How to ruin a compliment
I guess this could be sort of a mini-Correspondence Hall of Shame; it’s just one entry. It started out nice, though. Last week on Curious Cat, an anonymous poster, instead of posing a question as per usual, wrote a comment to me along the lines of how I talk about my age a lot, but I look great. That they watched Naughty Secretaries 2 — I was hot then, and hot now. (That was shot twenty years ago, BTW.) I was pleased with this and thanked them sincerely.
Until another anonymous person chimed in with this:
Erica’s bottom is tempting, in spite of her age.
Really? Really?? 😛
This could have been nice too. They could have changed “in spite of” to “no matter what,” and I would have thanked them sincerely as well.
Or they could have simply posted the first four words and left the rest off. But nooooo.
Therefore, instead of a thank you, that poster gets this:
Yeah, you tell ’em, Tony. Many thanks to my dear buddy Dave Wolfe for sending me this picture, along with a note about how I “might find it handy.” How well he knows me.
I feel like I should say something here, since some people are asking me. Regarding all the fires burning in California right now, both Northern and Southern, I am safe. I do not live in a fire area, for which I am grateful every minute. The air quality is crappy and the sky is hazy-ish, but I am not in any danger. John, however, does live in a fire-prone canyon area. And with a freaking fire erupting every damn day, I am terrified his area will be next. Talk about feeling powerless.
And it’s exceptionally maddening, knowing that if my state were to completely burn to ashes and fall off the map, the only thing the Day-Glo orange dumbass dotard in chief would say about it is, “Too bad! They should have raked their forests more!” I’d like to rake his forest.
So, between bouts of anxiety and bouts of tears, it has not been a good week. I’m so tired.
Tired of bad news all the fucking time with no end in sight.
Tired of let-downs and disappointments.
Tired of crying.
Despite my desire to stay holed up in my apartment, I am going to pack up my things and head for John’s as per usual, in hopes of a relaxing and distracting weekend. I’d say we’re both due for a weekend where things go smoothly, after last weekend. Because if one more unexpected bad thing happens, I think I’m going to go stark raving slobbering mad.
But hey, I’m still grateful for my apartment. And grateful for work. I’ll end on that.
Have a good weekend, y’all. Don’t forget to set your clocks back if it applies to you.