"This is my brain, and I live in it." – Tim Minchin

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When I Have Lunch

When I have lunch my role model is apparently Scarlett O’Hara from Gone with the Wind.

 “As God is my witness, as God is my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”
– Gone with the Wind (movie)


Then I stuff all the food that I can down my gullet.  Near the point of explosion but not quite there.

I often wonder how close I can get before I am too close.

Then I reach for the Tums.


The power of nostalgia

I heard and liked this pop song when I visited my relatives in Korean in the 80’s.  I was 15. It’s cheesier than I remember.  But I’m still digging it.  I feel 15.

Also this one:

Go Go Google.

The truth about work

Most of the people you see going to work today are LARPing (live-action role playing) an incredibly boring RPG (role-playing game) called “professionalism” that requires them to alter their vocabulary, posture, eating habits, facial expressions-every details all the way down to what they allow themselves to find funny.

-Cory Doctorow

It is beyond me too

“Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry.
It merely astonishes me.
How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company?
It’s beyond me.”

– Zora Neale Hurston (Badass)

h/t Another Round (

The Hillary I believe in



Hillary Rodham Clinton:  “How much time do we have? I am impatient and I sometimes come across as impatient, which is not always attractive, and [I] get really frustrated with people who don’t understand what I think it’s going to take to make our country great tomorrow just like we were yesterday.”

I want to believe that this is who puts on the pantsuit every day.

I want our next president to be a very smart lady who does not suffer fools gladly.

Fries for All

Happy National French Fry Day.

aka National Freedom Fry Day

aka National Belgian Fry Day

aka National Patatas Fritas Day

This delightful potato dish is of uncertain origin:  France?  Belgium?  Spain?

Whoever first created this dish, wherever he or she was, my most humble thanks for the kind of snack that gives such comfort and companionable sustenance with a beautiful blend of crispy crunch and soft warm fluffy potato.

According to wikipedia: “Professor Paul Ilegems, curator of the Frietmuseum in Bruges, Belgium, believes that Saint Teresa of Ávila fried the first French fries, referring also to the tradition of frying in Mediterranean cuisine.”

While I am sure this is not true – I want to believe that she was sainted for frying the first fry.

All I want for Xmas While at the Post Office

Waited in line at the Post Office for an hour. Their automated machines were down. They had two stations open and only one of them could take cash payments.  The line went out the door. The sound system played the song “Careless Whisper” on repeat.

When I got up to the counter, I had a whole lot of pieces of mail to send out. For work.  I sighed. She sighed. “I could use a drink right now,” she says. I nodded in agreement.

Something to help with the holiday cheer.  A bowl of punch or egg nog?  Maybe a keg?

Then we discussed migraine medications.  Apparently you can now take migraine meds through a nasal spray.  I had no idea.

Dear Congress, please give the Post Office the money to hire more people during the holiday season, put out bowls of punch, and pay for Spotify premium subscriptions.

My day so far

There is a hole in my ceiling and winged things with stingers are using this as a portal into my domain.

And a corporate merger including my employer has been cleared by the EU and the US DoJ

I am holding on to my seat in case of added turbulence.

‘Fessin’ Up When Foolin’ No One

I have a impressive zit on my nose.  It has taken up residence on the entire left side and is currently calling the shots at work.  It makes lingering eye contact with everyone we meet, without even having eyes – to the point where for the first time in my history, I am trying to cover it up.

Unfortunately, after a lifetime of not wearing make up, I have no idea what I am doing.  The results are ghastly.  Which brought to mind Martha Reeves and the Vandellas:

It’s such a great track, great drum intro, that ever present tambourine, sassy back up vocals and Ms. Martha.

“Everywhere I go
Your face I see
Every step I take
You take with me, yeah”
– Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, Eddie Holland

Totally distracted from my nose trauma.  I’ll have a dance party and let this ghastly zit tackle my inbox at work.

Re: A Good Song

“… this is what you gotta understand: I’m a DJ, and I’ve already established before on Twitter and elsewhere that you gotta know what the difference is between a good song and a bad song. Songs that I consider personally bad are also effective, and songs that I think are great don’t stick. For me, I think it’s a crime that Chromeo is not up there, because their level of pop songs — aw man, it’s everything I could ever want. It isn’t sticking. I want “Jealous” to win [Song of the Summer] so bad, but it’s obvious “Fancy” is pretty much ruling the summer.”
– Questlove

Well crafted pop songs have their own irresistible logic.  Like it or not.