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Democratic Fun Time Debate Part Two the First

You are probably all wondering, “Hey, Alice, didn’t we just have these debates?” and I will answer “Yes, because this is groundhog year.”  At least we have made progress in that . . . 0 candidates have dropped out, in spite of no one knowing or caring who most of these people are, and that includes, in the case of John Delaney, their own staff.  Seriously, Delaney’s staff said, “Dude, drop out, you’re embarrassing us,” and Delaney was like “Naw, it’ll be fine.”

I will admit that I thought it was Bill Deblasio’s team who told him to drop out, but Thing One said it was Delaney, so yeah I couldn’t even remember which one’s team had less faith in them, but I’m gonna hazard a guess that most of their people are already tired of the free sucky campaign trail food and just want to go home, and this mess just started.  I know I’m tired, and I’m not even campaigning.  As far as I know.  

I also goofed on the picture I posted with the last debate report by using a picture from the first debate part one instead of the first debate part two, but luckily no one else noticed that these were 10 different people either, or at least no one bothered to point it out to me.  Which is why I have this little message for most of our contenders, and I will try to be gentle.

DROP OUT NOW, EVEN YOUR MOM WON’T VOTE FOR YOU, LOSER.

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None of these people were at the second debate, but you could have fooled, well, everyone.

Okay, that out of the way, I should get to the actual debate.  They mixed it up a little, putting Bernie in a different group so that he could smack someone besides Biden this time.  Last night’s Jeopardy stage had Bernie “I have one volume” Sanders, Mayor Pete “Yes I’m over 18” Buttigieg, Elizabeth “Did I mention the free stuff?” Warren, Beto “Did you hear my Spanish?” O’Rourke, that self-help hippy lady, the dude whose people said drop out, and those other guys.  

Since we don’t have regular cable, my Things and I struggled to find the actual live debate on Youtube, since it was littered with tons of before-game footage that no one watched of individual candidates, people talking about those candidates, and people talking about the people talking about the candidates.  Our server also ran super slow from the mothers of the candidates watching the same debate cause someone had to do it.  My friend Ravin sent me a wave of texts from the CNN live stream keeping me up to date while Thing Two, our computer expert, pressed buttons and shouted at Youtube.  Ravin’s assessment below:

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And this was BEFORE we started watching the debate.

Sanders, Warren, Amy Klobachar, and bunch more white people.

Who let Marianne off the island, and why does a New Age self help guru have enough support to waste oxygen on the debate stage?

John Delaney – he’s bald but doesn’t make it look good like Booker does.

Tim Ryan: “It’s all bad.”

Hickeyloopery was unemployed for two years.  So hire him for President!

Amy: I am from the Midwest!

Beto, my favorite Texas politician.  He might make a good VP.

The gay mayor: Just skip Gen X and vote for a Millennial!  I’m also from the Midwest and cooler than that Amy person.

Warren just said “spinelessness.”

Bernie: I know the statistics.  I will punch Trump.

Please, take my employer health care!

And Warren interrupted.  Congrats, first one!

Warren: Stop using Republican talking points.  Here is a sad anecdote.

Amy the Streetfighter from the Iron Range.

Tim Ryan: If we set a progressive platform, the Republicans will call us socialists.  If we set a moderate platform and use Republican talking points, they will call us socialists. 

…Wait – that was Butiggieg.

Tim: You don’t know that Bernie.

Bernie: I do know, I wrote the damn bill!  

“Thank you” from the moderator means “Shut up now.” Someone hit Amy with a clue stick!

Warren: Fight!  Fight!   Fight!

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Goooo, Democrats!

Boring  Bald Guy: Boring is sensible.  Boring is realistic.  Boring can be big.

Moderator: Boring Amy, I dare you to piss off all your peers.

Boring Amy: No thank you.

Boring Bald Guy: Carbon capture.

Props to Beto for setting foot in Tucumcari.

Mayor Pete: Nominate me and Trump will look like a total jackass on the podium next to me at the debates.

Marianne: Uses the term “dark psychic energy” and still sounds like a better choice than Trump.  Also adds, “40 acres and a mule for every freed slave is trillions of dollars in today’s dollars.”

Boring not bald guy: I can take a whole minute to say “Maybe.”

Gay Mayor: Quotes Bible to shame Christian conservatives in the Senate for blocking the raise in minimum wage.  

Uncool Amy:  Screw English majors. (I paraphrase)

News flash Elizabeth Warren: We already were the first country to use a nuclear weapon.

Ravin’s overall opinion: I officially like Pete Buttigieg best of tonight’s crowd.  I think he will make it to the next level in the Game of Delegates along with Warren and Sanders.  The others are doomed.  Also, you should reprise your Hunger Games: Presidential Debate Edition on the blog.

Last election, I didn’t do Hunger Games, that was another thing with the Disney princess dolls – keep up, Ravin.  I did have Queen Elsa run against Hans last time with a lot of the campaign done via fake Facebook chat, which seemed silly at the time but in hindsight was some sort of premonition about our first President Twitter.  I don’t think I could get anymore ridiculous than what’s actually happening, but I’m certainly willing to give it the old English major try (thanks, Amy!)

Anyhoo, I liked Ravin’s summary enough to steal it and use it as my own post, but unlike Melania, I did give credit.  Granted, most people could have come up with my pal’s overall assessment without the debate, but some people (cough 90 percent of the candidates) really, really need an intervention with the American public and a stun gun.  Thanks to all these guys clogging the debate, whenever a candidate started to make sense, suggest an actual policy, or try to finish a sentence, the moderator told them to shut up by saying “Thank you!”  Because our possible Future Leader of the Free World should be given as much time as Ms. America to solve world peace.

Stay tuned tonight for part two of part two and yeah we need to get this down to ten people AT MINIMUM cause I’m confusing myself.  Tonight’s debate will feature front runner and Crest toothpaste sponsor Joe “No more Mr. Sadface Nice Guy What Do You Mean I’m with Kamala again?” Biden, Kamala “Take a bite outta Joe” Harris, the Hispanic guy, the black bald guy, the Asian guy with the oopsie broken mike, those other two women, and the other old white guys.  I’d have said more, but CNN only offered me their faces, and like I can remember that many names.

 

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Democrat Rainbow!

Seriously, how many of them can you name?  A free sparkle pony to whoever can get five or more!  Stay tuned!

~ Alice

Democratic Fun Time Debate Round Two

Yippee Ki-yay, it’s time for round two of the Democratic debate.  Now last time Trump dared to tweet that the debate was boring, which is just unreal cause Democrats are super exciting!  Watch as Trump commits horrible, treasonous acts and the Democrats do . . . absolutely nothing about it!  Granted compared to the Republicans whose main tasks lately have been keeping Trump from going through with these acts by regulating his schedule like a toddler’s, taking papers from his desk without him noticing, and praising him for righting what he just screwed up, I guess they are rather dull.

But the second debate was different!  We got another ten candidates on the Jeopardy stage, but this time they included a couple of people that some Americans probably knew about like Bernie “Wild Hands” Sanders and “Sleepy Joe” Biden.  Also there were a few women and more white guys.

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Each candidate got their own postage stamp, most soon to be worth 0 cents.

Now for the line-up.

Sen. Berrrrrrrnieeee Saaaanders! (crowd of crazed Bernie fans cheer!)

Joooooe Biiiiden!  (He was our Vice President for eight years.  No, really.)

Mayor Peeeeete Buttigiegggg!  (The overqualified gay guy with unpronounceable name!)

Sen. Kaaamalaaaa Harris! (A women and Indian and Black!  Democratic jackpot!)

Former Gov. Jooooohhhhn Hickenlooper! (I didn’t make up that name!)

Sen. Kirrrrsten Gillibraaaand! (Some blond chick!)

Sen. Miiiichael Beeennnett! (One of those guys on the postage stamp I assume!)

Rep. Errrrric Swaaaalwell! (Was probably there too!)

Aaaandrewww Laaang! (Spoke one entire time I think!)  and finally . . .

Maaariaaanne Wiiiiiillliamsoooon! (Self-help author you’ve never heard of!  Really!)

It goes without saying that I had to look most of these people up and then count twice to make sure I didn’t miss one of them.  Anyhoo, good old Joe Biden came in as the front runner, complete with a “Kick Me” sign on his back.  Bernie Sanders stood beside him, wildly swinging his hands and avoiding spit and a possible shank from Kamala Harris as she and Biden battled it out.  At first Biden came in swinging, wisely denying he ever did anything wrong EVER even when presented with a golden opportunity for redemption (I can see why he’s our frontrunner!), but after a while he just hung his head in resignation for the rest of the Democrat dogpile.

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Meme by Thing Two

Here’s a quick play-by-play for our viewing audience!

Moderator: I can’t believe I drew the short straw AGAIN! Okay, you’ll all get 60 seconds to explain how you will solve every world problem ever!  First we’ll talk about . . .

Swalwell: Can I talk?

Moderator: Wait, who are you again?

Swalwell: I’m Eric, gawd!  Okay, Biden is SO OLD, so he needs to hand off the torch to young guys!  Like me!  I look about ten years younger!

Biden:  Oh, you can take that torch off my dead body! (grins blindingly)

Swalwell: So what, in a few months?

Kamala Harris: Let’s not have a food fight here!  At least not until I get to take a few bites out of Biden!

Moderator: Let’s talk racism!  Hola, Pete, donde esta el bano?

Pete B.: Hablo Espanol y seis otra languages!  El suck it!

Harris: Pretty sure I’m qualified to talk about race seeing as how I’m the only black person. 

Moderator: Yikes.  Remember to not keep it to 60 seconds!

Harris: Hey, Joe, wtf with not being okay with busing for desegregation back in the 70’s.  Btw, I was one of the kids on the bus, dufus, so here’s your chance on a golden platter to admit a mistake.

Biden: I did not say no to busing, I said no to something having to do with someone else saying no to busing, so it wasn’t me, it was that other guy in this other position that wasn’t mine so I am totally right and you’re wrong.

Harris: WTF, no, you were like so obviously wrong . . .

Biden: Was not!

Harris: Yes you were I have all these facts . . .

Biden: I can’t heeeeaaar you!

Harris: I’m gonna climb over Bernie and put my fist in your . . .

Moderator: Moving on . . . let’s get a new topic . . .

Kirsten Gillibrand: I can talk on any topic and I will, cause I know a lot of stuff and I’m going to tell you all about it.  I have, like, so many experiences, and you just don’t even know what I’ve gone through being an attractive white woman . . .

Harris: Bitch, please.

Moderator: How are you guys going to get your policies past Mitch “The Turtle” McConnell?

Biden: I’m planning on taking him out behind the shed.

Moderator: Works for me!  What’s the first thing you’ll accomplish?

Sanders: (waves hands wildly, smacking Biden on the shoulder – this happened) I – will – create – an American – revolution!  I – right here – will guarantee each and – every – rutabaga – a free education!  I – will – give healthcare!  I will call on the many faced God to – destroy our enemies!

Moderator: Bernie, are you high?

Sanders: Every – man – and woman – should have a chance to smoke weed – or do mushrooms – as a human right!

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Rutabagas Have Rights!

Moderator: Okey dokey.  How will you all stop gun violence in 60 seconds?

Swalwell: Everyone can keep their guns!  Except the bad guys!  Wait, am I a Republican?

Moderator: I still have no idea who you are.  I’m going to have to turn off your mike like I did Yang’s.

Yang: (whisper whisper whisper) Hey no fair . . .

Marianne Williamson: On my authority as a self-help author, I say we need to use the power of LOVE and crystals and possibly acupuncture.

Harris: Why is she even here?  

Moderator: She slipped past security.  John Hickenlooper, what’s with your name?

Hickenlooper: I am part looper and part hick, and proud.  At least you can pronounce it, I mean we gonna call the gay guy President Pete?

Buttigieg: It beats President Hickenpooper.

Hickenlooper: Looper.

Moderator: Let’s talk religion.  Gay guy, what do you think of Republicans always spouting religion?  Not asking you in particular for any specific reason of course.

Buttigieg: Pretty sure Jesus cared more about feeding poor people than condemning gays, but he only mentions the poor in the Bible about 50 million times, so what do I know?

Moderator: How about the border?  Since you all love Spanish, I’m assuming you’re all for decriminalizing illegal border crossings?

(all raise their hands except Micheal Bennet)

Michael Bennet: Wait, did I miss something?

Moderator: Just the debate.  Everyone may now proceed to leap onto Biden and rip him to pieces.

(all do so until Biden looks very, very sadfaced)

Moderator: Darn the luck, looks like this debate is over! (look of relief from Biden) Everyone go home and please rethink your life choices. 

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Biden is under there somewhere.

So there you are, that’s just how it happened, or how I remember it anyway, which is good enough since most of these people will disappear back into the ether by the next round, God help us all.

Your raving reporter Alice again signing off, adios!

Democratic Fun Time Debate: Round 1

Strap yourselves in, guys, cause the next presidential run is fully underway, with just twenty (TWENTY) Democratic contenders  – this beats out the 17 Republican contenders in 2016 – hoping to beat one moronic toddler dictator Republican president.  You’d think at this point we’d be rather confident that we could beat Trump, but you’d be wrong, of course.  There is no way he should have won the first time, and certainly no way he should have a shot in Hades of winning this time, but this is America, and the land is dark and full of morons.

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If only they were running: pretty sure dragons could win this for us.

Speaking of stupidity, let’s get to the candidates.  I wanted to write this before watching any commentary or reading any articles by “professional debate reporters” so that you could get it from the point of view of a confused blogger.  You’re welcome.  This first debate reminded me a little too strongly of an episode of Game of Thrones.  You aren’t sure who half the characters are, but it doesn’t matter because most of them are likely to be killed off pretty quickly.  This might be literal for some of these candidates, who are really freaking old.  This is not just some ageist remark.  I recently watched Biden, our 76 year old former Vice President who obviously has a great deal of political experience – despite being somewhat out of touch with reality – stumble on multiple words during the high point of his speech at a rally.  It was less like, ah well everyone flubs a word, and more like OMG is he having a stroke?

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Our Hope for the Future!!!

We didn’t get a shot at Biden last night, but we got ten other guys and gals (we get the other ten today, oh woot!).  It wasn’t just a stretch of white guys, nope, there were three, count ’em, three women, at least one of whom had a purpose to be there, a black guy, and a Hispanic guy.  Also several tall white guys. I watched the debate with my Things, who tried to help me out in remembering who was who, or at least catching their names on the screen when they talked.  Thing Two took some great pictures, as you’ll see below.  Anyway, they threw the candidates up on screen like we were on a giant-sized episode of Jeopardy, complete with podiums that light up when the candidate rings in, er, speaks.  So here they are:

Senator Elizabeth Warren (Girl!  Rough around the edges but has a puppy!)

Senator Corey Booker (The black guy with the shiny head)

Representative Beto O’Rourke (Guy from Texas with a hot mugshot)

Representative Tulsi Gabbard (Another girl!)

Mayor Bill de Blasio (White New Yorker guy)

Former Hud Secretary Julian Castro (Hispanic guy!)

Sen Amy Klobacher (what are all these women persons doing here?)

Gov. Jay Inslee (I . . .have no idea.  Some white guy.)

Rep. John Delaney (Again no clue.)

Rep. Tim Ryan ( Um?)

It was kind of hard for most of them to stand out.  I did recognize Beto O’Rourke, former representative from Texas who just ran for governor and lost by one of the narrowest margins in Texas history, a state that has run red for decades.  That may be as much an example of how much Republicans have sucked as it is Beto’s actual qualifications.  Anyhoo, it turns out he is not half Mexican, half Irish (I’d love to see that household!) but just a guy with an Irish name and a Hispanic nickname.  He does speak Spanish as he lets everyone know by randomly starting out answering a question in Spanish.  I think I was supposed to be impressed, but mostly I was confused as despite years of Spanish in school, I didn’t know what he was saying.

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Not O’Rourke, Ryan.  But seriously, poor guy looked like this all evening.

At least he had the excuse of speaking another language with his confusion, along with two others (I think) who also showed they could speak another language.  Look, guys, we have limited time – just send us a resume with your skills, mmkay?  

I don’t have the patience (or the memory) to cover how they didn’t really answer the questions, so here’s just a little sample for brevity’s sake.

Moderator: Booker, could you answer this question about black people, you being black and all and representing black people?

Corey Booker: Yes, I could, and much better than Beto there, who had really dumb policies and is so not as hot as I am . . .

Beto O’Rourke: Oh yeah, people loved my mug shot, man, what you talkin’ about . . .

Booker: I’m speaking here, what do you think this is, debate?

Beto O’Rourke: Spanish people love me, watch me speak Spanish! Estupido!

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Beto, please stop.  Alto!

Moderator: Maybe later, O’Rourke, let’s ask Julio Castro – that is you and not your twin right?

Julian Castro: Maaaybe, Hola!  Como estas!

Moderator: Right, so, how about those Latinos?  Should we let them in?  You being the Latino representative here.

Beto O’Rourke: Me too!  They call me Beto . . .

Julian Castro: You’re white, please stop.  I have interesting things to say.

Moderator: Enough of that!  

Elizabeth Warren: I’m concerned about Tim Ryan over there.  His eyes are bulging out like he just got pantsed big time.

Tim Ryan: I literally can’t blink.

Moderator: He’ll be fine.  Now let’s have this white male candidate talk about women’s issues.  No pressure.

White male candidate: I have a good record on women’s issues, and they should get abortions, cause I want to live.

Amy Klobacher: I think these two women candidates and I know better.  Cause women!  Am I right?  Huh?

Moderator: Your fellow candidates are staring in horror.  Shut up.  Now about the environment .  . .

Tulsi Gabbar: I’m for the environment.  But you should know that I don’t just have good cheekbones.  I was in the military!  Unlike you wimps.

Beto O’Rourke: Hey, I have good cheekbones too!

Elizabeth Warren: This is not about cheekbones!  This is about giving away free stuff – like free college for all, and no more homework for schoolchildren ever.  You get a diploma, you get a diploma, YOU get a diploma!

Amy Klobacher: But who is going to fund this college?

Elizabeth Warren:  Your face is, Amy.

Moderator: Back to the questions, please raise your hand if you would like to pander to your audience.

(All raise hands)

Moderator: Great, each of you gets 45 seconds and not one second more . . . I mean it . . . I’m going to get the water bottle . . .

(Sprays all candidates with a hose until they stop talking.)

So that was part one!  How did you guys feel about it?  Did you get that sinking feeling that we are totally screwed?  Well don’t give up yet, wait until tonight when we have the second round with Biden, Sanders, the way overqualified gay guy, and the others.  Then give up.  

Stay tuned, this is Alice, your raving reporter, signing out.

All My Thrones

Hey, all, I was cleaning out my draft folder of doom, and found this review of Game of Thrones from er 2014 (?) that I possibly didn’t publish, since I can’t find it anywhere.   Since people are all into the last season and all that, I figured I’d throw it up here so they can be reminded that it’s been insane since the beginning.  Also, it’s a post!  Check out up top for like a few other episodes, woot.

The continuing stooooory of a show that's gone to the dogs.

The continuing stooooory of a show that’s gone to the dogs.

Welcome back, sparkleponies!  It’s gonna be a hot time in the old Westeros tonight!  Or something!  A really cool thing happens in this episode.  It involves Rat Nose and a bunch of molten gold.  But we’ll get to that.

But it’s the best part of the episode.  Besides Tyrion, naturally.

We start off with Ned lying in bed with a big owie.  King Fatty and Queen Bitchy argue about what to do with Ned.  The king is like crap, just get your stupid wife to release Tyrion who is the only decent part of this show and make up with that creeper Jaime so I can get back to drinking.  Queen Bitchy wants him punished cause he’s so irritatingly good and then insults her husband saying she wears the iron pants in this family.  He slaps her.  I don’t normally applaud this, but in her case, yay!

Ned wants to go home, but the king is like if I have to suffer so do you, and gives him his job as the Hand back.  Ned says “oh yay.”

My life still sucks.

My life still sucks.

Dany of the Barbarians plays with dragon eggs and fire, but doesn’t get burned.  Do not try this with dragon eggs at home, kids.

That stupid three-eyed raven appears in Bran Stark’s dream again and I have no idea what that means and don’t care.  His saddle is made so he gets to happily ride off straight into trouble which is what happens when you have a teenager babysit his little brother.  Bran is nearly killed by a bunch of forest hobos, but is rescued, so we get to continue to hear him whine.  Yay.

Nevermore!

Nevermore!

Arya Stark practices with her sword fighting instructor, who looks like some dude from the cast of Fame.  She learns the only god she should worship is Death, and she should tell him “Not today.”  Considering this story, you might as well worship death cause you see a lot of the guy, and it probably will be today.

Back to Dany again who is eating a bloody horse heart.  Yummy!  She has to eat the whole thing and not puke so someone can do a prophecy of her unborn kid – yeah that’s right, she’s pregnant, remember? She manages to keep it down, cause, wtf how did she do that?  I couldn’t keep down toast! Anyway, the priestess says she will have “the stallion that mounts the world” and the less said about that the better.  Dany yells that she’ll name her son Prego or something and the barbarians chant while Beefcake carries her around like she won the Superbowl.

Say what you will, the Dorkraki make damn good barbecue.

Say what you will, the Dorkraki make damn good barbecue.

Tyrion offers to confess to his crimes and is taken out of his sky cell.  His crimes include lying, gambling, cheating, sleeping with prostitutes, and playing practical jokes.  Hell, he’s so pure compared to the others he could be on this world’s Barney and Friends.  Then he insists on a trial from Lady Psycho (Cate Stark’s sister.)  It occurs to me I’m going to have trouble distinguishing people if I name them “pscyho”.  Anyway, he gets his trial by combat.  Psycho’s champion is a noble knight and Tyrion’s is a sword by hire named Brawn or yeah that works.  Tyrion’s buddy wins, cause remember honor = stupid.  Tyrion walks out of the place whistling.

My only crime is pure awesomeness.

My only crime is pure awesomeness.

King Fatty goes hunting while his squire (part of the eeeevil Lannister fam) gives him more and more wine.  I can’t imagine where THIS could be going.

A peasant refugee from some massacre (ain’t that always happenin’ with them peasants?) says that Mountain guy, who works for the Lannisters (doesn’t everyone?) was behind it.  Why?  Out of revenge for Ned’s idiot wife taking Tyrion.  D’oh!  So Ned declares the guy an enemy of the throne, cause doing that to someone who works for the sociopaths in charge is a brilliant idea.  Remember.  Nobility = No Common Sense.

What the hell, author's gonna kill me soon anyway.  And don't you have any other shots of me, Alice?

What the hell, author’s gonna kill me soon anyway. And don’t you have any other shots of me, Alice?

Sansa Stark (Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!) acts like a rude little twit to her . . . nurse?  I dunno, and like Sansa, I don’t care.  Joffrey pretends to be sorry and gives her a kiss (fumigate, fumigate) and Sansa is all in LURRVE and mad, mad, mad that Dad is making her leave this charming place for her own safety!  Gawd, Dad!  Ned looks in the Big Book o’ Thrones and sees that all the others in the king’s line had black hair but his kids have blond hair which means oh-oh unless you know, genetics, but they don’t know that stuff I guess so oh well.

Back with the barbarians, Rat Nose gets drunk and threatens to kill Dany’s baby right in front of Beefcake, who is like 3 of Rat Nose.  Beefcake finally gets fed up and tells him he can have his crown.  Then he has his men hold Rat Nose down while he throws gold in a hot cauldron and Rat Nose thinks oh crap, this might have been a bad idea, right before Beefcake pours gold all over his head, saying “A crown for a king.”  Dude only knows like 10 words, but he makes them count.  Buh-bye Rat Nose!

That's a good look for you, Rat Nose!

That’s a good look for you, Rat Nose!

Now for our song.  To the tune of “The Love Boat”

Game of Thrones (The Death Boat)

Boobs, not exciting or new
Climb Aboard. They’re expecting you. (bwah ha ha)
Death, life’s final reward.
Stab someone, they’ll try to stab you too
Game-of-Thrones!  Soon they’ll be killing another dude
Game-of-Thrones! Promises something for everyone
Sex and violence
And Tyrion insulting peeps
The show, inspiring for sure
Like an open wound or a festering sore
Game of Throoooooooooones! It’s Game of Throoooones! (hey-ah!)

Season 1, Episode 6

Death toll: 2, some knight guy, Rat Nose

Nakey toll: 1, Some prostitute lifts up her dress as a goodbye.  And some people just send cards!

 

Alice Goes KonMari

Update: Still decluttering around here.  This happy joy joy life changing process is taking a while, because there’s so much stuff and I rapidly vacillate from wanting to throw it all away in a blaze of glory, to wanting to gather my stuff in my hands and spit “My preciousss!” into imaginary cameras.  

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Alice neeeedsth her DVDsss!

I’ve seen a lot of complaints about Marie Kondo (see that older post) and other organizing gurus and how this whole minimalism concept and the idea of throwing out extra consumer crap is only for rich people because poor people can’t afford stuff.  The writers of these articles have clearly never met a poor person.  As if you have to have money for stuff!  I’ve never had a great deal of money, but I’ve always had stuff.  People love giving you stuff, because they redecorated or they just watched Netflix and now they have a spare entertainment center, or couch, or bed, or recliner, or T.V., or child.  And yes we’ve gotten every one of those things given to us – except the child. Our children were DIY projects.

But I digress.  Time to begin. 

Step One: Clothes

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If you still have legwarmers, you’ve waited way too long to declutter.

We’ve also been given hand-me-down clothes – so many clothes – by well meaning people.  Thing One gets clothes, and Thing Two gets clothes, then Thing Two gets the clothes that Thing One just outgrew.  So she gets twice the clothes, and guess what?  They almost all spark joy in this kid, so she doesn’t like giving them up.  It’s hard to complain since my children have dressed like I spent hours in the dark searching Ambercrombie and Fitch when in fact I shop at Walmart where I can get shirts for a dollar.  One dollar shirts, guys.  Did I need the shirt?  Did they?  Well, not exactly, but hey you can wait a month to do laundry! 

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Typical laundry day.

Maybe not the best plan.  I honestly thought I didn’t hold on to clothes that much before I started all of this, but it turns out I don’t really hold onto clothes so much as I just lose them in various places.  I have also changed size over the years, so I have clothes in various sizes because I might lose weight, or I might gain it.  You just never know.  The forties are fun!  I’ve gotten rid of bags of clothes, though, and lots of extra bed linens because there is no way I’m folding more than two sets of fitted sheets.  I’m also not using Marie’s cute little vertical napkin folding technique because it takes too damn long and I hang up most of my stuff.  Unless it’s a fitted sheet.  Then I properly cram it into my bottom dresser drawer in one giant wad, the way God intended.

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Wrong / Right

Our town has made giving stuff away much easier by installing lots of dumpsters painted bright colors that are marked for the Children’s Home.  This is awesome because I can drop my junk off and not have to show my face or talk to anyone.  It’s just like I’m throwing it away, only I’m not, I’m doing a good deed just like all those people did for me!  The only problem is that you can only dump clothes or shoes into it, not appliances or electronics or children – which you’d think they’d want being a Children’s Home and all.  I do wonder if they get unwanted stuff dumped in there anyway.  For instance, I heard that someone once dumped a live chicken into the book drop at the downtown library.  It sure sounds like a hilarious idea – I mean a terrible thing to do.  Thank goodness they now have cameras to keep people from this kind of mayhem.

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We never had a chicken in the library.  Bats, snakes, hornets, sure . . .

So I’ve gone through my clothes once, and Thing Two volunteered a bag of clothes in exchange for four new clothing items at JC Penny’s where we were supposed to be shopping for dress shoes for her sister’s prom.  I wasn’t going to let her get them, but then she showed me that they were three to five dollars, marked down from forty dollars, so of course I was suckered into it.  She’s smart, that Thing Two.  There isn’t a thing in her closet at the moment, but the clothes make a nice, comfy carpet, so there’s that at least.  You are not supposed to “Konmari” someone else’s items, unless you can be super crafty about it so they don’t find out.  So I still have the kids’ clothes left.  My husband has few clothes, so that’s not a problem.  The extra cars and car parts might be, since I can’t lift those into dumpsters.  Not super crafty like anyway.

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I didn’t think I’d find pics of whole cars in dumpsters.  I clearly underestimated the American people.

So does my house look better?  Not a whole lot, but I’m making progress.  Of some sort.  While waiting for your house to transform you, I invite you to check out a different perspective on cleaning.  Jennifer McCartney (author of “The Joy of Leaving Your Sh*t All Over the House”) is the real deal.  She is sarcastic and funny and gets paid for it, which means I should hate her on principal, but I still enjoyed her books.  If only I could get my parodies to market faster.  Maybe if I marked them “Twilight Sexy Times Declutter Wars”.  

Anyone else spring cleaning in April?  Let me know.  Also, do you want some stuff?

~ Alice

My Response to the Attorney General’s Response to the Mueller Report

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Redacted screaming in frustration followed by giving up on all mankind.

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Back to the Blanket Fort

Tiny Tidy Tinder: Marie Kondo Madness!

I was trying to think of a title and I hit a button somewhere and WordPress shouted at me (they used an exclamation point!) that I hadn’t written anything yet.  And yes, I “got it!” WordPress you use cookies, though I think that’s a terrible thing to do to a great snack food.  It’s like what they did to Tinder.  It used to mean flammable material for lighting a fire and now it’s a dating app and – okay well that one maybe makes sense.

So what have I been up to maybe someone wonders?  So much.  I’ve been watching Netflix, and there is this tiny Japanese lady named Marie Kondo who organizes stuff for clueless Americans (like me!)  When I first saw her show, “Tidying Up” I said “She is so cute, it’s like I could put her in my pocket!”  And Thing Two who loves all things Japanese said, “I know, right?”  So we watched her program.  This is a girl who is really into mess.  I mean she gets super excited and bounces up and down.  She really needs to come to my house.  I could have this chick in hysterics.

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THIS IS THE BEST MESS EVER, ALICE! (explodes)

First she wrote a book called “Tidying up” because “tidy” sounds better than “Throwing away a lot of crap”.  I have not read her book yet, but it sounds like one of those you either really love or hate.  Apparently, some Americans aren’t impressed with practical advice coupled with blessing your socks and whatnot.  But there’s more, so much more!

Like she has her own T.V. show on Netflix, as I said, and she doesn’t even speak English.  She has an interpreter follow her around who I guess tells her whatever nonsense the American homeowner is saying, though we rarely see her doing this interpreting to Marie.  I think it’s because the interpreter mostly just makes that hand motion of “blah blah blah” and Marie’s like, got it, and smiles and nods her head a lot, which is enough to satisfy her customers.

So what makes Marie different from other organizing gurus besides being so cute -omg one time she hopped on a decorative carousel horse which would crack under my weight but practically floated under her – and Japanese?  It turns out Japanese people are different from us. They are tiny because they have tiny houses on a tiny island.  Also, they eat a lot of rice and veggies and possibly poisonous seafood instead of cows.  So without a lot of space, you can only store so much stuff.  Their solution is to keep most of their stuff in enormous stores selling Hello Kitty and only Hello Kitty.

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Typical Japanese storage unit

Yet we only have the option of expensive storage units that people raid on TV here, so we have to figure out how to clean out the big messes we can’t afford in the big houses we can’t afford.  Japanese people are not only different than us, they also think differently.  I took a class years ago on Non-Western world literature that freaked out most of my classmates because we had to make “paradigm shifts” to understand another culture.  (I never hear “paradigm shift” anymore, so maybe it’s called something like “Special Snowflake Shift”.)  In Japan they have Shinto, and no that is not a restaurant (pretty sure?)  It’s like a religion, but not a religion, so kind of more like Buddhism, though it’s not that either.  Basically you just have it as a way of life, got it?  Great.

Marie takes aspects of Shintoism that are really nutso, like paying respect for your possessions.  In one episode, she gets on her knees to understand the house (So sorry these people messed you up!) and the family awkwardly closes their eyes like they are doing the same thing, though I know the parents are secretly wondering how their Tinder profiles are doing.

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Ohhhh what this house has seen . . .

This inanimate object stuff is really big with Marie, though.  First you take, say, all your clothes and throw them in a one big pile (this has to be ouchy for the clothes I’d think) and then you pick up one piece at a time and decide if it “sparks joy” for you.  If you aren’t sparked, you are supposed to thank it for serving you (oh thank underwear for hiding my butt) and put it in the “get rid of” pile.  I love watching the men especially thank their T-shirts, etc., cause you know as soon as Marie leaves they are going back to tossing it at the nearest pile.

She also likes folding, and by folding I mean she makes clothes into tiny napkin rings and places them neatly in a drawer.  If I went to that much trouble folding my clothes, I’m not sure if I’d ever wear them again.  Maybe that’s the secret?  I haven’t seen it on the show yet, but apparently in the book Marie is super concerned for socks, describing how they have to protect your feet from brutal beatings and deserve a rest.  I can only imagine what she thinks about our underwear. Maybe we should just immediately make them funeral pyres out of mercy.

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No one can be this excited about cleaning . . . can they?

I know this all sounds weird, but that’s because she’s weird, only her weird comes in handy.  She tells about being a child of five who entertained herself by reading cleaning magazines and advising her mother on how to better clean their house.  I bet that went over well.  Her method of cleaning even has a name, the “KonMari Method” taken from her name.  Yup, she thought that up herself.  She has plenty of fans who are even stranger though, calling themselves “Konverts” (get it?) and purging their houses in fits of “Kondomania”.

I realize I’ve poked fun at little Marie, but I honestly kind of like her style.  Is it that bad to be thankful that we do have so much crap we have to get rid of it?  My anxiety peaks while walking around my messy house, which I see much more of now.  I long for a nice, peaceful empty space free of dust and piles of clutter.  I love my things, though, and there’s just no way I’m getting a “minimalist” house that looks like an art museum (1 painting per white room) with a husband, kids, and myself in the way.  And that’s okay.  Maybe I could just make a start.

As soon as I’m finished watching the latest episode.

~Alice

A Very Merry Unshutdown to you!

“You say eether and I say eyether
You say neether and I say nyther
Eether, eyether, neether, nyther
Let’s call the whole thing off!”

– “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off”

I’ve considered writing about this whole shutdown thing for – what is it – 30 some odd days now.  CNN had a handy timer right down to the second, cause they are useful that way. I’m pretty sure most of the world knows how stupid we are by now, but just in case our government shut down for 35 days because well . . . here’s a quick summary:

Trump blarts, “We need a wall cause caravans and criminals and my red hats are mad I didn’t do it yet.”

Rest of Gov’t, “No big deal. You haven’t accomplished anything you promised. Have a hamburger and sign this saying you won’t shut down the government because you didn’t get millions for your petty little pointless project.”

Trump, “Okey dokey, oh lookie Fox News.”

Fox News, “Blah blah Trump is a wiener for signing yadda yadda.”

Trump, “I am NOT a wiener!  No sign!  Want wall!”

Democrats: Nope.

Government shuts down.

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Ah, right, that’s it.  But don’t worry, they said.  It’s temporary.  Even if it’s right before Christmas.  I mean – who needs a government?  We get anarchy with government anyway, so let’s call the whole thing off!

Now it was up to the Democrats, or rather Nancy Pelosi with the rest of the Democrats staring at their newspapers, to try to negotiate a deal with Trump.  The first meeting went like this:

Trump: Am I getting my wall?

Pelosi: No.

Trump stomps out.

35 days later . . .

Yeah, so maybe not so much fun.  Turns out we do need a government for a few minor things to get done like:

Paying 800,000 government workers. (Billionaire Republican Commerce Secretary Wilbur Ross says “They should just take out a loan”.  Or maybe sell one of their yachts, Wilbur?  “How about making a deal with the grocery store to pay later?”, dumbs Trump.  Yes, he really did say that.)

Keeping poor people alive through programs like Food Stamps and WIC. (What poor people?  Ask your neighbors for help!  Like that government worker guy next door!)

Ironically, security for stuff other than the Mexican border like TSA, the Coast Guard, the FBI (they do stuff other than investigate you, Trump):

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Everything checks out here!

But good news, a few days ago the government reopened (expect the news on time, none of the time on the Alice network) but only for a few weeks.  Fox News continues to say that Trump got a great deal.  After all, the government opened back up after over a month, and he didn’t get a wall.  Or anything else.  So since this was such a success, it only makes sense that he would ask for exactly the same thing in a few weeks.

I think I can guess what Nancy’s answer will be.  But what is our answer?  How are we going to stop this ridiculous gridlock in our political system?  Maybe we should ask our mother country, the Brits!  They’d know.

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Nevermind.

~ Alice

Boxing Day and Other Randomness

Once again, WordPress, I do not want to learn about your new editor, and you can’t make me.  Not until you take away the old one, like when the librarians took away the physical card catalog and I had to use the computer one.

Yes, there were physical card catalogs, shut up.

So I sort of missed telling anyone about what to buy for Christmas, and I’m super sorry because I know you were all bereft without my helpful shopping lists.  I like the word “bereft”.  I also missed Christmas day, but then I have had other Christmas specials if you want to check them out.  Come on, you have nothing better to do but work and I know you’re on WordPress right now.

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You could have bought this great gift from my list! Girls go crazy for the Swiffer!

My best gift this Christmas was Tramadol.  I contracted another sinus infection (I can get them from pure air I think) and my head was going to explode and I told the doctor that regular Tylenol and Ibuprofen had not helped so could he give me a shot of the good pain stuff? The doctor asked why I didn’t just take regular pain meds?  Yeah, he did.  Then he looked at ME like I was your average druggie.  I am not average, you jerk.  He gave me the shot.  I felt so much better.  Thanks, Tramadol!

I even missed Boxing Day!  It’s a real holiday for the UK and Canada and I’m not sure who else.  Maybe UPS. I was just thinking about boxing day because my highly cultured 14-year-old brought it up, since she is in debate and thus reads way too much about politics, other cultures, and critical thinking skills. She once wore a shirt with a UK flag to a 4th of July celebration, and no one noticed. Question: Do you guys celebrate independence from us Yanks?

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I’m getting this out early to all you Brits out there!

Also I found a snotty article in the New York Times about what Boxing Day is in America – hint: she’s snotty about how dumb we Americans are. I mean sure, we are, but like I need this chick to say it. I’m pretty sure she’s not British cause I didn’t see any extra “u’s in there or anything.  She said in the UK you guys give out canned goods and stuff to people right after Christmas (like how much charity to you NEED, sheesh), but that we Americans just stare glassy-eyed at our empty Christmas-present boxes.  My family did NOT, Ms. New York Times, we stared at our our still full Christmas bags.  They are festive and much easier than all that wrapping crap that my aunt insists on continuing to do, with ribbon so tight you have to saw it off with a knife.

The bags are still full because we haven’t figured out where to put the stuff away yet.  I know, first world problems right?  Where to put that pregnant mermaid ornament (an earlier gift from the same aunt)?  As far as cardboard boxes, I do have a lot of those because I shopped from Amazon this Christmas.  It is my hope that my small contribution will help them take over the world of merchandise, if Disney does not get there first.  I should also point out I shopped too much from the Disney store so . . . healthy competition, guys.

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You don’t even have to wrap them!

I did get a new computer since the one I’ve had for many years, which was a gift from a friend who had it for years before that, was conserving its last breaths of life by repeatedly turning itself off at random times.  My husband bought my new-to-me (refurbished!) computer with money from his extra job guarding the media gate (with his mere presence!) during the first half of the fall football games.  I think I’ll keep him, especially since in two days we will have been married for twenty years.  It seems just yesterday I was the 22-year-old clueless, glassy-eyed newlywed staring into the camera with no idea what I was doing.  I mean, I still don’t, but I’ve gotten better at hiding it.

Anyway, a new computer meant that I had to remember my old passwords which are usually saved on my computer because I can’t remember them.  I kept mashing the same words in, since I really thought I knew them this time, only to realize that I was trying to get into wordpress.org instead of wordpress.com.  I didn’t know there was a difference.  Once I got on the right one, wallah, I did get into my own blog and there I found a list of blogs to read, and one of those was anupturned soul’s, and guess what she was talking about?  Boxing day!  And she’s like certified British!

I think we may be Time Life books connected sisters, anupturned soul (can I call you soul?  Up?  Got a nickname?) because I also like Dr. Who, or I did before this latest one and I totally got your reference to Amy Pond. I think she is one of the best companions and I felt very sad when her baby melted.  For those who don’t watch, you had to be there. Thank you for your childhood definition of Boxing Day “. . . a day when everyone put on boxing gloves and punched each other openly, freely, without legal repercussions.”  I can get behind this holiday.  Like the Purge, only friendlier and not quite as bloody.

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Ready for Boxing Day?

I do still plan on finishing my review of Mary Poppins. I am currently reading her second book, Mary Poppins Returns (also a new movie go watch now says Disney counting their money bwahahaha!) and the kids are still going on adventures and Mary Poppins is still being a jerk, so business as usual.  I haven’t seen Mary Poppins Returns yet, but I did watch Saving Mr. Banks, a movie about the author of Mary Poppins, P.L. Travers, and Walt Disney, who tried to get the rights to those blasted books for about as long as I’ve been married.  Also I saw Before the Mouse, a movie about Walt Disney’s early years and struggles to get started with animation.  Say what you will about him, but Walt Disney was freaking determined.  He also made his fortune without a “small loan of a million (or 600 million give or take) dollars”.

So now that you’re all caught up with me, what’s up with you guys?  Guys?

~Alice

 

Alice Awarded

WordPress just warned me that they have a new editor planned. WHY?  I just now figured out this one and it’s been . . . a while.

Speaking of WordPress, long ago in blogland we used to pass around these blog awards and I would collect them obsessively and call them “blog bling”.  I also considered stealing a certain one, since all you have to do – technically – is copy / paste it off a more fortunate person’s blog.  That would be the Freshly Pressed award that I eventually got by insulting the editors of WordPress in a post.  There’s a bit more to it than that, but no matter now since it is passe because they have Editor’s Choice or something like that.  I don’t know much about it since I don’t have a lot of blog friends competing for it.  So big deal, cause this award’s name is not nearly as stupid, (I do not think of a mammogram when I hear it) so I reject it, unless some editor wants to give it to me.  I’m RIGHT HERE guys, and you know WordPress I noticed when you never responded to my suggestion that my booger post be given an award.  Do you not read your tweets?  I find this unprofessional, WordPress. 

I was getting somewhere, oh yeah, I was given the Liebster award by blogger anupturnedsoul.   I forget who or what a Liebster is, but this one award is super cool because it asks lots of bizarre questions  and I love answering questions that concern myself.  (You should check her blog out cause she likes me, which makes her amazing and crap.) So here goes! 

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What is a question? What does asking questions mean to you? 

A question about a question?  It’s like an English major wrote this.  Or a philosophy one, since it was taken from The Philosopher’s Magazine.  

What is a question?  That’s easy.  A question is the answer on the game show Jeopardy.  What does asking questions mean to me?  Asking questions is a great way to learn something new and / or annoy another person.  Like when I asked this nun in my college class repeated stupid questions like “Do you have more than one color of habit, like for special occasions?”  She was very patient.

What is an answer?  What does an answer mean to you? How far will you go to get an answer?

Haha, I did not see this one coming.  Naturally an answer is a question on Jeopardy, which I almost never get right.  Like who cares where Monaco is, it’s like the size of Dallas or something.  An answer means someone has actually solved something, like say the Trump investigation.  There are no more answers, only questions like WHYYYYYY?  How far will I go for an answer? Wikipedia.  See above for question definition.

What would you do first in this situation?

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Each option has an interpretation attached to it which you will find by clicking over to : What Would You Do First in This Situation? The Result Can Reveal a Lot About You – there are additional questions asked by the site which are: How accurately do these characteristics describe your personality? Do you agree or disagree with all the descriptions?

This one annoyed me, because how can it be a personality test when most answers just mean you’re kinda dumb?  If you do anything besides go to the tea kettle (does anyone still have one of these?) you are risking a fire.  The baby’s fine in the crib another minute, the dog has already ruined your furniture, and the corded phone (we still had one of those until recently) call is probably a telemarketer cause those are the only people who call on a home phone.

But these guys say “If you’ve chosen the kettle, it can mean that you’re a passionate and rather quick-tempered person. You make decisions quickly without doubts, and nothing will stop you from achieving your goal.  You can quickly get bored with monotony. You care about your safety and don’t like surprises. It’s easier for you to follow a clearly defined plan without unexpected twists and turns.”

Yeah, I care about safety, like not having the surprise of a fire, though you know not having things on fire can be rather monotonous so maybe I should have let the kettle go after all.  Cause I cannot decisions to save my life, which is why maybe I should have chosen the baby because then I’m a calm and resourceful person who sacrifices myself for others (like in a fire) and enjoys quiet evenings with my family which I should note does not include a baby.  Yet if you pick the baby up first and then go to the kettle and the dog, you burn the baby and get its head chewed off by the dog.  I’m assuming you’d still be holding the baby since it’s not going to just get calmed in its crib fast enough for you to escape the fire, the rabid dog, or that relentless ringing.

It’s possible I have overthought this question.  Nah!  Okay so if I choose the dog it means I’m a material girl who doesn’t like a mess, and if I choose the phone I’m a great communicator who can multitask (not likely with a corded phone) in which case why didn’t I grab the dog, the baby, the kettle, and then answer the phone?  The answers have no questions and the questions no answers and we’re right back to question one!

How would you convince me that you are real and not in my dreams? (borrowed from Philosophy Cambridge Interview Questions)

I’m not real.  This is a dream.  Or IS IT?

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I totes need this pin.

What is your favorite word?  (Q borrowed from English Cambridge Interview Questions) Why is it your favorite word?

Once upon a time, whence I covered 50 Shades of Crap, my blog’s top search word for the year according to Google was “crack whore”.  This is not my favorite word, though, nor is crap, no matter how many times I use it.  It’s a tough choice, but I think my favorite word is “stabby”, as in “I feel stabby today”.  It may not be in the Oxford English Dictionary yet, but if they added “hangry” I think they can add “stabby.”

Also, since this is borrowed from interview questions, what kind of interview asks what your favorite word is?  Are they wondering if you will blurt out “stabby” like I just did, so they know you’re a serial killer and can casually mark through your name on their list?  I’m so curious.

What does the following illustrated story mean to you? If you’re not sure – What was the first thought which popped into your mind about it?

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Oh, wise Tarzan, er Tanzan, teach me more about how to avoid sexual harassment lawsuits!  I mean, the first thought that popped into my head was “Oh like that monk is so great.” cause that’s how my mind works.  Actually, though, I think it’s trying to say that the student was worrying about the teacher mucking up his mind cause his was mucked up – ie get the two-by-four out of your eye before you pick at mine, you brat.  I count people who go through youth books line by line looking for subversive material among these.

Which god or goddess from mythology would you be and why? (Q borrowed from a comment on anupturnedsoul’s blog – Two Narcissists in a Relationship? – a personal story)

Ooh, I know this one!  Nemesis.  She’s not as well known as say, Zeus, but I like her cause she’s the Greek goddess of revenge.  Her job is to exact revenge for “hubris” against the gods, or in valley girl speak “She like thinks she is like SO GOOD.”  Some people say you shouldn’t want revenge and you should live well, blah blah, but I think that’s because they couldn’t get away with it and besides, if I was Nemesis, this would be my job.  Like, nothin’ personal.  Hey, did you just run over your neighbor’s cat and think nothing of it cause you are so special with your corvette?  Sorry, but Whiskers is going to haunt you for the rest of your life, buddy.  Turn around – Whiskers.  Go to bed – Whiskers.  Take home a date – Whiskers on the couch waiting with his red, creepy eyes.

Not that I’ve though much about this.

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Taylor is Nemesis’s representative on Earth, I think.

 If you could be someone else, real or fictional, for a day, who would you be and why? What would you learn from being them? (Q inspired by Fandango’s Provocative Question #1)

Last question, you guys!  I would be Donald Trump. No wait, hear me out!  I would grab my buddy Mike Pence and we would travel to Antarctica to visit with the penguins and those Eskimo guys.  We’d miss the plane back – I’d only have to tell Mike that there was a woman on there if he protested.  Then I’d go back to being me, and Donald and Mike would learn to live with the Indigenous peoples until they kick them out within days and then they would learn to live with penguins.  Sorry, Donald, you don’t always get to be in the middle.  You have to share warmth like all the other Emperor penguins.  And outside people would be all “Yay!” until we get someone else stupid in office.  What would I learn?  In Trump’s brain, I’d probably have lost information more than gained it.  I am willing to take the risk for my country.

Okay, so that’s the end I promise!  Anyone still with me?  I am supposed to ask eight questions of someone else, but my brain is fuzzy.  I don’t know eight bloggers, but anyone reading I would LOVE to see answer these questions cause they are so fun.  I’m going to check out anupturnedsoul’s other nominees and their answers.  

Stay tuned as I explore the many bizarre versions of Mary Freakin’ Poppins!

~Alice