When I have time to follow politics and the things the Republican party gets up to, I spend most of the time either laughing sickly or disgustedly closing the window. It's this whole rabbit hole of completely bonkers.
I semi-regularly explain to other non-American friends that when I talk about dumb shit that conservatives did, I don't mean regular people with conservative views. I mean the people who think Jesus is going to come take away all his people in, uh, really soon, I swear, and that in the meantime we should keep anyone who's not rich, white, and male down.
In other words, American conservatives :V
I've stopped following Republican media long ago. Instead, when I want to see people say unfounded and ridiculous things about my country, I jump over Fox and go directly to Pravda.
You'd enjoy it; while our media fills up the empty space with stupid entertainment drama or belief segments, the Russians say "Screw it, here's a pair of slideshows. The first is Random ships of the former Soviet Navy, and the second is photo collection #481 of scantly clad women."
Unless you're composing a musical, song, or opera, please, please, please keep music out of your writing. This includes plays, poetry, and fiction. I want to whack half my playwriting class over the head with a boat paddle, because most of them seem to think that writing a story is a bunch of song clips surrounded by scenes of people with drug problems.
There's an absolutely immortal passage, saved forever on a floppy disk somewhere, where I thought it would be a really good idea to write something like:
"mysterious scenery passes by while that bell solo from the middle of 'Bicycle Race' plays"
I'm not making that up either. God it was bad.
Anyway I usually treat it like any other detail: only mention it if the scene suffers from its lack. Which is hardly ever because I always feel like I'm writing a songfic when I write something like:
"Jim picked up his calculus textbook and flung it across his dorm room. The thin walls allowed his neighbor's enthusiastic rendition of 'Karma Chameleon' to reach him with exceptional clarity, and Jim began to wonder if murder was sometimes justifiable..."
Good news: The leukemia is in remission.
Not-so-good news: Still have six months of chemo ahead of me.
But I'm looking on the bright side. Whoo! Remission!
Hi Fate, that's fantastic!
If you don't mind my asking, what was your diagnosis?
What the hell is the deal with people running together the phrase "at least" into one word? I get "a lot" to some extent, but this is just ridiculous.
In other news, I'm going to senior prom, which I did not expect at all. This will be interesting.
In the future, there will not be spaces between words, and all vowels and the letter C will vanish entirely.
Also, people will run around completely nude and listen to music that consists entirely of a person yelling incoherently to a metronome beat, the only fiction genre will be young-adult erotica, and politics will consist of an all-women group muttering the word "sustainable" over and over again, assuming all current trends continue.
Oh my god.
(At first I thought your second paragraph was in response to my second paragraph, and I was extremely confused and frightened.)
jesus christ i'm old my senior prom was three years ago
Have fun! Is your prom at Red Rocks or somewhere else?