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eorWow, it has been a long time since I've posted. It's even been a few weeks since I looked at Dreamwidth.
I've been fighting a bought of depression. Nah, I'm just joshin' you, I haven't been fighting it at all. Cause when it comes down to it what do you do when you're depressed? You might sit in front of the computer and doomscroll. You might wander from thing to thing and never get anything done. You might try retail therapy and find it and your wallet empty. But do you really fight depression? Yeah, here's a broom why don't you go sweep back the tide.
Anyway enough of my privileged problems.
It's hard to believe that the recent legislative and executive antics in Texas aren't the worst news in the world, but Texas is going to have to up its game. Perhaps they'll outlaw wearing headscarves in college to kick it up a notch.
What is happening in Ukraine... well shit. It's awful to see that Georgia was the appetizer and Syria the first course. I hope we can avoid this being a formal French meal. There are plenty of possible shitty outcomes. My imagination isn't strong enough to come up with a possible good outcome. The best possible outcome is probably a horrific experience for millions of people and complete economic destitution for millions more.
Below is a work in progress, my apologies to Shinehead and Sting, goes to the tune of "Jamaican in New York"
Don't have coffee, I have nothing here
And I love it when it's quiet
You can hear shells in the night where we live
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv.
See me running down the street for bread
Hope I make it back inside
You can hear shells where we live
Oh, I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
See the cocktails stacked up in the crate,
We have to use them all some day
Takes a man to make a stand, sometimes he die
Be yourself, no matter what they say
Oh, I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I've been fighting a bought of depression. Nah, I'm just joshin' you, I haven't been fighting it at all. Cause when it comes down to it what do you do when you're depressed? You might sit in front of the computer and doomscroll. You might wander from thing to thing and never get anything done. You might try retail therapy and find it and your wallet empty. But do you really fight depression? Yeah, here's a broom why don't you go sweep back the tide.
Anyway enough of my privileged problems.
It's hard to believe that the recent legislative and executive antics in Texas aren't the worst news in the world, but Texas is going to have to up its game. Perhaps they'll outlaw wearing headscarves in college to kick it up a notch.
What is happening in Ukraine... well shit. It's awful to see that Georgia was the appetizer and Syria the first course. I hope we can avoid this being a formal French meal. There are plenty of possible shitty outcomes. My imagination isn't strong enough to come up with a possible good outcome. The best possible outcome is probably a horrific experience for millions of people and complete economic destitution for millions more.
Below is a work in progress, my apologies to Shinehead and Sting, goes to the tune of "Jamaican in New York"
Don't have coffee, I have nothing here
And I love it when it's quiet
You can hear shells in the night where we live
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv.
See me running down the street for bread
Hope I make it back inside
You can hear shells where we live
Oh, I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
See the cocktails stacked up in the crate,
We have to use them all some day
Takes a man to make a stand, sometimes he die
Be yourself, no matter what they say
Oh, I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
I'm a human, just another human,
I'm a civilian in Kharkiv
