There are a few song lyrics that get into my head, unannounced. They decide when they will appear and when they will go away. Some are unprompted and others have a trigger. As shelter in place continues, more are added. 1. Britney Spears "Hit me Baby One More Time" - Every morning I wake up … Continue reading Hit me baby, one more time.
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Seeing Red.
It is rare that I ever get truly angry. I might get annoyed, peeved or mildly incensed but I don't usually throw tantrums or plan out complicated vendettas in my free time. I got that out of my system when I was a kid. I was more of a whiner. My Dad had a "No … Continue reading Seeing Red.
Do you really need that in here?*
*Written under the influence of cold meds. Can we please draw the line when it comes to talking on cell phones in public restrooms? Why do people feel the need to have conversations in there? If the call is so important, shouldn't your focus be on that rather than your bladder? Or if you have … Continue reading Do you really need that in here?*
My Dad, the Great Australian Comedian.
My father and I are very close but are diametrically opposed when it comes to politics and the nature of political correctness. While I have never heard him use the term snowflake, I am sure he has thought it. Before you start thinking he is up there with David Duke, let me clarify by saying … Continue reading My Dad, the Great Australian Comedian.
thank u, next
I have my first troll! Does this mean that I am on my way to making it? How many trolls do you need to be considered successful? Is there an equation that for every troll there are 10 people who like what you have to say? In that case, bring on the haters! Supposedly feedback … Continue reading thank u, next
My Broken Picker 