Yes I know there is nothing more deadly dull than listening to someone tell you about the dream they had last night, but I think this one was really funny, so bear with me. Or don't - go read some important blog, mine is about silly nonsense.
Last night I dreamt I was with a bunch of friends at some sort of large party when suddenly we came upon a sign adverting upcoming events at the venue we were at. One of the upcoming events was Victoria Jackson Sings. I took a large Sharpie and wrote NO! across the whole thing, even though all my friends said there were cameras around and I would get in trouble. I felt very brave. Then suddenly (as dreams do) we were in chairs around a large circle, just hanging out and the friends were complimenting me on my bravery, and I said "Oh you guys are the best!" and then I heard, "No, love, you are." and turned around to see who was talking and it was KEITH FUCKING RICHARDS!!!!!! and I answered, (and I quote) "Gak." like Bill the Cat. Not a single word would come out. He just smiled, as he is probably used to this sort of reaction, as he is Keith Fucking Richards. And for the remainder of the dream, I continued to only be able to make sounds, "gak, splurge, bah" and the like. Christie was seated directly to his right, and could only look at me and shake her head. I was simultaneously happy Keith thought I was cool and sad I could not tell him so. The end.
And that is my silly nonsense for the day.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Brian Williams, Bill O'Reilly and the rest of us
OK, so the latest wrinkle in the Brian Williams made up shit about being shot at in war zones "scandal" is that while expressing outrage that anyone could do such a thing, it was brought to Bill O'Reilly's attention that he's done the same thing. (Iraq Falklands, potato, potato) Spoiler alert - Bill was not pleased. But the real spoiler alert here is - people lie.
People lie all the time. About things big and small. Usually to put themselves in a better or at least a more interesting light. Sometimes to make other people feel better. Does it matter if the giant guy at the coffee shop doesn't really give Betty in accounting a free coffee once a week because he thinks she's cute? Does it matter if the guy who backed down from a confrontation with David at the bar when no one else was around to see it wasn't really a Marine? Does it matter if Jan doesn't really like your new hairdo? No, no, and no. And it doesn't matter to me that famous people make self-aggrandizing stuff up either. Now if they are making stuff up and saying it is actual news, that's another matter, but making up stuff about their lives? Meh - I don't care.
What I do care very much about though is that these stories stay at the top of my feed, and at the top of everyone's mind, because my novel is all about the truths and lie we tell others and ourselves, and I want people to stay interested. And that, my friends, is no lie.
People lie all the time. About things big and small. Usually to put themselves in a better or at least a more interesting light. Sometimes to make other people feel better. Does it matter if the giant guy at the coffee shop doesn't really give Betty in accounting a free coffee once a week because he thinks she's cute? Does it matter if the guy who backed down from a confrontation with David at the bar when no one else was around to see it wasn't really a Marine? Does it matter if Jan doesn't really like your new hairdo? No, no, and no. And it doesn't matter to me that famous people make self-aggrandizing stuff up either. Now if they are making stuff up and saying it is actual news, that's another matter, but making up stuff about their lives? Meh - I don't care.
What I do care very much about though is that these stories stay at the top of my feed, and at the top of everyone's mind, because my novel is all about the truths and lie we tell others and ourselves, and I want people to stay interested. And that, my friends, is no lie.
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