Go Ahead. Make my Day
but I just like it
The original video of Gary Jules’ and Michael Andrews’ cover version of Mad World, was directed by Michel Gondry. Throughout the video, children make animated figures on the sidewalk below. (the song was featured in the movie Donnie Darko. Don’t think I saw it, so I don’t know why this song is so familiar to me.
I like the way the melodies change.
ps: Nick just told me this is a suicide song? And, no, I’m not suicidal…
(To Sue Kovach who told me to wear mine. and to Aimee, who made a deal with me that she’d stop driving too fast if I wore my seat belt.)
oh, she gave me such hope! and she’s dead. deborah digges
Am I getting old? Eventually. Sooner than later.
Last night, I dreamed that I was handing over 100s of dollars to the dentist. Which I plan to do (actually 1,000s). Staving off old age? Or staving off starving?
Yesterday, I stopped by an assisted living facility. It looked like a dump from the outside, but had people just like me on the inside.
I think the administrator told me 50 residents lived there. Will I have to count them? (I hope so, probably not).
I was surprised. Although it was shabby (after all, this is Lake Worth), it didn’t smell. Not of urine. Not of death. People looked old but not nuts. And not all that old, to boot.
One lady did not have teeth. Is it really worth it to shell out all that money to the dentist for caps to keep my teeth from cracking? Is it really that bad to have false teeth? I wonder how much false teeth cost? (that took me to the Internet, $2,500 for an upper or a lower).
Does that make me feel better? A little. Not much.
Back to the assisted living – it didn’t look half bad. I not only think I could live there, I might even fit in.
Contrary to private opinion, I AM getting old…
by Matt Groening
Yesterday, I talked to a friend of mine, an ex-boss, who was telling me he recently had visited with a couple of my ex-co-workers. Although both are excellent writers and good editors, they are out of work, and often, they told him, they don’t get responses when they answer an ad.
Made me think about my own decisions. I wouldn’t know about that, I told my friend, because I haven’t been trying to get a job. Building up my freelance has been difficult, for sure, but it feels more like the pain you have after exercise – it comes from the process of exertion, and, although it hurts, you know that it will go away eventually, and, in the meantime, you are getting stronger…
Perhaps that’s the feeling they have too. I don’t know. I hope so.
Is the reason I’m writing this today. Wouldn’t you know? I had eight comments that needed to be approved or disapproved, and received an email, requesting moderation. I guess if you get to a certain point, you MUST moderate — I don’t like anything to do with moderation…
SO, I came, I saw, and I deleted. Now here this, “prospective readers:” Before commenting to my illustrious philisophical musings, I will tell you up front — I am not interested in escort services, nor does this bitch need viagra. Enough said for today.
Ok, so it’s raining. Doesn’t matter. I’m working on it. If I say it’s a bright new morning, maybe that’s all that’s necessary in the mind’s eye, anyway. Sounds like a good start to me.
Bitch Rag 