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BIG UPS TO THE FACT-CHECKIN CAJUNS OUT THERE
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LOL
“Mother, sit down. I’d like to talk to you about diversifying my portfolio.
“If you’d just let me walk you through this brief deck discussing options, perhaps we can come to a mutually satisfying arrangement.”
This used to be a thing on variety and talk shows, the drummer going around to various kits playing some zany solo.
Look at that traditional grip, the hunched over back, the flipping over the butt end of the stick on the high hats trick, the Vistalite kit. You can draw a straight line back through Bonham to Rich. Even the sweater with the long collar hanging out! Boom!
It’s like a YouTube compilation of classic TV drum solo videos from the 70’s that harken back to the glory days of the big band era, but it was actually made IN THE TIME OF CLASSIC DRUM SOLOS ON TV THAT HARKEN BACK TO THE BIG BAND ERA.
OMG It’s the inspiration for the HEY YA VIDEO!!!!!
Ew, yes
“In 2007, according to the labor economist Sylvia Allegretto, the six Walton family members on the Forbes 400 had a net worth equal to the bottom 30 percent of all Americans.”
Thank God someone finally said this. The NPR story on the museum’s opening a few weeks ago gave me the voms, but I forgot to write about it. Shudder.
1. It pays well to be a doomsayer.
2. The Aristotle quote sent a chill down my spine. That’s really the only sentence you need to read in this blog post.
3. How could the word “epistemology” not appear at least once?
4. I chuckle that we are still engaged in silly debates about the downfall of modernism.
#PhilosophyMajor
Super Hyphy Confessional Style
I’ve been on Bactrim before. Bakktrim. Good metal band name.
“Two LL Beans?” He says. “WE-IRD.” Pause. “The Best Water Bottle…”
The doctor said, “I’m fine with you having one drink.” Wuh-oh. “But in five days you’ll be ready for the holidays.”
He was a middle-aged (?) Egyptian man with an office on Madison Avenue. This is what happens when you combine a belief in Deepak Chopra’s spontaneous fulfillment of desire and the Duane Reade walk-in clinic.
I loved that the doctor at the Duane Reade walk-in clinic never called it that by name. “Hi uh…Dr. Egyptian Name…yeah, it’s Dr. Weirdo at the…Urgent Care Group.”
There was a moment after I peed in a cup for the third time, and while I was haunched over the examination table with Dr. Weirdo’s hands on my back, looking for evidence of scoliosis, that I was like, uh, who’s zooming who? And I laughed. There was only SLIGHTLY enough evidence for my narcissism to kick in.
Dr. Weirdo remains convinced I’m suffering from a sports injury I’ve forgotten. “Soccer,” he said. As if it wasn’t more than twenty years ago that I last played a competitive game of basketball.
I think I ran out of free Duane Reade follow-ups. (The best deal in town, by the way!) So he had to pass me off to someone.
“Oh, you’re really going to like Dr. Egyptian Name,” he said. “He’s a real gentleman. He had a whole floor at the hospital to himself. With seven or eight residents following him around at all times.”
Oh he’s a charmer. With waxed eyebrows. Could pass for Yul Brenner. Speaking French to the (probably also Egyptian?) elderly woman who probably had the real 9am appointment.
Dr. Egyptian Name went straight for the tough questions. “Any…sex toys?”
WELL DOCTAH EGYPTIAN NAME, AH NEV-AH!
The next thing I know, he’s drawing my blood, hammering my knees, and confirming my scoliosis. Well thanks, but what I’m really here to find out is, how come after 5 days of Cipro, and 3 days of Bactrim, and 2 more days of Bactrim, I still can’t produce “clean” pee?
Dr. Weirdo accused me of doing it wrong. Did you know you can pee wrong? “A clean catch involves peeing into the toilet, and then only catching the second half.”
So guess I’m just a cray-cray hypochondriac who can’t get enough of doctorly love. Just pass me from one man without a wedding ring to another man without a wedding ring. Sure, tell me about the time you drank hurricanes at Pat O’s and passed out. Sure! That’ll be fifty dollars, get an X-Ray (????), take your Bactrim and see ya on Tuesday.
C-YA!
(by R.W.W.)
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
I have a terrible case of senioritis.
Work life is filled with The Last ________s.
Perhaps these Last ________s are occurring in relation to the senioritis. The emotions hold when there are still assignments to complete.
During my actual senioritis, referring to the second batch in the late 90s, I made decisions like Fukkit I don’t care if I’m one more credit away from a French major and Yeah let’s wear matching pink jelly bracelets and mostly just this is bullshit man, fukkit.
Cause everything would have been sooo different if I had taken that class on Rousseau.
ANYHOO
I can feel these instincts yawning, as if woken from a deep slumber, kind of half-heartedly wagging their tails like George if you’re the first to get home. On a cellular level, I should be having more fukkits, but now I just chuckle at them. Darling little fukkits. It’s a reminder of my former hotheadedness.
I can more apologetically experience my senioritis without calling attention to it.
I think. 6 more days to go.
