So, I had one of “those” weeks in my meat-space, bill-pay job last week. And apparently it took more out of me than I thought because on my to-do list for the weekend I marked off….well, nothing completely. I slept an inordinate amount of time. Like, ran-out-of-battery-and-collapsed-for-6-hours-in-the-middle-of-the day.
So, with a week that was packed and a weekend where I struggled to remain conscious, I’m stuck here on Sunday night, feeling like I’ve just crawled out of a cave after a few years of isolation. I haven’t seen or read news in over a week. I have no idea what’s going on in the world, other than I do know from the calendar that Monday is First Monday….but I have no idea what’s actually on the Supreme Court docket for the first argument, so….
Not willing to go into this coming work week with this level of ignorance, I’m trying to pay catch up. Hmmm, bullshit political news? We can skip that drivel since it’s cheap, useless and does nothing more than give a lot of un-talented half-ass writers delusions that they are real journalists. Local news? Sadly, not as entertaining as it can be at times. New plans for the bus routes in the city. Since there’s like, one bus from the transit authority that comes out here to my neck of the woods, well, forget that. What else? Now the Afghan Army and the US troops are shooting at each other. I can’t honestly say I never saw that one coming, and if you didn’t, can I just tell you about a lovely piece of ocean-front property in Arizona I’d like to sell you at a super-low-low price? Next up, entertainment news? Oh, look, Lindsay Lohan looking more like a train-wreck than ever. It’s a complete waste that girl can’t get her shit together, but not really news. Let’s see, some new gadget released that I don’t give a shit about…World economy, blah blah…
I didn’t miss a damn thing.
EXCEPT WHO THE FUCK IS LETTING TAYLOR SWIFT PLAY JONI MITCHELL?
Seriously? I mean, I’m not going to claim I’m a huge Joni Mitchell fan–I like her stuff, and own a few albums, but I’m not die-hard or anything–but even I know that’s just a travesty. As Kristy once said, “Who told that poor child she could sing?” Now, I honestly can’t comment on the girl’s acting, but I’m not holding out much hope that it’s going to be any stronger than her vocal talent.
Yeah, I’m definitely crawling back into that cave now.