Hey yo. Taking a break and wanted to share a piece of nerdy political hilarity from Facebook. A friend of mine posted her concern that her health insurance premiums were going up by 7% and was curious about all the rhetoric about healthcare being more affordable going forward. After the obligatory “oh but you’ll be covered by blah blah blah things you weren’t covered for before”, there was still some consternation on the part of even those folks, hoping that the increase was worth the extra coverage. Then one brave guy pipes up with a “Where were all of you last year during the election? Did everyone here vote for Romney?”
Oh I laughed and laughed. Because my guess is the answer is no. Welcome to that funny phrase you’ve heard: “elections have consequences.” Thank you Dude Who Cuts to the Chase. We need to be friends.
Okay, I got nothing else today but some links and things and one of my all-time favorite songs. I can’t listen to it without jumping around the living room. Also, I think since Monday’s Veteran’s Day, I may try to drive to a not-too-far out of town battlefield and just walk around. I know it’s more appropriate for Memorial Day but still seems like a good thing to do. Not as glamorous as whatever it is I’m sure the cool kids are humblebragging about as we speak, but it works for me. And my soul. And maybe, by extension, the greater good because one person humbled has an effect. Anyway…
Aziz Ansari cracks me up with his Southern accent and tendency to think everything — EVERYTHING — is funny.
Dan Savage jumped his shark a long time ago (and yes, feel free to consider that a sexual euphemism. I guarantee Savage already has.), but this guy’s take on it is so revealing since he’s looking at it as an Englishman. The ugly American is alive and well.
A friend’s band is playing tonight at the best BBQ place in town. When he asked if I wanted to go I think I gave him the verbal equivalent of “What is ya, ignorant?” Looking forward to it.
Oh, the man. Faulkner changed my life people. The Sound and The Fury was like stumbling around half-asleep and being jolted almost to tears when turning on the bathroom light. And I hear he knew how to drink…
Speaking of drinking, every time I read fiction set during this time period in the Deep South, they’re always drinking their madeira. I need to go to a tasting…
It’s a day late but I give you Justin Bartha, especially the first picture. In the water. Yeah. All of that.
Now here. I guarantee you can’t listen to this without wanting to move around.