We're all stressed these days. Worries about the economy, about the elections, about global warming, the ever growing sense of personal failure combined with the horror of seeing people who pronounce 'primer' as primmer sliding upwards into six figure jobs, as well as the realization that there may never actually be a decent Star Wars novel. That's not even mentioning the dawning truth that I may end up dying without having had the benefit of being cuddled by Tina Fey.
So you're stressed, I'm stressed, my co-member in the London Justice League, Jim Dandy is stressed. Boy, is he ever.
So even though I swore I'd never share this, below is what I turn to when I just feel I can't go on. When the darkness is winning. When it seems the last decent light in the Universe has been replaced by a piece of cardboard that says 'Light' to save money, I watch this. And then, life seems worth living again, if only (sigh) for awhile.
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Nice.
So what do you think? Double-sided tape? A Wesley Crusher containment field? Fishing line? Anti-gravity?
And stress! We're old friends. Most evenings, around midnight or so, I get together with Stress and the Black Dog and we ponder those things that can be fixed and worry those that can't. Guess which list is longer these days.
That video, and a chocolate chip cookie did wonders for my mood.
CL,
My vote is tape. My second vote is to apply that tape. Juvenile? Hell yeah.
Fucking Black Dog. I wish I lived in the age when one could be a functional alcoholic. Just leave me alone at night. Dammit, now I have to go have another cookie and another view at the video.
Wait...Yippee!
I'm going with proof that this is a kind and caring universe that occasionally overwhelms us with cheesecake.
Ah, the Black Dog. He pads by my chair most nights, looks long into my eyes, then settles at my feet.
A functional alcoholic. Like Dick Van Dyke in the original TV show. That's what I want to be--come home to a black and white house, throw back six or seven martinis and apparently not feel them. Instead, I have half a glass of wine and get a pounding headache that actually goes back in time and affects me two weeks previous.
I've heard this video has actually brought men back from the brink of death, akshully.
Hey Kid, you probably never picked up on this before, because it's very subtle. In fact, I had to slow the video down and watch it frame-by-frame - a few times! - but eventually it became clear:
Them girls have got huge hooters!!
Now you may find that you enjoy it even more, on subsequent viewings...
Oh jeez, here's Matt again with his typical tin-foil hat conspiracy theory about sexuality in videos. Matt, maybe you see breasts when you slow it down (and how creepy is that?), but the rest of us see a lovely, off-white Telecaster.
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