realized even once during my twenty-five years of existence that I was taller than the average woman. Thank you for pointing that out to me.  What a revelation! I've only been reminded of my height about a hundred times since fifth grade; I guess it took one hundred and one times for me to fully grasp the concept.  I appreciate you for pointing out to me that I'm an anomaly. How wonderful it is that I have someone to remind me of how I used to feel like an outsider as a kid and why I still don't wear heels very often!

I know they don't mean it as an insult, but some things just don't need to be said.  Like, what purpose does that serve?  Shut your fucking mouth.  Or maybe I should just start replying, "Damn you're rude!"  but I'm such a nice girl (in real life, not on this blog) so I just smile and ignore it.  Hey, at least it's not as bad as the time some guy told me how flat my tits looked in my new shirt.  Think it was a pimply-faced middle school boy who said that in a cafeteria for a bunch of laughs?  Nope.  That I could understand. No, a guy said this when we were in college, at a bar. And he wasn't saying it to be mean.  He just made an observation and just felt the need to verbalize it.  I'd almost rather he'd said it out of malice, because at least his comment would have had a purpose.

I need this t-shirt

Bottom line, don't let me know:

• that I'm tall
• that I'm slim
• that I have small tits
• that my ass isn't big either
• if I'm having a bad hair day
• if I have a zit on my face
• if I look "tired"--a polite way of saying you look like shit/you need to put on makeup

Chances are, I've already looked in the mirror and I already know what's going on up there.  Don't be an idiot. Think of something better to mention.

Swoon

I love this part:



What woman doesn't want to experience this?
"I'm looking at you, Miss."  Aaaahhhhhhhh



The Last of the Mohicans (1992)

Thank you. Yes.

We're all guilty of having used at least one of these fallacies at least once in our lives, but it's just something good to keep in mind in our communication with others, verbal or written.  The Argument from Ignorance the one I've used the most, all in arguments for the existence of God and His miracles.  It's difficult for most theists, I suspect, to not use this argument.

Music Monday

It's been a long time since I posed a song for Music Monday.  I used to do it every week, then got really busy. Plus, it's not easy to select a tune every week.  You'd think that since I have thousands of songs on my computer, it would be a piece of cake.  Quite the contrary.  That makes me take longer to pick a track.


Anyway, here's today's song.  My only complaint is that it's too short. I often fall in love with songs and then get pissed when they are any shorter than three minutes (in this case, it's shorter than TWO minutes. Bummer) :

"Never Follow Suit" by The Radio Dept

The Radio Dept. is a really good band from Sweden.  Those Swedes make good music.  Icelanders do too.  I've noticed that most of my favorite artists come from either Sweden or Iceland.

Why I Can Never Run for Office

Even if I wanted to become an elected official and assume all of the responsibilities of the job and all of the media scrutiny (whether local or national), no campaign of mine would ever be successful.  The summer after my sophomore year, I threw any hopes of being mayor, governor, senator, or president out the window. The best I can hope for is to be in the PTA at my future kid's school.  I'll list my reasons below:

1) I'm WAY too sensitive.  I'd probably kill myself if I were in the limelight like that.

2) Pictures sent to The Boyfriend (who will henceforth be referred to as The Husband, 'cause we got hitched) in the summer of 2010.  Not birthday suit but provocative enough to cost me a few million votes.

3) I've seen not one, not two, but three therapists in my life.  I'm not sure if America is ready for someone they might suspect is "mentally unstable." 

4) This blog.  I don't think you need me to elaborate.  And even if I deleted it, there is no true deletion on the web.  What you put out here remains forever.

5) I fucking swear too motherfucking much.

6) Three tattoos (and counting).  Body modification makes the public uneasy; a person who would get inked is obviously untrustworthy, right?  Never mind my good character and my fidelity to spouse and constituents (more than I can say for a lot of politicians).

7) Thirteen piercings (done with holes in my body, but anything more than two is gonna be a media frenzy)

8) When I was a teenager, I was in the newspaper talking about abstinence until marriage but I didn't quite make it 'till marriage.  I was in my '20s and I lost it to The Boyfriend (now The Husband) but I failed to reach that goal, despite my willpower.  Let's just put it this way, as the old (and annoying) saying goes, "The press would have a field day!"  They'd be calling me a hypocrite, when in fact I was just a girl in love who made a mistake.

9) Browsing history on my iPad..............laptop's clean though

10) I'm politically moderate and therefore not extreme enough for either major party.  I advocate bipartisanship and, in an increasingly polarized country, this would not score me any bonus points.  Blacks especially must prove ourselves to be hardcore liberals or else we're traitors to our race who long for the antebellum south

11) I wouldn't want to put my family through any unnecessary hardship (again, the press can be a bitch.  Also, having a bodyguard would really suck if I were in a higher level of politics).

12) I'm only 25 years old, and likely too young to be taken seriously

You've got the right idea, Mr. Clooney.  

Lucky for me, I don't have a thirst for power, so I'll remain right where I am.  I do care about justice, and equality, and social advancement, and legislation to enact those changes--but I won't be running for anything. I have no desire to and, as you can see, little chance of winning.

Old lady names

I'm visiting back home in Michigan and, consequently, am fucking bored, so I'm going to list names that I think are old lady-ish.  Longer list than I thought it would be.

If your name is on the list, please know I'm not insulting you.  Some of these are perfectly nice names (Rose, for example), but these names are nonetheless better suited for the geriatric persuasion.

1. Agnes
2. Agatha
3. Mae
4. Myrtle
5. Ethel/Bethel
6. Edith
7. Elsa
8. Geraldine 
9. Pearl
10. Rose
11. Muriel
12. Flora
13. Barbara
14. Millicent (kind of a cool name but still old as fuck)
15. Betty
16. Opal
17. Dorothy
18. Anne (sorry, but it is.  Anna is the younger version.)
19. Maude (fucking Maude.  I feel sorry for you.)
20. Blanche (worse than fucking Maude.)
21. Gertrude (worse than the two that preceded it.  Worst name ever.  If you named your daughter this, it means you hate her and/or you think she's the Antichrist.)
22. Marge
23. Midge
24. Ruby
25. Edna
26. Bessie (this name is for a horse, not a precious baby girl)
27. Evelyn (Sorry to my Nana, but the name is old.  But it's ok, because she's old.)
28. Eleanor
29. Esther
30. Viola
31. Hattie
32. Ada/Ida
33. Edna
34. Daisy
35. Effie
36. Olive
37. Bernice
38. Thelma
39. Lucille
40. Stella
41. Susan (yes, it's old.  Can you picture a little girl in kindergarten named Susan?)
42. Viola
43. Hazel
44. Margaret
45. Minerva
46. Ruth
47. Mildred
48. Fannie
49. Mamie (why?  Just...why?  Reminds me of slavery and comedic archetypes)
50. Frances
51. Gladys
52. Thelma, which leads me to the next name--
53. Louise
54. Mabel (you were born a grandmother)

Her name is 5,738% more likely to be one of the ones I listed than for it to be Ashley/Brittany/Caitlin/Megan/Amy