So, I’ll be watching baseball later. October should be interesting in our nation’s capital for this Braves fan…
Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.
I’ve been reading quite a bit about narcissism lately because, before I moved to DC, I knew maybe one or two seriously, pathologically malignant narcissists. I’ve increased that number by 5. And I’ve watched at least one person I knew turn into one. He always had the tendency — hell, I have the tendency — but he turned that corner some time ago in pursuit of status and money and social mobility. How do I know it’s malignant? Because he brags about his skills as a manipulator like it’s something to be emulated and admired for. It’s sort of like watching these larval American Psychos slither out of their pods. Blergh. And I think DC just fosters that kind of thing. It’s not easy to be righteous in a town like this. Even some of the best people do ethically questionable things and the weak either assimilate or run away. And if it’s assimilation then it must be classified strength rather than weakness because the narcissist will have none of that kind of less-than-sexy designation. Sad really. But I don’t care. I can turn corners, too.
So, my uber liberal friend Charlie sent the following to the Coach and myself today:
Charlie: I wish that I could have been there with you to see [this] if you would have just combusted instantly or launched like a rocket out of the roof of the arena. haha My favorite part would have to be the “She then began singing a slow, seductive version of “Like a Virgin” while rolling around on a piano top.”
The Coach: “When Obama is in the White House for a second term I’ll take it all off.” Mitt Romney just got his latest campaign commercial. I just dry-heaved so hard I think I pulled something. No one wants to see your 55 year old boobs and man arms, or what I can only assume is a wrinkly ass. Put them away.
Me: I have nothing to add except I don’t think I trust Madonna’s judgment on anything.
On the topic of whether or not he actually takes another term, there’s this. I pay zero attention to polls — I think they’re bullshit no matter what they say because every statistics class I ever took was essentially a lesson in data [arithmetic?] manipulation. But I like the football metaphor. More people should write like that.
How much do I love the idea of throwing stuff into a parchment bag and tossing it into an oven for 15 minutes? I like it. A lot.
My sis sent this to me. Dig it.
Now, for your musical selection, via Ali P. with a call for UGA to DO THIS! Pretty solid stuff here.
And, in case you need to be reminded or introduced to how beautiful this piece of music is, I post this again. I really, really love this piece. And not only for the show. It stands on its own as wonderful.
Also, unfortunately my recollection of this did not help me be awesome at trivia last week. But I remembered a lot of the preamble because of this. Schoolhouse RAWK.