I’m waffling on the Hillary question. Though I keep on reading about how younger people support Hillary because they’re more open minded, NY Mag interviewed four college age kids: three were for Edward. They might have done this on purpose; I have no way of knowing.
My friends are waffling between Hillary and Barack. My friends are all baby boomers. I don’t believe that we have to support either because one happens to be a woman and the other is Black. Personally, I have questions about them about both, yet if after I read more…might support one. The real point is don’t pigeon hole people based on birth years That’s stupid.
Like Boston Legal? You should 🙂 Here‘s something a bit different, and the Wombat gets the credit for best lines, putting it together and more.
If anybody has experience with team Blogger Beta blogs–that’s a mouthful, please let me know if you have had problems with two people editing one post. Thanks
Yesterday felt like spring. It was wonderful. Cold but no wind. The wind is back and the high is going to be 22 degrees–the highest for the week apparently. This is the first time in my life I have appreciated cold weather in its time.
Many people don’t think that I have a sense of humor. I find that very funny. During the Pia meets the radical right and lives to outwit them days, I did earnest so damn well. I meant everything that I said, and said nothing that couldn’t be Freyed I loved the image of some people thinking I was the real life embodiment of Al Franken’s old PBS lady. I really did.
I’m much more like the Courting pinup. Though having grown older I dress more conservatively but I let my assets show. Oh, think of me as a younger, way cuter, Sue Ann Nivens (Betty White) on The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Can’t believe that I remembered her name. And I’m probably to shallow to fall for Lou Grant, though I do have a gigantic crush on Frank Rich, so….
Thing is I can have a very ironic, way understated sense of humor. I won’t give examples as they’re all over Courting.
I can be snarky to the max. In college my friend Shelby and bonded because we called the girl who sat between us in Poli Sci, “the iron curtain.” She was Shelby’s roommate who didn’t want to share friends, and was fat. I had met the roommate first so she thought I had to be her friend. That she came out the next year had nothing to do with this, sure 🙂
My boyfriend had lessons in sarcasm since the cradle as did I. He played and plays practical jokes. They’re still funny. We’re still friends.
I let him think that he taught me to be sarcastic. It was the only game I played. No, our entire relationship was the prototype for games people play. We didn’t see that then or understand the reasons. We do now, though we never overtly discuss it. He was the person who gave me The List
years after we were divorced.
Something that has always bothered me: men are allowed to play practical jokes, women shouldn’t. But if your best friend was always losing her keys and for some reason, like safety, you had them, wouldn’t you tell her that you lost them? Since you do the straight face so well, it would be a crime not to. She fell for it week after week.
I taught the joke to her daughter, and we improved upon it. I taught her a few other jokes, belly laughed at hers because she learned to play practical jokes better than anybody. I can still out stare her in a staring contest, but she’s a rather precious sixteen year old, I don’t anticipate winning next year. I only win now because I have always excelled in it.
I have never been afraid to look like a fool. It catches people off guard. I can’t sing so I will. I was thinking of doing a Karaoke podcast because I’m convinced that I can do harmony to some songs. My sister is also. We must have been given the same drugs as kids because nobody else thinks so.
My sense of humor comes across more in person. I probably could have down stand-up if I could have remembered a joke. Instead all these oxymoron’s and other things come flying out of my mouth, people laugh and do the “you’re so funny, you’re so funny,” damned if I can remember, but they’ll come up to me six months later and repeat the line. I of course say “I heard that somewhere.”
I haven’t really let that side of me, the best side of me, show too often. Both the radical right and politics depressed me. I had the 9/11/dead mother a month later thing going. Politics was so wrong for me
I became immersed in remembering that I had problems. Though somehow they hadn’t stood in my way. I couldn’t have made this blog had I let them. I didn’t see that. Felt so overwhelmed.
I needed a blog free vacation desperately. I loved it.
I love blogging but my blog’s been under so much scrutiny since it began. That took a toll. It would have been great if I actually knew what a blog was when I began or had more of a learning curve. But, uh….I was descended upon the radical right. Who were these people to tell me what I could and couldn’t write about? Now I see many Republican bloggers openly disdaining Karl Rove and questioning Bush’s judgment because he chooses to be loyal to Rove. It’s about time.
I will be posting at least once a week. The original intent of Courting was to see unedited words in print–we have, we won’t that much anymore, and to experiment with form, technique, word usage and more. We will. I do mean me, Toto and Mackenzie who has taken over for Savannah the PC
If you don’t get my sense of humor, don’t worry. I didn’t know I had one until I went to college. My father told me that I didn’t have one and I believed him. Actually I spent my entire adolescence pouting.
He might have had a point. No matter how great your relationship was with your parents, there are things, good and bad, that you don’t see until they have been gone awhile. I think it was planned that way, and no amount of therapy and/or insight can teach you until they’re not on this earth anymore. I actually have some examples but have to work on that some more.
That is, if you had compound/complex parents who defied easy categorization. Mine defined compound/complex. I made the term up for them many years ago. They never knew whether it was a compliment or not.
When I think of my parents I mostly laugh. Aside from driving me crazy because they thought it was hysterical as I was so easily humiliated by them, they were very funny.