experiment and regret.

This is a ridiculous post in which I will discuss a matter that is probably not deserving of the seriousness level of the post… in which I treat something trivial with the utmost importance. You may come out of it thinking I’m crazy. Or more crazy.

I’ve accidentally been conducting an experiment over the past 30-ish hours. And I’ve made myself sad. I don’t like this.

Ah… but I do have regerts. Uh… regrets.

unintentional experiment:
Since the bitching about emojis post, I’ve made myself feel like I should try not to use them because doing so would make me a hypocrite. And it’s stupid… so stupid… because that whole rant was never intended to be about not using them!

results of unintentional experiment:
Also since that post, I’ve noticed you (the collective you… most/some of you) barely using them with me. I assume because I made everyone think I hate them and never want to see one again. But that was never the message I meant to send!

I am a shit writer because I didn’t even realize how skewed that post and the interpretations thereof became.

I never wanted that post to say ‘no emojis!’ It was about the excess and the loss of simplicity. And in some cases (like my girl kid), overuse. I miss the simplicity of : ) and : (. It feels like emojis have strayed from their original purpose: to convey emotion not always easily discerned from words alone. They still do that… but it’s the excess that annoys me, I guess. (Hell, a movie.) Is an emoji of a car conveying emotion? Probably not. So is it a ‘ji‘ instead of an ‘emoji‘? Because there’s no ‘emo‘…

findings:
The truth is… without any emojis at all, it’s bad! It’s sad and impersonal and kind of cold. Maybe next year, I should have a lovefest instead of a bitchfest. Because, let’s face it, I could probably use half the same things as I have love/hate relationships with so many of them.

This is truly ridiculous… all of it… maybe especially that I felt I had to clarify my stance on emojis! Like this is a critical issue! (Insert various laughing faces here…) But Vic said something that’s true — they make people feel good. Including me… which is why my accidental little experiment made me sad — because conversations suddenly turned cold. Without those little faces and hearts and such, emotion is… missing. That certainly wasn’t my intention. [God knows I’m emotional…]

I have regrets (or regerts, such as it is) about posting that rant at all. Maybe pretend you never read it. I think I’m going to need to spend more time discerning my own meaning before I post these things. And maybe I should stop writing them at 2 AM. I probably offended people with the cliché one, too. Maybe I shouldn’t care… but it’s just who I am. ♥


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music | f – five for fighting #atozchallenge

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[Disclaimer: I am not a musician. I can sing. I remember most of the recital piece I played on the piano when I was 6. But I’m not a musician. I know what I like and what I don’t like and what will likely be the soundtrack when I arrive in hell. And I know I’m opinionated as fuck. Especially about music.]
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f | five for fighting

Maybe it’s the whole superhero thing… I don’t know… but I’ve always loved this song. I can think of a few other songs about Superman, but this one sticks with me the most.

Superman’s got all this power… all these abilities… but he’s lonely with them. He’d like to be a regular human sometimes. Being a hero doesn’t mean he doesn’t hurt, too.

Poor Superman. Give the guy a break.

Superman (It’s Not Easy)

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naïve
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird, I’m more than a plane
I’m more than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
‘Bout a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd but don’t be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won’t you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
And it’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it’s alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy or anything

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naïve
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me, inside of me
Inside of me, inside of me
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
I’m only a man looking for a dream
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
It’s not easy
It’s not easy to be me

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honorable mention.
Foo Fighters
 — I think we’ve already established the greatness of this band. Listen to this… like, now! Can’t bring myself to only provide a link… so here you go: 

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bitchfest | f – frozen #atozchallenge

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f | frozen

I don’t understand the extreme popularity of this movie. I don’t hate it but it’s not even one of my top-10 favorite Disney movies. Yet it’s, like, the most popular one of all time. I don’t get it. Parents spending hundreds of dollars to buy Frozen merch for their kids when it was hard to come by? Combing ebay like crazy people, willing to spend five times as much as they should because their kids are so spoiled that they have to have it right now? What is it that makes this movie so special? Because I don’t see it.

Why does one watch a ‘Disney Princess’ movie? In the end… for the love story. [If you’re me, that’s why you watch every movie.] Frozen has no love story. Ana’s relationship with Kristoff feels like an afterthought… and it feels a little forced. And no… the love between sisters doesn’t count. I don’t give a fuck about the ‘Elsa doesn’t need a man’ crap. I don’t need one either… but I sure as fuck want one! Frozen is missing a love story. Without one, I cannot understand the great love for this film.

Frozen desperately needed a better story than the one we got. Something was just… missing. Olaf is whiney and annoying. [Maybe I just really hate Josh Gad’s voice.] It’s too bad because Olaf does have a few good lines… he is funny. ‘Watch out for my butt!’ And Kristoff’s whole bit about men picking their noses… and eating it… ‘All men do it.’ That was funny, too. But yeah… I’m all set with this movie.

tangled | frying panLet’s take a quick look at another Disney movie for purposes of comparison. Hm… which one? [Do you know me?] How about… Tangled? Rapunzel is not waiting for a prince to save her. Girl can take care of herself. Just give her a frying pan and get the hell out of her way. And Flynn/Eugene was no prince. He was the animated version of the perfect man. But he wasn’t a prince. He wasn’t going to save her. In fact, she saved him. This movie is just as much about him finding his way as it is about her finding hers.

And it has a love story. Two, actually — the obvious one between Rapunzel and Flynn/Eugene… and the one between Rapunzel and her parents. Both are powerful. I was going to finish that sentence with, ‘for an animated princess movie.’ But they’re powerful for any kind of movie. Both make me cry every damn time. I have seen this movie well over a hundred times and I cannot make it to the end without tearing up.

Frozen? Eh. Other than a few moments of laughter, I was emotionless. I’d rather watch Tangled again. Or The Little Mermaid. Or Beauty and the Beast. Or Tangled again.

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music | e – echo & the bunnymen #atozchallenge

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[Disclaimer: I am not a musician. I can sing. I remember most of the recital piece I played on the piano when I was 6. But I’m not a musician. I know what I like and what I don’t like and what will likely be the soundtrack when I arrive in hell. And I know I’m opinionated as fuck. Especially about music.]
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e | echo & the bunnymen

Echo & the Bunnymen remind me of a [short] roadtrip I secretly took with a friend one summer. Looking back, I suppose that was a bad idea. If something had happened to us, no one knew where we were… or when we left… or where we went.

We weren’t gone long and we didn’t go far. My parents thought I was at J’s house and, of course, her parents thought she was at mine. This backfired almost immediately when we couldn’t find a place to crash that night. We almost drove home and flipped a coin as to who would take the fall.

But we took a chance on our pal D’s lake house. He was often there with his buddy G. Of course, we knew they might not be there… and if it was only his parents, that would have been awkward. But we got lucky. [Not like that. That came later… but only for G and me.]

Our soundtrack that night was filled with alt 80s stuff. But I remember listening to this one song over and over for a bit… until D was confident he knew the whole thing. Then he played guitar while we all sang. That was the night they asked me if I wanted to sing in their band. How could I say no to that? [Or, later, to G…]

Bring on the Dancing Horses | originally released on the Pretty In Pink Soundtrack, 1986

[…]
Bring on the dancing horses
Headless and all alone
Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you’ve heard

First I’m gonna make it
Then I’m gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I’m breaking
Your brittle heart
[…]

Want more Echo & the Bunnymen? I recommend Lips Like SugarThe Killing MoonThe Back of Love

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honorable mention.
Elvis Costello
 — because Everyday I Write the Book.

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bitchfest | e – emojis #atozchallenge

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e | emojis

I hate the word. And I hate them. Oh… I give in and use them… and I hate myself a little more every fucking time. I don’t want to use them. I feel like a child when I do. It makes me cringe and I’m desperate to stop. But how can I? I have to use them, don’t I? I have a tendency toward sarcasm… and, well, you know… bitchiness. Without those stupid little faces, my tone may be lost… I may be misunderstood. I’ll be offending people all frickin’ day long. So… what then? Get rid of the fucking emojis and the sarcasm? Ha! The latter is not going to happen. I don’t even think it’s possible without a lobotomy.

Do you know who loves emojis? My 9-year-old daughter. She and her friends are capable of having entire conversations in emojis. It’s horrific. And for fuck’s sake, they made a movie. I shit you not. A fucking emoji movie. Ugh. And it gets worse (seems impossible, I know). Patrick Stewart is the voice of poop. Professor X. Captain fucking Picard. Is. Poop. The world truly has gone mad.

What the hell was wrong with ascii? [Fuck, I’m old.] Such creativity! Now you can’t even use a simple colon and parenthesis because they get autocorrected to a fucking emoji. It’s a goddamn conspiracy! Can’t I just be left alone to smile : ) or pout : ( or cry :’ ( or laugh : D ? Can’t I just stick my tongue out : P or be shocked : o or be emotionless : | or uncertain : \ ? I want to wear my shades B ) and maybe even summon Homer Simpson (_8^(I).

Even naughtiness is possible… for girls and boys… ( , Y , )  8===>  

Making things simple is not an improvement. Not in this case. Everything’s better when you make it from scratch…

And what about asterisks? Those were essential before this emoji hell fell upon us. All you had to do was say what you felt… surrounded by asterisks. For example: I should have been in bed hours ago. *sigh* I’m going to be in hell tomorrow morning. *sob* 

That’s so much more charming than a fucking hideous yellow face.

(No offense, Homer.)

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[Disclaimer: I do not intend to offend. If you love and enjoy using emojis, knock yourself out! Hell, I end up using them, too. I certainly don’t and won’t hold it against anyone.]

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music | d – dreamers #atozchallenge

#atozchallenge 2017 | music | what sandra thinks
[Disclaimer: I am not a musician. I can sing. I remember most of the recital piece I played on the piano when I was 6. But I’m not a musician. I know what I like and what I don’t like and what will likely be the soundtrack when I arrive in hell. And I know I’m opinionated as fuck. Especially about music.]
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d | dreamers

I knew nothing about this band until last week. Two dudes from Seattle moved to NYC. They met another dude and formed the band. And they have this great song. I don’t have lots more to say… I’m just going to listen to the song again… enjoy!

arrow.

Some nights feel like every night
This one feels brand new
Only got bad things on my mind
When I’m with you

And so it goes, we found our sweet disaster
In a river of champagne
Swimming through the morning after
We float away

[…]

Tell me that you need me on the floor
Passed out in your dirty clothes
Ask me what the hell I’m looking for
Like you don’t know?

You’re making it so easy
To throw myself away…

Sweet disaster…

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honorable mention.
Damien Rice — You can hear him here
Depeche Mode
 — I have tons of history with this band. Not literally with them… but they played a huge role in my twenties. Too many songs to choose from… but I picked one… Never Let Me Down Again.

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bitchfest | d – decaf #atozchallenge

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d | decaf

Why?

I do love the taste of coffee. I love coffee-flavored anything. Ice cream. Brownies. Cake. Chocolate. Milk. Mm… coffee milk. (Yes, I did grow up in RI… coffee milk is our thing…)

divider dots. red.

autocrat

So maybe I don’t hate decaf. I mean, it still tastes like coffee. I guess there is a point… you know, delicious. I guess caffeine isn’t necessary. [Hahahaha… yeah, I heard it, too. Must wipe hysterical-laughter-induced tears.] Without the caffeine buzz (for which I require at least 4 cups at this point)… it’s just not the same.

divider dots. red.

drink you under the table.There are far worse addictions, right? At least this one is legal and relatively inexpensive. Unless you go to Starbucks where the prices are stupid high. They can bite me. Their coffee isn’t even very good. I wish they hadn’t run all the little one-off coffee houses out of business. Things were so much better then. Wow, I never realized how much I hate Starbucks.

divider dots. red.

Of course, in case of emergency, I will drink any coffee I can get my hands on. I can’t go without. Unless I want a big fat headache. Unless I want to become even more of a bitch than usual. A frightening prospect, really.

divider dots. red.

Now put down that decaf and get yourself a real cup of coffee.

coffee - sleep when dead.

divider dots. red.

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bitchfest | c – clichés #atozchallenge

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[Disclaimer the first: I am unapologetically opinionated. This is me… full-bitch mode… blunt and honest… ranting about things I hate. Please don’t be offended by anything I may say… it’s not personal. Except to me.]
[Disclaimer the second: I’m sorry my posts are too long. For a-to-z, the recommendation is somewhere around 300 words per post. I’m way off. I will try to rein it in a bit in my future posts.]

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c | clichés

This is going to be really, um, bitchy. You’ve been warned.

I HATE clichés. And those fucking ‘motivational’ sayings… fuck yeah, they motivate me! They motivate me to beat the fuck out of whoever says them to me.

I don’t care if there’s a spec of truth in those clichés. They are awful. Painful. Trite. Not at all helpful. In fact, they are the opposite. When I feel like ass, nothing makes me feel worse than having clichés thrown at me. If you want to truly drive me over the edge, the one I’m usually barely hanging on to, go ahead and hit me with a cliché. But be careful… I might hit back.

I get that people are trying to be helpful… to be positive… to be encouraging. But clichés don’t accomplish any of that. They make me feel worse. So much worse.

Some of you may be tempted to respond to this post explaining why some of these are true, why they make sense, why they are valid and helpful. Not to be a bitch, but… to be a bitch… I don’t want to hear it. Maybe this stuff helps some people. In fact, I’m sure it helps some people. But it doesn’t help me.

Maybe I’m selfish (maybe?!), but if someone’s going to offer me some wisdom or advice, it really does need to be specific to me… to my situation. A sweeping generalization or someone else’s situation doesn’t help me.
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It is what it is.
This is the single worst expression/cliché/platitude on earth. It is true, obviously. It is also completely meaningless and annoying as fuck.

Things could be worse. / Imagine how much worse it could be.
Thank you for that genius observation — things could be worse. No shit. And now you want me to imagine how things could be worse? Because you want me to feel even more miserable? Seriously… what is the point of this? To feel good because worse is possible? Guess the fuck what? Better is also possible.

If you can dream it, you can do it.
Can I, though? No. I cannot. To ‘do’ my dream, I’m going to need financial assistance and a fucking TARDIS. Just because I dream something doesn’t mean I have the means to make it real. Some things are just beyond our control.

Good things come to those who wait.
Tick fucking tock.

See the good in every situation.
Fuck that. Sorry, but some things do not have a good side. They just don’t. Silver lining, my ass.

God has a plan.
And that plan is to fuck me over.

You have to love yourself before anyone else will love you.
So no one has ever loved me. Thanks so much for telling me that. I feel amazing now.

I could list more… and tell you why they’re incredibly stupid. But I’m pretty sure you get the picture. And I feel like I’m going to vomit.

BUT…

… while I was painfully hopping around the internet to find the typical wording of some of this cliché bullshit, I came across something…

plot twist

This is funny. It’s the closest I can get to motivational bullshit without injury or illness. Because it’s funny to me. And it speaks to the writer in me. It’s a metaphor. I can deal with that.

PLOT TWIST!

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