Everyone

Everyone is writing a book, has written a book, is thinking of writing a book, or thinks they would write a better book than those who are writing or have written.

Everyone thinks they have ADD or ADHD. It's in style.

The few who don't identify as ADD or ADHD think they have OCD.

Everyone over 40 thinks they look ten years younger than their age (except  me. But I just found a Groupon for half-off Radiesse...).

Everyone thinks women over 40 should lighten their hair.

Everyone believes a happy, long-lasting monogamous marriage is a right, not a freak occurrence.

Everyone who reads this will think I'm overgeneralizing.



Lament:

I am sad that pantyhose are now against fashion law. "I can still wear them!" I said to myself in defiance recently (though I haven't- I've worn a skirt once in six months, with black tights, which are still ok), then I saw a woman in a floral dress, pantyhose and square-heeled pumps and realized how dated and old she looked. I have a stylish friend, older than me, who wears leggings under skirts in the summer. She always looks great. I don't know if I could get away with the look, but at least my inner thighs wouldn't chafe to combustion.

Into the Clouds

The Bright Side

Animals of YouTube sing "Jingle Bells"

Will Someone Please Stay With Me in a Fake Igloo in Greenland?

I really want to do this

Hello?

When a business or medical professional answers their internet-listed phone with just "Hello" my mind says goodbye.

There's just no excuse for that lack of professionalism.

It is also more professional to say "My pleasure" or "You're welcome" than "No problem".




I mean really. Providing customer service might have been a problem?

THERE IS NOTHING CLEVER ABOUT BACON

You are not special, whimsical, delightfully irreverant, or dashingly rogue because you love bacon. Bacon jelly beans, National Bacon Day, and bacon shaving cream do not in any way increase your likeability.

Sorry to be the one to have to tell you.

Laser Shows

In the 80s and 90s I went to a lot of laser shows. Laser Dark Side of The Moon, Laser Stones, Laser Rush, to name a very few. I haven't thought much about them in recent years. Tonight I did, and the longing I felt almost brought me to tears (Yes, really. What do you think you're reading here, a political blog?)Those shows were wonderful in an all-encompasing, completely enveloping way.

The earliest laser shows I went to were at the Miami Planetarium. I lived and worked close by, so I felt no remorse in going to Laser Rush not just a second time, but a third. This was in 1984. I wasn't a Rush fan at the time. I didn't get Geddy Lee's voice then. But as the loud music filled my ears and beautiful patterns danced across the domed 'sky' I was more settled, more content than I'd ever been.

The shows started with the room going dark and then pitch black, revealing a perfect night sky of twinkling stars. In that moment I felt home. No, that's too trite. All I can say is it was a soul-satisfying experience.

Laser shows were 90 minutes of pure heaven- except for one Laser Zeppelin show when a near riot erupted over warring factions of "STAIRWAY!!!" and "SHUT THE F UP!!", but never mind.

In the world I'd like to live in, there would be laseriums with movie theater hours. One could choose from a variety of laser shows any day of the week.

I don't remember if I ever saw Laser Moody Blues, but that would be awesome. Laser Quadrophenia would be great too. And of course Laser Rush would be a must.