The little girl wanted the black fringed purse with purple and turquoise embroidery, but it was $12, and she hesitated. The next week, all they had left were ugly orange and yellow embroidered ones.
Prompt via Sammi Scribbles
Fandango tagged me in this fun game, and I am almost at my NaNo goal of 25K, so I’m relaxing a bit.
Here are the rules:
- Thank the the person who tagged you. Thank you Fandango.
- Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day. See below.
- Select 3 bloggers to take part in “3-2-1 Quote Me.” My tags will be at the end of the post, so you’ll need to read the whole damn post to see if you’ve been tagged.
There is no deadline for participating in the game, which makes it perfect for everyone.
Truth is a tricky thing. We discussed it a lot in philosophy (my phone wants me to put Philadelphia). We spent a long time on the sentence “Katie is waiting for Santa Claus.”
There are things that are true, things that are correct, and things that are real. Are they always all the same things? Hmm.
But I don’t have to ponder any of that now. All that’s required of me is to plop a couple quotes here and then tag peeps.
“When truth is replaced by silence, the silence is a lie.” — Yevgeny Yevtushenko
(And silence favors the oppressor.)
“The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.” — Niels Bohr
(See? Truth is tricky. Told yas!)
Keera Ann Fox
Done and dusted!
You may have read that the NRA recently admonished doctors to “stay in your lane” when they decided docs shouldn’t be talking about gun control. Then a whole bunch of doctors tweeted “this is my lane” regarding bullet holes in their patients. They gave a well-deserved takedown to those arrogant bullies at the NRA who believe no one has the right to disagree with them.
There was a time when I agreed with the idea that people should, in public, stick with their field of expertise. I disliked it when actors and other entertainers gave their political opinions publicly. When I watched an award show, I didn’t want to hear political diatribes. When I listened to a speech from the Prez, I didn’t want him going off the rails to rant about his pet peeves.
Topics had their places and you could call them lanes. Celeb gossip was for tabloid mags, not the nightly news. Crazy grandpas made holidays miserable for their own families only. Religious loons preached to their choirs. Now it’s all mixed together like a toxic soup. Scholarly, researched articles are accessible on the internet same as wackadoo ramblings about aliens popping out of volcanoes. So, where are the lanes?
There aren’t any. The lanes have been erased. Now anyone gets to jabber on about anything at anytime, in all our faces. It’s up to the listeners to sort out the wheat from the chaff and decide what’s good info, what should be addressed in debate, and what to switch off altogether because it’s not even worth our attention.
Unfortunately, I am finding the “real news” to be extremely tabloid-like lately, at least online (I don’t watch TV news). Suddenly Monica Lewinsky is opining about Bill again. Why? Who cares? Michelle Obama “wrote” a book and her feelings keep popping up. They aren’t news. Neither are the doings of the royals across the pond every damn day. Charles is 70! Why do I need to know that?
Talk about drifting out of your lane! I swear, half the “journalists” aren’t even on the freeway any longer. 😡
Fandango asks the provocative question what we would do if we could be the opposite sex for one day.
Me, I would find it the most interesting to do exactly the same things as I normally do and see how people treat me differently, or if they do.
Forex, I often compliment the server in my favorite coffee place when she has a new manicure because she gets super pretty, elaborate ones. If I did this as a man, would she say thanks as usual, or hesitate cuz it now seems weird and/or creepy to make a comment?
People generally hold doors for me ~ would they do this if I were a man?
However, people also seem to cut me off a lot in traffic. Maybe they wouldn’t if a manly face was behind the wheel. I’d like to know!
Same with lines. The same person (man or woman) who holds the door will step in front of me in line. I bet if I were a man they wouldn’t.
These are the little things I think it’d be fun to discover.
Of course, according to a certain orange slush for brains, I would also vote twice.
It’s easy to be funny on the fly ~ most of us have come up with a zinger or three and cracked up our friends. I do it pretty often, but a lot of my jokes fail, especially in text. Imagine being funny for 5 minutes straight or 10 or 30… think that’s easy? No, it’s not.
Beware of the man who insists he’s funny all the time and humor is easy for him. They are manipulative and scary. There’s a reason why so many people are terrified of clowns ~ I’m not, but I get it. When you don’t laugh at the clown, he gets angry, very angry. It’s never his failure to be funny; it’s always you not getting it.
I love parody, but it has to be good. Crappy parody makes me cringe. I’ll give you an example. I think Alec Baldwin’s parodies of Trump on SNL are crappy. They’re simply imitating Trump’s stupidity, not adding any dimension to it. When someone came out portraying Bannon as Darth Vader? That was great parody! Larry David’s parody of Bernie Sanders had me on the floor. So effing funny.
One of my favorite parodies of all time is the film Analyze This! It gently mocks the entire mob movie genre, starring Robert DeNiro as a caricature of all the mob guys he’s ever played. I love it so much. Billy Crystal is wonderful as the straight-man psychiatrist.
I love language-centered humor and wordplays. I find a lot of country music has super funny lyrics, which is why I roll my eyes at peeps who dismiss it outright. Have you ever heard “She’s Got a Way with Words” by Blake Shelton? Omg hilarious!
The best kind of humor imo is the kind that’s intertwined with the story, not the focus of it, but inevitable, despite drama and trauma, because ~ let’s face it ~ you have to laugh at the absurdity of life lest you go completely bonkers.
Or you can do both. Some people are better at multitasking than otters.
Posted in Fun, Movies, Music, Noodling, TV, Writing
Tagged celebs, fiction, FOWC, language, philosophy, politics, psychology, reviews