This week seemed both long and short at the same time, but I’m assured it had the same 10080 minutes as most other weeks. Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable as we take a look at the week that was . . .
Monday marked One Year since I was at the Eras Tour. The big topics at work were Taylor Swift and the GOP governor who shot her dog. It was also a day I settled in for some comfort food for supper, enjoying a Guinness-based beef stew.
Tuesday was Jazz Day and I came up with one of the boppingest posts in years but it didn’t get a whole lot of love. Maybe you have to “get” jazz?
April in Paris giving Potato Head Blues on International Jazz Day? Take Five or Take the “A” Train & Sing, Sing, Sing Bye, Bye Blackbird with Linus and Lucy; A Love Supreme will show you What a Wonderful World it is – but It Don’t Mean a Thing (If it Ain’t Got That Swing). Mercy, Mercy, Mercy.
Tuesday was Walpurgisnacht and boy howdy did it really feel that way in some regards but I put out some honeyed and buttered bread to keep the hellhounds at bay and by Wednesday morning I was feeling better about things. I mean, I also got good rest and a friend brought me a brownie which I enjoyed with a large glass of milk . . .
Wednesday my mom went in for cataract surgery, only to have it delayed due to irregular heartbeat, which has since been diagnosed as atrial flutter. She’s getting the medical attention she needs and it’s all in her town and for that I’m glad.
Wednesday was also Beltane and then Thursday was both Fire Day and Scurvy Awareness Day and in addition to hearing and owl and getting a cookie that morning, I also made something somewhere between a Fireball Old Fashioned and a Flaming Sunrise. Whatever you call it, it was good.
Friday was Tuba Day and I got to chat a bit online with one of my friends who just so happened to have played tuba in state band some time ago – I’ll refrain from more details to protect their identity.
Friday also marked the day I decided to leave Twitter. Musk’s new regulations weakening the ban on Twitter has me downloading my data and planning to delete my account as soon as possible. I haven’t posted there since late October or early November, apart from Friday to give folks a heads up if they want to follow me elsewhere.
Its true that moderation has always been sketchy at best, but Musk actively promoting and enabling fascists, Nazis, and white supremacists, as well as prejudice, bigotry, and hate speech while at the same time censoring minority voices who dare speak up stopped me posting and only logging in to see the validity of certain shared tweets.
Personally, I think Musk is likely doing this since it it probable he is the most blocked person on the site he now controls.
I did have one person tell me that any move to weaken so-called “discriminatory blocking” was a good thing, but . .
(a) all blocking is discriminatory, and therefore isn’t a problem, and
(b) I, for one, do not wish the folks who said I should die to still have the ability to see my posts. Nor do I want to have Musk himself see my posts. I blocked bad faith actors for a reason.
I only see toxicity and fail to see how disarming blocking is a good thing. Despite the “argument” that folks should be confronted with the reality that blocking isn’t the end all be all – – I counter that when online it should be and is, in fact, the point.
If you have a different viewpoint you’re entitled to it, just don’t pretend this makes Twitter safer/better/more functional.
So. Goodbye Twitter. It was a fun, but that stopped some time ago. In two months it would’ve been twelve years, but nostalgia can only take you so far and you are decidedly unhealthy.
But let’s take a musical interlude. First, consider this picture (you may have to zoom in)
My first question is this: what are you playing? Honestly I’m oaky with everything here except “Africa” by Toto. I make no apology; it’s one of the worst songs I have ever heard.
My second question is: what are you picking for karaoke? I’d take a stab at Video Killed the Radio Star or Bad Moon Rising. It’s true: I enjoy listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, though I’ll admit Mourning Ritual’s cover of Bad Moon Rising is superior. If you haven’t heard it, here you go:
But maybe shower karaoke is more your thing. Do you have any “shower standards” ? Mine are likely some mix of these:
- Disenchanted- My Chemical Romance
- 1985 – Bowling for Soup
- We Didn’t Start the Fire – Billy Joel
- Hit Me with Your Best Shot – Pat Benatar
- 99 Luftballons – Nena
- Dying in LA – Panic! At The Disco
- Delta Dawn – Tanya Tucker
- Hallelujah – Paramore
- We Built This City – Starship
- Your Guardian Angel – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
You’ll forgive me for not linking each one of them, but here’s a Spotify playlist with these songs – and more!
Friday night Krystal had a work event that included supper so I made myself a mushroom, onion, green pepper, and bacon pizza. It was beautiful and tasted divine and was the best pizza I’ve made in a while. Not bad, considering I had to improvise a sauce at the very last moment . . .
Friday night was D&D and it was SO MUCH FUN getting back with friends to play after several weeks away. I’ve already typed up our notes for Session Thirteen!
Saturday I had one long headache that only eased up just before we left to visit Krystal’s parents for hamburgers and hotdogs. We had a great night of food and catching up and we introduced them to the TV show Somebody Feed Phil.
And just now I’m halfway through season three of Grimm and had a bowl of Zatarain’s jambalaya (made with beef stock, green peppers, onions, kielbasa, and garlic diced tomatoes) and winding the week down.
How have you been doing?
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