QOTD: get into trouble
Filed in culture and random linkage, QOTD | Tagged with jon stewart, NPR | Comment (0)“Mr. STEWART: What’s interesting about that is people will say like, are you nervous about doing the rally? And you’re like yeah. So why do it? Well, why not? What, you know, Steve and I always talk about this, which is when you feel like you want express yourself you need an impetus, you need a catalyst. And part of the catalyst is get yourself in trouble. And that’s how I got into this business, I got myself in trouble, I moved to New York. There was no reason for me to move here. I always had a very happy life bartending at the Bottom Half and working for the state of New Jersey, but I wanted to get myself in trouble because I felt like I would not accomplish anything that meant something to me unless I did. And so moving here was a leap of faith but, you know, what if it didn’t work out? Then it didn’t work out. Life’s not a – there is no guarantee in any way, if you go a simpler path.”
sleeping beauty
i’ve been reading and linking to a lot so there’s a lot going on over here @GoogleReader and here@twitter, but no so much here. because, well, not to go on again about exhaustion, but oh man am i so tired, and it takes energy to write. so many nights without good sleep. lying in bed. twisting. turning. thinking.
first, last week my (now) chronic shoulder/neck pain spiked again, to the point that on last friday morning i was shriveled and exhausted and crying on the couch and jay made me to to the ER. what for? they won’t tell me anything new. DRUGS, that’s what for. but it turns out, the drugs, they don’t work miracles, and in fact, somehow, vicodin keeps me AWAKE. WHO KNEW. as it has been for the past 6 months, the pain comes in waves, and now today, is subsiding back down to a point where it’s only slightly aggravating. i’m just more mentally frustrated than anything else.
then, just as i was feeling better, the boy half went and crashed on his mount bike something fierce, and so now HE’s the one taking all the drugs and rolling around in bed all uncomfortable from pain, and i have not had a good night’s sleep in over a week. and yet, somehow, even if i crawl in bed at 9:00pm, i still can’t go to sleep. sometimes for hours and hours. insomnia sucks.
so while i intended to write something this week about, i don’t know, all the other crap going on in the world, right now all i want to do is go home and crawl in bed with my cat. which, by the way, i recently learned on This American Life, people from other cultures find weird, that americans sleep with their cats. huh.
Filed in me myself and i | Tagged with boring, cats, NPR, pain management | Comment (0)the last laugh
recently on This American Life (which is just one of the best things ever, and in addition to the radio broadcast, i highly also recommend the televised/video portions, which you can get via Netflix etc.), they had an episode in which they were searching for funny funeral stories, and apparently this was a hard thing to find.
so i just want to put it in writing that when i die, i want there to be humor at my funeral. it’s ok if you cry too, but there better be some laughter. song and dance/skits/standup comendy/whatever. i’m imagining more of a posthumorous posthumous roast centered around poking fun at yet celebrating me, my life, and the things and people that i love than a funeral.
that is all.
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