Next time, scrappy!!
I went to a play about the "Daisy" ad in the LBJ vs Goldwater campaign. World premiere. I wish I had asked my friend how much the tickets were before I agreed to go, because it was seriously not worth it to me. I thought it was an amazing set and visuals/audio, and a terrible script, mediocre actors, and lackluster costuming. My friend is in advertising, so it still spoke to her. And maybe if I were too, or if I had lived through that era...but no. They were also trying hard to push the whole "it's like now!" thing, comparing trump and Goldwater. Except I am cynical and the Internet wins everything for nastiness over some scare-tactic tv ad that they were so proud/appalled they had created.
Caffinating for market.
msbelle, I always get a little internet whiplash when I see you conversing with Devin Allen on twitter.
OMG, so stupid humid. Had to spend 5min in front of the ac to dry off.
All of what you have had to say upthread starting with Gud was fascinatingly lucid. I would add in something about gun culture and extreme individuality (I can save us with just my bible and my gun mentality).
OK, today will be a good day, I've decided. Gonna run in the woods, and go to dog class, and learn some songs for chorus, and get my hair cut, and make another batch of macarons. Oh, and mail a book to my new nephew.
Today I kinda want to do some cleaning, but I might have too much to do to get to it.
I have bunches to do too and seem to be stuck in procrastination mode. I did make a shopping list. So I guess I'll shop.
OK, not off to a great start: I'm still recovering from giving blood on Tuesday, so that was hella slow and painful. I dislike getting older: it takes forever to recover from things, and everything hurts more. Pfooey.
