I got nuthin’. No light bulb moment floating in this head. I’ve run out of juice to produce. I’m all a bit “meh” and I also think the algorithm that allows people to see these posts has died along with my will to wash my windows.
I’ve sat staring at the screen, wanting to write but….nuthin’.
There’s so much I could write about I guess, but who needs to read another persons perspective about Donald Trump? If you want some entertainment though, the brilliant Sarah Cooper is worth following. You can find her here.
Pete Evans is balls to wall crazy.. I could rant about him for pages, but I can’t be bothered. Meh. His comment feeds can be a great source of entertainment if you want to check out his online antics on his Facebook page.
The Black Lives Matter movement has been so so important but I don’t want to dip my toe in that pond. Nor do I want to speak about Victorian’s who need to stop being dickbrains and listen to what the health authorities are telling them. Maybe they’re fans of Pete Evans and are the ones who bought his $15,000 doo-dads to ward off the virus? Spoiler alert. It’s not working.
We’re such a weird bunch, us homosapiens. I don’t understand a lot of human behaviour and sometimes I feel like an outsider looking in trying to figure it out. No, I haven’t gone insane and think that I’m an alien, although that may make sense some days. I just don’t get people. But that’s OK because there are people who I’m sure as eggs don’t get me either. Some of them live in this house and look at me with strange side-eye.
By the way… where does the saying “sure as eggs” come from?
I tell you what I really don’t get…. is the mid 40 memory loss. What’s with that torturous minefield of madness. I thought I was heading down a path of early onset dementia but the lovely ladies of The Hot Flush podcast set me straight. Anything you need to know about the womanly world of changing hormones… plug into this one. Plus they are very entertaining, they jump on their high horses and swear a lot. They are my people.
So as you can see, I sometimes have nothing better to do than listen to podcasts and read about the biggest nut jobs on the planet spruiking their madness for the masses.
Well hasn’t this been an enlightening read for you? This has been a post about nothing… (I feel a title brewing). It’s been complete and utter drivel if you will. Which happens to be the name of one of my other favourite podcasts. Christian Hull makes folding laundry and cooking dinner so much more entertaining. Sometimes a bit on the raunchy raunch side, but if you’re curious about Grindr then you’ll get a lesson or two.
Thanks for reading this far because I just re-read this and it has reinforced that not only am I a woman with questionable memories, but also of questionable skills. Speaking of which, I’m attempting to up my dubious skill level and last week recommitted (for the third time) to a course I enrolled into 4 years ago. Yeah, ummm “self paced” doesn’t really work so well for me. My pace is almost backwards… So I’m off to be enlightened with new knowledge for my memory-less brain. I’m also considering buying a Fitbit, because I seem to like making attempts at things I will probably never commit to.
Sounds like fun….
Meh.
M
