One Thing leads to Another

I was in the middle of enjoying “Orange is the new Black” season 4 episodes. Then, one thing/thought led to another. It started with my thinking on how much I didn’t like the show’s opening song.
I eventually scolded myself for complaining. I love the show. I can’t get enough of it.
Come here for info on “Orange is the NewBlack”
But there I was, mentally mumbling, each time the song played between shows.

(Note: having heard the song in its entirety, I have a feeling I could warm up to it a bit more. Many a brow has been raised over my occasional tastes, anyway. If it was good enough to accompany a mega hit such as “Orange..Black.”, then it’s entitled to many listens.)

I try to remind myself that if all I have to complain about is a song, oh please.. shame on me.
Bills are paid- thank you, Diligent Spouse-I’m not a hard drinker anymore  and my children are safe and healthy.

There’s no harm acknowledging that there are human beings suffering through living nightmares..every single day. It forces me to suck in my lower lip and consider worshipping the days I’m given.
You know, the same type of days that victims pray to see again-which many do not get to.
I remembered a Lifetime movie on such matter called “Cleveland Abduction”. It stars Taryn Manning. She’s well known for playing the inmate known as “Pensatucky” on “Orange is the new Black”.

If you  go here to her site, you’ll discover that she sings as well. Hopefully, many smiles will spread upon hearing just how well she does sing.

It reminds me of the time I discovered  that Juliette Lewis was  gifted in something other than acting, as well. That was one heck of a treat, to be sure.

All righty, I can’t very well finish a post on “one thing leading into another” without incuding this The Fixx classic, can I? Nahh…


A bit of an intro

Although recently diagnosed with Aspergers and ADHD (Geesh, that was kind of hard to say😏), I’ve decided to believe that I will make sense once in a while…to somebody..somewhere.
That’s not bad, considering how I felt over followers unfollowing me recently.
I’m a forty (COUGHsomething) year old woman who long stopped learning the ins n outs of Internet socialization. I’d been online since ’94, sure, but fell out of touch when text became the messenger of choice.
I knew all caps meant someone was mad (or drunk) but I certainly knew nothing of cluttering feed lines and such. I can barely remember which eyes can see what messages or how to even escape a group message.
I hope starting this blog will help me “be out there” without being that lost driver going 35 in a 75😏..horns honking in exasperation behind.
Hey, thanks for well.

“Space Thingy” vs. Distractions

Astronomers Find First ‘Wind Nebula’ Around Rare Neutron Star

Millions of spoons fell from millions of hands into millions of cereal bowls, upon hearing the news…”

This is what I was sarcastically thinking at the start of the video (link above)-considering our preferences for burping cat ass  and roof dives. you burp

It was fun, however, imagining absurd reasons why many of us won’t make it to the video’s end. I even indulged in sidetracking into left field topics, myself. the 00:17 marker, I wondered how many drifted off to keyword search “magnetar” online, wondering if the producer mistook a Pokémon for whatever “science thingy” they’re talking about.


Magneton 00:28, there may have been a few who excitedly sent this section in a mass mail-subject heading=“giant winged metal prick found in space!” thN10K1XXW

XMM-Newton 00:56, after the repeated use of the word “neutron”, memories of the “Neutron Dance” will probably prompt some folk to hunt down the classic Pointer Sisters video.

The Neutron Dance video

The ironic blessing of our short attention span will allow them to do so with nostalgic ‘yearning’. Forgotten, is that many of us would have preferred getting stabbed in the ears with an ice pick -it was played so much on the in…and day out..everywhere. 1:00, while there may be those who detest visiting the Neutron Dance , they won’t be able to shake the urge to watch the antics of Eddie Murphy in the movie from whence the song garnered its popularity. That movie being

Beverly Hills Cop-press here to sample.

Personally, I’d prefer the considerably less cornball stand up Murphy classic

Raw-press here to watch.

..1:30….A few may cringe over the occasional garbled words of the narrative, thus bemoaning lack of sub-titles. Another group, the keywords “muffled”, “mouth” and “foreign babe” may trickle into their darker psyche- encouraging immediate detours into even darker websites by 1:32.



The poem “God’s Mommy”

God’s Mommy

He sighed.
Amongst her children, he was easiest to read.
Dark clouds under his eyes meant anger and frustration
Ready to release fat dewdrops
into the corners of his eyes
meaning that he had failed
at something, that most likely wasn’t meant to be done
in the first place.
She smiled.
Amongst her children, he was the most determined.
Fully regaining his composure each time that he needed to
Starting anew
by tossing out the bad bits
determined to succeed
at something that could really be something
if he kept the grime from building up.

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