Sorry to Haid and all the folks who visit. I haven't had the time to post a full thought. I have been able to put down some ideas in the Hyperventillating File. Here are some thoughts I want to write about:
"Racism is What you Won't Eat"
"On Language and Music and why the hell can't Die Hard Evolutionists explain Beauty and Deep sh!t like that, to me. Try and convince me it all crawled outta the primordial ooze."
"More fun with the Brits. (An ongoing series of mockery and derision at their self-inflicted demise)"
"Apostates and the Jaish al-Murtadin (Army of Murtads)
I have been working without benefit of much sleep. Which causes me to say dumb things that my middle child, Mary remembers and parrots back to me at unexpected moments. My daughter and I are substituting for a friend, doing her early morning route....this in addition to my night job as a baker, and my thankfully sporadic day job as piano teacher and translator. I get about 3 hours of sleep a day, with a nap here and there. What's eight hours of sleep? HaH! We had over 500 papers to deliver today alone, and usually its about 200 a day.
During which, I have listened to " I kissed a Girl" for the last time. I started singing with the radio whenever it came on, and finally, my voice gave out, and now I sing it like Marge Simpson. No kidding.
it used to be that musical lyrics used to be lovely, broad themes pertaining to universal human experiences in love and life and death, but now, thanks to Miley Cyrus, I get to hear Mary singing, "My best friend Leslie said, "Oh, she's just being Miley." Whatever the hell that means!
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You have to do whatever you must in order to keep awake! So trust me, when I say, making up new lyrics to "I kissed a Girl" and other songs is one of the funner aspects of absurd early morning work hours.
What I really hope is that a bunch of fat, pimple faced, untalented American Idol contestants try out singing "I kissed a girl" .....as badly as only deluded American Idol contestants can sing it...just to finally be the death knell of that infernal song.
I will tell you that this little side job has brought me and the irksome middle child closer. She has had a devil of a time getting work, and this route will bring her over 250 smackers for just 6 days of work...at 2 and a half hours a morning. Her probation officer will be thrilled!
So, Jaujau is very tired, and that is why I haven't been blogging. And egads! I have been making barely edible food...much to the enjoyment of my youngest, who simply doesn't appreciate my eggplant parmesan. And do NOT ask her about chicken livers. Such a delicacy. Sigh.
So. Very, very Tired. So tired, in fact, that the following video makes me cry, too.