Monday, October 19, 2015

Move Toward the Light, Chuck

Today was a little dark, Drunkards.

Possibly not quite this dark. But dark, OK?
You know, like when you remember the famous Bette Davis line from All About Eve: "Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy night," except you suspect that Bette Davis would have crapped her pants if she knew just how bumpy a day or night could get?

I apologize for making you think about Bette Davis
crapping her pants. It's been that kind of day.
But you know, if you look hard enough, you can find bright spots in just about any day. Just about. I myself have had some completely pitch-black days. But today I was able to find some pinpricks of joy in the inky fabric of the shit the universe felt like throwing at me.

I call that a win.

For example:

I submitted two articles to a startup online magazine, and I got a one word response from the editor, to wit: "Fanfuckingtastic." That made me smile.

Also, I've been waiting two weeks for my Siamese kitten to discover that our new place has very high ceilings and, therefore, an entire level above the kitchen cabinets that she's never known before. Today she discovered it.

So, the color scheme of my apartment is "Siamese kitten."
Tastefully neutral, with claws, I guess?
Finally, Drummer Boy is coming over. Apparently he is bringing me chairs? I don't really have chairs right now. I'm not sure how Drummer Boy can walk into my apartment, see that I'm living on a shoestring and have no furniture, and still say he loves me. Yet that's the sitch.

I'm broke, Drunkards. Flat broke.

Yet I'm so rich I can't comprehend it.

Each of you is part of my wealth. So thank you.

Let's hope tomorrow is lighter for all of us, OK?


  1. Fanfuckingtastic sounds pretty good to me. Hang in there!

  2. What, not fanfuckingfuckingtastic? Kill them.

  3. I have been struggling with finding the bright side lately. All the little shit is starting to get very heavy. I was really stressed and sad today....but I know things could be so much worse. I am thankful for you, Chuck. You are a bright spot in my day, every single day!

  4. With apologies to Kim Carnes...

    Walls of neutral Siamese,
    She’s magic with a scrap,
    She handles hurt with such ease
    It makes Bette Davis crap.
    She makes a home from a dump
    And the drummer’s heart tap,
    She spins gold from hair of Trump.
    It makes Bette Davis crap.

  5. Everything is better when you have a cat staring down from the cabinets, judging you.

  6. Okay ... but let us know if drummer boy leaves the toilet seat up. Sorry, I'm still not over him standing you up ... or misinterpreting your invitation ... potato potahto.


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