
366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 120

Released 28 Years Ago Today
Annie Lennox: Diva (1992)
IMHO, her Masterpiece.
366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 119

What The Hell Did I Just Watch?
Bat. Shit. Insane.


Mood
January 2020

February 2020

March 2020

April 2020

Quite the Show Last Night

Just Get On Your Back and Relax, Jakey…

In This Time of CORONA…
…it’s the little things.

This is Supposed to Frighten Me?
Rabid Christian: “You’re going to hell!”
Me: “What’s in hell?”
Rabid Christian: “People like you.”
Me: “What’s in heaven?”
Rabid Christian: “People like me.”
Me, walking away: “…You need to work on your threats.”
“VCR Head Cleaner”

I Think We’re All To That Point, Freddie.
Queen: I’m Going Slightly Mad
Monday
I don’t drink, but…

366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 118


Fuckin’ Siri…

Submitted Without Comment

Vintage Audio Porn

I learned about these precision engineered Teac components long after they were commercially available. If I’d known earlier, I’d definitely have them in my living room at the moment, I’m sure. They seem to have taken up the mantle started by the Technics Micro Series (or “Concise” as they’re known outside the U.S.) 20 years earlier. Impressive.
“Define ‘Hypocrisy'” Part 2
You say it’s your right to protest, but you get angry when Kaepernick takes a knee.
You say your body is your own, but you get angry at a woman who demands the same.
You are against abortion, saying every life is precious, yet you are willing to sacrifice your parents and grandparents for the economy.
You claim coronavirus is fake, yet you wear a mask, gown, and gloves.
You say healthcare is a privilege, but want your covid-19 hospitalization covered.
You say socialism is bad, yet your hand is out for a stimulus check, unemployment benefits, and you wait in line at a food bank.
What you say confuses me.
Forgive me if I no longer care what you say.
[source]
Prescient


PSA

History Repeating. Hopefully.

Okay, Karen

A Gentle Reminder

Freedumb!

Quote of the Day
Nothing could be worse than a return to normality. Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.
We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world, and ready to fight for it.” ~ Arundhati Roy
She gets it. And it makes my heart flutter.
Finding Solace in Uncertainty

I’ve been meaning to write this for several days but all my ideas hadn’t really jelled yet. I’m not sure they’re even all there now, but the graphic above is a definite jumping off point.
As I stated above, this pandemic isn’t just some blip; it’s the catalyst that is bringing about a fundamental change in the human society functions. I mean, let’s face it: we’ve all known for some time now that things (and by “things” I mean pretty much every aspect of our human existence on this planet) have been broken. It’s something that personally I have been unable to specially identify, but more of a feeling that things were not right. It felt almost as if we’d slipped into some other reality. This has been especially prevalent these past three years, and the phrase, “This planet needs an enema!” has graced my lips more than once.
Along the same lines, as I wrote a little more than a month ago, I’ve often joked that someone needed to find the planetary reset button and push it. Now I’m thinking, “Well asshole, you got what you wanted. It’s been pushed. What now?”
It’s hard to provide an answer for that question, being as we are unfortunately I fear, in the very early days of the actual transition. But fifty, a hundred years from now, people will be able to look back and see this for what it was and say, “Yes, this is the point that x-happened” with a clarity we presently lack.
And yet—despite recent mood swings that have caught me unawares—I fundamentally remain an optimist, and the optimist in me is clinging to the belief that this period is what sends human civilization on a path that eventually leads to the future Gene Roddenberry visualized fifty years ago. Maybe it won’t be a nuclear war that sends us to the stars; perhaps it will be a global pandemic that allows us to reorder our priorities and set things right for all the residents of this tiny rock.
Impure Thoughts

