Celebrities , you gotta love them . So what is everyone crying about when Elon Musk and his GF Grimes decide to change their newborn’s name again. ? It took an Elongated 3 tries to say Ash or Kyle or Pokémon ..or whatever. I’ll call it a sweet baby potato because I still can’t pronounce it .
Just got on social media to see what I’d missed and I just want to say two things : wasn’t the Spacex/NASA launch amazing and Carol Baskin killed her husband.
Early on I didn’t believe
I couldn’t see
Just let the waves carry me
Before the fog rolled in
But after the frost
I let my sight out to seek
Searching upwards for the key
And there were none
Just black night I see
You had not surfaced
And I thought you slept
Do I have any plans for the week?
You liked to plan for your eternity
I have to have my sleep
I have to say that you can keep
My dangerous, carelessly gorgeous
love for you
declared on now stained diary sheets
pen and ink bled for all to see
That my life is weak
But it’s me
who has non patiently waited
I like to plan for my eternity
Look up at the night
before you leave
And I’ll see you in the tear blotted ink
It happens to everyone. You hit a dead end on your already struggling road to writing martyrdom. There is no cure and there is no way through the concrete wall of no-words-ville . You have to suffer through it or sandblast your way out . How do you do that ? You force yourself to write crap. Remembering Rome wasnt built in a day and your novel obviously wasn’t built in a pandemic either . So lets get on to the bilious tripe you are going to spew in the name of getting you through the slump of dead thoughts. Or you can do what I’ve been doing to make it through this sad trial in life .
- Make theme songs for the events in your everyday life
- Reimagine the lyrics of a well known song to fit a certain event or person
- Have golf practice in your living room
- Try to come up with a weirder name than the baby of Elon Musk and Grimes
- Work the equation for the above mentioned name
- Practice the Carol Baskin dance
- Make your dog look like Carol Baskin
Well that is all I’ve got for you today but I’ll be back tomorrow with more rules and pointers on living with the plague.
From the directors of Why am I drinking this yellow water anyway? comes the stinking awful …
Grating on our nerves: Sounds of the Sewer…the show where you have to quickly decide if your clues to the $10 prize are leading to the gutter or …
Stay tuned to find out…
Does Larry the plumber take the plunge or does he run when he hears …
”Look at this one, Williams.it just makes me want to cry a little. What’s your problem? Didn’t want to be alloyed before asbestos, huh,?You tapping out because it’s cold? Waaaa waaaa waaa … “
“Who’s the lucky jerk gonna be today ..time to fake a clog and then accidentally…
“Haha …longest ride his ass will ever take .. last year we had people sad about only two moons … ”
The following is the photo prompt, thank you Rochelle Wisoff for all you do ❤️
I learned that I am going to be French today. I guess you think congratulations are in order. I suppose . I mean, you probably think I’m the luckiest girl in the world. When you’re an archduchess -of The HOLY ROMAN FREAKING EMPIRE- no less, it’s pretty much a given that you’ll get a decent marriage. Especially when your mama is a bombass Empress who has no idea how to be anything less than fantastic. Throw in a king who is not playing by mama’s rules ( King George III of England )and the youngest daughter(me) who needs a powerful alliance (aka marriage) and voila … you have a new home in the most important, elegant and notoriously extravagant court in all Europe. France.
I’m not really a fan of politics or alliances or anything that has no fun in it but I hear that Mama hates the French. So why did she ship me in her words “straight to the lion’s den ?” To France -a land of the most wicked king in the world?
Well, simply put it it’s that my mama hates the English even more than she hates the French king, a pompous prig whose name is Louis XV who in turn hates old George III as well so there you go -and, it’s the only logical solution. The enemies of your enemies are your friends. I think that’s how it goes. But I’m not really sure what it means other than that I am going to France. Quite the honor, you see .
What could possibly go wrong?
Absolutely everything. I’m 13 and 41 minutes old, to be exact and I’m exactly what I’m supposed to be. Young, frivolous and carefree. I love dogs and dancing. I am a happy and naive girl that is the hope of the Hapburg dynasty.
Who am I, you ask?
Oops, you mean I didn’t properly introduce myself? My name is Maria Antonia Josepha but you can call me Marie Antoinette.