There was disbelief when I said I had never seen "St Vincent" so I did the right thing ... and shamelessly stole a copy. I'm not sure if it's really a Christmas movie but the recommendation was strong: you have GOT to see it.
The best part of the recommendation is it came from Mystery Lady in conversation just now and that was wonderful for its own sake while it also showed I have not written so well.
When I wrote Ms Kersa had said 'two years or less' for me, I took no contract in that. It's only true if I believe it's true but that guarantees I'll go two years and kick out. There's no denial of anything except throwing out whatever quality of life remains for however long it lasts. I'm not throwing out anything and will start swinging around the Galaxy Guitar whenever it's possible to do it.
In hearing of the news, it's something when a 'witch doctor' in an aboriginal tribe 'spins the bone' since it means you will die if it points to you. This is extremely loose but the telling is anyone who is pointed in that way then goes off into the desert ... and dies. You can also approach that conversely in saying, "I'm not taking any life advice from someone who eats witchittey grubs." (WIKI: Witchetty grub)
In watching these weeper movies, it's not out of depression but rather this is the only time I can watch a Christmas movie without feeling ridiculous about it. I save them up for this and the regulars may have noticed the anticipation.
There was also the suggestion for "A Pocketful of Miracles" and I think it has something to do with real happiness comes when you have nothing at all. That sounds more like the Dalai Lama than a movie so I probably didn't say that well.
The general philosophy remains the same that you only invite melancholy in looking at what's lost and the joy is in finding whatever didn't go. The Joi just now was lying on a bed to celebrate the joy of laziness and was doing a fine job of it. I don't know Joi personally but I know for sure she is one heart-melting little Shih Tzu.
You know how it goes with Shih Tzu ... every day is Christmas if you have some peanut butter.
Note: don't give them too much but a treat can't hurt too much.
If Shih Tzu think there is peanut butter nearby, they will bounce on their back legs to ensure you know they will probably starve and die if they don't get some of it.
Things are objectively bad and anyone would agree, yep, that sucks. Where I'm failing to deliver the product is the subjective awareness is much better than it may seem so that needs a better portrait.
Maybe I'll get drunk in a bar
Maybe I'll just lie back
and count the stars
- "Hard Candy Christmas"
We vote for counting stars.
The best part of the recommendation is it came from Mystery Lady in conversation just now and that was wonderful for its own sake while it also showed I have not written so well.
When I wrote Ms Kersa had said 'two years or less' for me, I took no contract in that. It's only true if I believe it's true but that guarantees I'll go two years and kick out. There's no denial of anything except throwing out whatever quality of life remains for however long it lasts. I'm not throwing out anything and will start swinging around the Galaxy Guitar whenever it's possible to do it.
In hearing of the news, it's something when a 'witch doctor' in an aboriginal tribe 'spins the bone' since it means you will die if it points to you. This is extremely loose but the telling is anyone who is pointed in that way then goes off into the desert ... and dies. You can also approach that conversely in saying, "I'm not taking any life advice from someone who eats witchittey grubs." (WIKI: Witchetty grub)
In watching these weeper movies, it's not out of depression but rather this is the only time I can watch a Christmas movie without feeling ridiculous about it. I save them up for this and the regulars may have noticed the anticipation.
There was also the suggestion for "A Pocketful of Miracles" and I think it has something to do with real happiness comes when you have nothing at all. That sounds more like the Dalai Lama than a movie so I probably didn't say that well.
The general philosophy remains the same that you only invite melancholy in looking at what's lost and the joy is in finding whatever didn't go. The Joi just now was lying on a bed to celebrate the joy of laziness and was doing a fine job of it. I don't know Joi personally but I know for sure she is one heart-melting little Shih Tzu.
You know how it goes with Shih Tzu ... every day is Christmas if you have some peanut butter.
Note: don't give them too much but a treat can't hurt too much.
If Shih Tzu think there is peanut butter nearby, they will bounce on their back legs to ensure you know they will probably starve and die if they don't get some of it.
Things are objectively bad and anyone would agree, yep, that sucks. Where I'm failing to deliver the product is the subjective awareness is much better than it may seem so that needs a better portrait.
Maybe I'll get drunk in a bar
Maybe I'll just lie back
and count the stars
- "Hard Candy Christmas"
We vote for counting stars.
4 comments:
And DO keep them away from those awful fake apple Christmas tree decorations!! They turn white fur the brightest MAGENTA...and it lasts for weeks!!
Merry Christmas
I knew my ladies would come through and ignore a rule or two
Now this is Christmas! ML
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeZ9g4TXylk
I do remember another set of magenta ladies and that was soooo funny!
That was the perfect Christmas cat video. It may rule forever!
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