Listen, Hobby Lobby. You know how I feel about you. But you have GOT to stop trying to make the Thanksgiving Tree a thing. I mean, at this point, it’s just embarrassing.
Needless to say, I haven’t been blogging.
I haven’t been blogging because EverythingIsHappeningAndAllAtOnceHolyGodAlmightyKnows. There’s been life stuff and writing stuff and teaching stuff and job stuff and personal stuff and health stuff and angry feline companion stuff and just — well, stuff. There is, in fact, so much stuff I can’t even really think of words to express all of the stuff, so I thought I would instead offer a visual that represents how the end of a semester, especially spring semester, always seems to feel.
That? That’s it. That’s pretty much basically exactly IT.
The good thing is that there will hopefully soon also be this —
— because really, at this point in my life, I’m at peace with the fact that I will never be able to recuperate after a long, hard haul through an academic year and all of its attendant stuff without Tyra Banks yelling through the television screen that her mama yells at her like that because she loves her.
Dear Mr. Coffee,
I have, yet again, felt the terror of your hatred and disdain.
At this point, it’s all too clear: we have grown apart, and so have our wants and needs.
It’s over, Mr. Coffee. I wish you the best. And no, we cannot be friends.
Good luck with your future endeavors at the Humane Society Thrift Shop.
(An Incomplete List)
- Automatic door locks
- Automatic windows
- The human jaw
- Social Security
- People who try to scam old people
- Old people who try to scam people
- People who smile too much
- People who don’t smile enough
- People who wear too many sweaters
- Bee stings
- Bee pollen as a nutritional supplement
- Nutritional supplements
- National parks
- The outdoors
- Automatic garage openers
- Cars with computers in them
- Planes with computers in them
- Weather radios
- Movie theaters
- Move theater popcorn
- Movie theater patrons
- Movies about gorillas
- John Stossel