11 posts tagged “despair”

I promised myself I wasn't going to phone it in tonight.  But I only just now got home from work.  I had a mostly shitty day.  I'm way behind on a drawing I promised Daby and CarrieNation.  And my favorite baseball team - the New York Yankees - are playing game one of the World Series.  So here we are.

Chuck Klosterman calls this song "the emo 'Rock Around the Clock.'"  Is he right?  I don't know.  Nobody knows.  What's the point of debating, anyway?  Who cares?

Last week, I tried an experiment in positive thinking.  Rather than be my normal, realistic self, I thought positive thoughts every single day.  And I posted them on Facebook.  As you might expect, I got a lot of bewildered comments.  But you know, the important thing is that I didn't feel any differently.  At all.  Positive thinking is a load of horseshit.

Yesterday was literally one of the worst days of my entire life.  Today was going to be better by default, just because I've got nowhere to go but up.  And the beach.  I've got nowhere to go but up and to the beach.  (Not necessarily in that order.)  This trip couldn't have come at a better time.  I need to get away so badly I've been trying not to think about how it's not nearly long enough.  See yinz all on Thursday.

We may have mentioned this before, but those that pay attention can track our general disposition through this humble blog.  We've noticed over the past three years a clear (to us) pattern of negligence when we are down.  Now just so happens to be one of those unfortunate times.  We've been fairly stressed out lately, and we've been dealing with the inevitable low after a long spring of being mostly up.  And despite our week-long dalliance with the Question of the Day, we feel hotrod.vox.com has not been getting the attention it deserves.  We had hoped to rectify that this evening with an off-topic and humorous personal anecdote, but nothing came to mind.  Or at least nothing that we could crank out in twenty minutes or less.

Then we remembered a couple of posts by Dabysan (before he jetted off to another hemisphere; god, we hate that asshole) about smooth music.  Those posts prompted us to re-watch the tremendous Yacht Rock series in its entirety one sleepless mid-June night.  This is our favorite episode.

I had a somewhat humbling - if unsurprising - trip to the doctor today.  I've been freaking out about, well, literally everything lately and started to notice some tightness in my chest over the past couple of days.  Which naturally caused me to freak out a little more.  Hence the trip to the doctor.  Long story short - I'm fine, but my heart rate is on the fast side of normal.  It's a Fiat, when it should be a BMW.  (Yes, my doctor actually said that.)  I'm supposed to get more cardio exercise (which: check) and drink less coffee.  That second item is going to be even more painful than the cardio.  Good thing for me it's just a heart.  It ain't worth nothin'.

Now is the time when I'm supposed to announce that for the next week I'll be posting nothing but a daily response to the Question of the Day.  But I'm not very clever to begin with and I had a really shitty afternoon.  Just this introductory post is proving to be quite the challenge.  So let's just say that for the next week I'll be posting nothing but answers to the Questions of the Day and leave it at that.  God help us all.

Oh, and memes can blow me.

I have bad news.  I'm afraid it's not going to work out between Zooey and me.  And no, it's got nothing to do with Ben Gibbard; she's been over him for a while.  (The halitosis was an issue.)  I called it off.  See, Zo has a new hipster romantic comedy coming out this summer and she thought it would be a good idea to get together with her pal M. Ward and cover a Smiths song for the soundtrack.  I feel so.... betrayed.

I'm too distraught right now to offer anything further.  I really thought she might be the one.  If anyone needs me, I'll be watching the following video on repeat for the next five to seven hours, reliving happier times/what I wish would happen.

My calendar tells me this month that for every winner there are dozens of losers, and that the odds are I am one of them.  I presume the implication is that I am one of those rare winning sorts.  I mean.... whatever else could it possibly be?   It's not one of my personal favorites, but it's the thought that counts, right?  That Sister #2, she's ever so thoughtful.

The best feature of my calendar, though, is that it's personalized.  Now, I don't really need help remembering the date of Karaoke to the Death, for example, but it also handily reminds me of the birthdays of my wonderful nieces and nephew.  If pressed, I wouldn't - without this calendar - be able to come up with exact dates for any of them except Maggie.  (I know Maggie's because I know she just barely missed being born on Friday the 13th.  Like my sister couldn't have waited another hour for that C-section.  Sheesh.)  I know about where they fall, and I recall the circumstances surrounding their births (I was in Las Vegas with Vanna and Vrabel for a friend's wedding when Rushmore was born; Scottie joined us just after I returned from the beach last year), but let's just say I'm grateful to have the specific dates spelled out for me.

Otherwise I might have missed Midge's birthday, which is today.  Happy birthday, Midge, from Unkie Hotrod.  I'm gonna have chicken mcnuggets for lunch again today, just for you.

Midge