Hey look, a Sunday post! Haven’t done that in a while. But things are changing, and I’m thinking for the good. Although the Captain Bring-downs, when things start looking up, do tend to come out of the woodwork to remind you that you’re not, in their estimation and in the parlance of the kids, sh*t. The most troubling is when the Captain BDs are inverse proportionists — that is to say, they consider their own happiness inversely related to yours. Then, the bring down becomes an active thing rather than just a passive reminder of the things that could go, or are, wrong. For them to be happy, you must be sad. Super duper heavy sigh. It’s like fighting a war, man. For real. I’ve been dealing with this nonsense for most of my life in fact — good Lord in Heaven help me break the cycle! — so it’s survivable. But I’d really like something different…I really would…
Anyway, I’m busy so Sunday postings may become a more frequent thing. And really, it’s a good day for it. Sunday’s always a good day. For a lot of personal and general reasons. So, maybe the benefit is more positive things from me. Cause that’s what I really like to do. I helped a friend with some work the other day — helped him accomplish something he’d been having trouble doing — and I put him in touch with someone who will very likely make any future attempt to accomplish that element of his job a whole bunch easier. That made my day man. More of that please. K, thnx.
In any event, as usual, pieces of fun that are also kind of where the old noggin’s been lately. This movie is my new favorite. I truly love it. And my oldest friend Bob let me know recently she did as well. Because shared interests never really go away, do they. And that’s a good. Also, points for Guns N’ Roses.
This just got me dancing this morning. So, ya know, here.
I caught a piece on this tour on the History Channel recently and thought is was amazing. Faulkner made his own mint juleps behind the bar at Musso & Frank Grill. That’s just kinda cool. Besides the fact that he was a raging alcoholic I mean. Ahem.
Finally, I love you Paste Magazine. I wear your shirt with pride because DC should know your awesomeness better. Thanks for the new music. Especially this one because, as is usually the case, it is exactly the thing. Exactly. And while some may think it odd that a free-market capitalist like myself might enjoy this song as much as I do, it’s pretty simple and not contradictory at all. Because, like Milton Friedman notes, capitalism is NOT a zero-sum game. It requires great cooperation. So, see, I just want to do good work, be a good woman, be a good person. If that motivates you to compete, that’s fine. If you compete effectively, maybe we could team up depending on what we have to offer one another. I know it’s a paradox. But try to open your mind to it. You’ll be much happier for it. Trust me.
Finally, time for a little SGF. Love.