Howard Hughes, Exasperated
When I woke this morning, from a dream of having my eyes removed, the thermostat in the middle parlor already read 88˚F. In something of a stupor, I dressed, took my meds, and then Kathryn and I went south to Peace Dale, and we spent the day – wasted the day – sitting in their air conditioning. We returned home about an hour ago. To the oven. As I said on Facebook while at the library:
Fled the broiling house (89F) to the sanctuary of the Peace Dale Library. But in my heat-addled delirium, I forgot every single thing I might have used to get work done here. I even forgot ear buds for my iPod. So...here I sit...nothing to do, and in no mood just to read.
I long for central air and heat. And a house that doesn't hold in every scrap of heat, winter and summer.
And, while we're at it, I miss a world where discours de bébé isn't the Cool New Thing, whether you're a teen or in you're fifties. I "has a sad"? "Nom nom nom"? That's "totes adorbs"? Your "selfie" gave me "all the feels"? Really? Seriously? I'm talking about adult, well-read, college-educated people. And no, my generation didn't have anything linguistic to match the ubiquitous idiocy of this slang (though, as I've said, I do not see this as necessarily generational phenomenon).
God, what I genuinely, truly miss a world with at least some semblance of dignity.
Fuck This Shit,
Aunt Beast ("prickly evil")
Fled the broiling house (89F) to the sanctuary of the Peace Dale Library. But in my heat-addled delirium, I forgot every single thing I might have used to get work done here. I even forgot ear buds for my iPod. So...here I sit...nothing to do, and in no mood just to read.
I long for central air and heat. And a house that doesn't hold in every scrap of heat, winter and summer.
And, while we're at it, I miss a world where discours de bébé isn't the Cool New Thing, whether you're a teen or in you're fifties. I "has a sad"? "Nom nom nom"? That's "totes adorbs"? Your "selfie" gave me "all the feels"? Really? Seriously? I'm talking about adult, well-read, college-educated people. And no, my generation didn't have anything linguistic to match the ubiquitous idiocy of this slang (though, as I've said, I do not see this as necessarily generational phenomenon).
God, what I genuinely, truly miss a world with at least some semblance of dignity.
Fuck This Shit,
Aunt Beast ("prickly evil")