Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere.
I am not stabilized this morning, w/ internal pain + brain/fatigue. At least no headache. I seldom get a chance to remember my dreams, because of the migraine, the need to get up, etc. Plus, dreams don't really happen much unless I am on a "healing" curve. I went to bed early, which helped me remember a little of last night's dreams, despite how I feel presently.
Something about taking a trip into China. There were a lot of equipment failures going on in that country, no surprise. Our bus was stopped by the fall of a very large cement mixer truck, right in front of us. The delay meant that we would miss our flights back home. Uh-oh.
Just to mention - apparently the food at the Olympics is terrible. (Or maybe everyone's but the Chinese contestants). I don't care to watch one thing about the Olympics, just as many have given up watching sports: Too much associated political garbage. Speaking of garbage: You won't find videos of the terrible food on YouTube and searches, because it's not PC, but Here's one video that is everywhere - oh the wonder of modern China!
The other dream: I was back at the old house and ultra-rightwingers lived in the vacant lot next door. I had a chat with one of them. Their failures were covered by God insurance. They had a giant raised truck with not two but three layers of extended cab, painted camo, and it was driving down the road on top of parked vehicles. Crunch. This reminds me of the time my father drove home, coming down the street, hitting or grazing most of the parked cars he passed. Then he went to bed.
I often wonder if he ever got bejezuz sued by that, but some things are just not talked about. But, here's that video of a school Xing guard saving a little girl. They say she's a hero but actually she failed to stop the oncoming car. Instead, she assumed it had stopped and allowed the poor girl to cross the street.
That's almost like people who burn their own bulidings down just for the insurance money. People taking credit for solving the problems they create. Whatever. Accidents will happen. And it also reminds me of.
I was thinking about the magic of Elvis Costello lyrics. (And then I also saw up listed with countless classical music composers in a Wikipedia list). He is such a punster. I love these lyrics:
Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters, in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers, oh you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Big Sister's Clothes
Oliver's Army...
"One more widow, one less white nigger..." - woops! Woops!!
If I can shape up today, after a forced nap, and not a nip, (I haven't had alcohol in 2-3 months), I think I will do posts about the virus or lack thereof. And maybe one about how I seem to do better on LJ w/ married non-urban females than w/ single urban females. (Or maybe I just get along better with happier people). And I want to finish this post with a picture of another racy malcontent: Cartman! (click pic to go to journal post/ credit).
Something about taking a trip into China. There were a lot of equipment failures going on in that country, no surprise. Our bus was stopped by the fall of a very large cement mixer truck, right in front of us. The delay meant that we would miss our flights back home. Uh-oh.
Just to mention - apparently the food at the Olympics is terrible. (Or maybe everyone's but the Chinese contestants). I don't care to watch one thing about the Olympics, just as many have given up watching sports: Too much associated political garbage. Speaking of garbage: You won't find videos of the terrible food on YouTube and searches, because it's not PC, but Here's one video that is everywhere - oh the wonder of modern China!
The other dream: I was back at the old house and ultra-rightwingers lived in the vacant lot next door. I had a chat with one of them. Their failures were covered by God insurance. They had a giant raised truck with not two but three layers of extended cab, painted camo, and it was driving down the road on top of parked vehicles. Crunch. This reminds me of the time my father drove home, coming down the street, hitting or grazing most of the parked cars he passed. Then he went to bed.
I often wonder if he ever got bejezuz sued by that, but some things are just not talked about. But, here's that video of a school Xing guard saving a little girl. They say she's a hero but actually she failed to stop the oncoming car. Instead, she assumed it had stopped and allowed the poor girl to cross the street.
That's almost like people who burn their own bulidings down just for the insurance money. People taking credit for solving the problems they create. Whatever. Accidents will happen. And it also reminds me of.
I was thinking about the magic of Elvis Costello lyrics. (And then I also saw up listed with countless classical music composers in a Wikipedia list). He is such a punster. I love these lyrics:
Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters, in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers, oh you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Big Sister's Clothes
Oliver's Army...
"One more widow, one less white nigger..." - woops! Woops!!
If I can shape up today, after a forced nap, and not a nip, (I haven't had alcohol in 2-3 months), I think I will do posts about the virus or lack thereof. And maybe one about how I seem to do better on LJ w/ married non-urban females than w/ single urban females. (Or maybe I just get along better with happier people). And I want to finish this post with a picture of another racy malcontent: Cartman! (click pic to go to journal post/ credit).