I believe it was Eb, double-style, extra fortissimo, don't you know.

One film that I have loved since before I can remember is called The Point. It's a crudely animated movie that was released in 1971. It stars a young boy named Oblio, and his dog Arrow. Oblio ends up banished to the pointless forest, only to learn amazing life lessons that go unacknowledged in this day and age.

My favorite character of all time, and the voice I hear in my head that tries to calm my nerves when I'm being over-analytical and nervous (aside from the voice of my darling father), is that of the Rock Man. In fact, while I've designed several tattoos for myself that I've yet to get, the Rock Man is one that I consider a priority. Even revisiting this old film, whether it's Rock Man's scene, or the miscellaneous songs written for it, or just having it in the background while I go about my life, catching occasional glimpses of the animation style and listening to the characters I've grown up adoring, always leaves me with a sense of calmness that my personality normally lacks.

The entire movie is on YouTube, if you feel so inclined. But, if you don't, no worries. I'll still implore you to spend a few minutes listening to the Rock Man, in all his infinite wisdom.

Totes inTERESTing... maybe.

This was a conversation I had with a friend of mine as we tried to uncover the mystery behind slang. 

Him: That’s totally interesting…. Totes interesting… totes terest? 

me: (I just stare at him with the most confused face I could muster.)

Him: Yeah, "terest" isn't going to catch on… I have a feeling.

me: Wait, what the hell are you talking about?

Him: You know! Terest! As in, “Hmmm..I find that in-TEREST-ing.”

me: Uhh.... nope. I don’t think that’s an actual slang term.

Him: That is because I just made it up. Obvs.

me: Plus, it has too many syllables. Slang has to be simple so you basically HAVE to use it. All slang is like that, right?

Him: Maybe. Some slang just doesn't make any sense, though. 

me: Of course it does! For example, people say, "Fuck," instead of, "I accidentally dropped those scissors on my foot and it hurt quite a bit, and I'm probably bleeding and going to end up losing a toe." 

Him: Well, not always....

me: Or they'll say something's, "ridic'," instead of "Well goodness! That isn't quite preposterous, but it IS certainly quite ridiculous." 

Him: You seem to have very specific definitions surrounding your use of slang. What else?

me: .... I'm trying to think of more, but aside from "fuck" and "ridic'" I can only come up with old slang... like, "color me excited!" and, "Sit on it!"

Him: Wow. That says a lot. Though I can't decide if it's that you're really old, or you spend the majority of your time around really old people..... Wait, are you calling me old?!?

me: Not at all. I'm the old one, and also, according to the evidence, pretty lame. Oh!!!!! Wait!!!! Lame totes counts as slang! People say "lame" instead of "that's awfully stupid, I'm feeling bored, and I wish you would just shut up." 

Him: (Laughs at my excitement over coming up with a slang term that's even vaguely contemporary.)

me: Hey, you know what? You can just... go... SIT ON IT. Yeah, that's right, Giggles McGee. What have you got to say to THAT?!

Him: (Still laughing) LAME!

-L

Summertime... and Atlanta is sticky.

Summers in Atlanta are the worst. I loathe being too hot. Every year I think to myself, "Don't worry, self. There's no way this year will be as wretchedly hot and humid as last year." Every year I'm wrong. Blech.

It doesn't help that today has been a particularly stressful day. Work is getting the better of me, and I find myself frustrated and bothered. I'm also feeling impatient, because there are a few projects I'm handling that I can't really do anything with until the other parties involved get back to me. Patience is not my strong suit.

The whole thing is horrifically tragic.

I should probably let my boss know that I'll be spending the rest of my day throwing and attending a pity party for one. He'll be invited, of course, but who wants to go to a crappy party like that? No one, that's who. I don't even want to go, and it's MY party, for and about and planned by me. I'll even be serving... um... water and sunflower seeds. Sorry, self. That's all I've got.