It’s A Propaganda Bomb!

Has anyone ever watched the show M*A*S*H…? Well, if you haven’t, you should. The first few seasons made in the early 70s were funny as fuck! What the hell are you doing reading my inane ramblings?! Go watch this show!

Anyway… In one episode, an unexploded bomb lands in the camp (a US bomb) and, unfortunately for Hawkeye and Trapper, they have to try and disarm it using the instructions Henry calls out to them. Unfortunately, Henry is a bumbling fool of a commanding officer and doesn’t read them off right. The bomb is going to blow! Hawkeye and Trapper run like hell, throw themselves to the ground and wait for the imminent explosion.

It does explode, but not how you would expect… When it blows, it sends papers up in the air to gently float down. On it was printed a message to the enemy to give up, that they can’t win, to which Trapper responds, “It’s a propaganda bomb!” Quite possibly one of the funniest lines written for this show.

What the fuck does this even mean…?!

So, those who are unfamiliar with propaganda and how it works…

Take this poster for instance. I honestly have no idea where the fuck they were going with this point… So if you drive alone in your car, you’re carpooling with Hitler?! Yeah, see, when you think about it, this makes absolutely zero sense, right? But Hitler was such a hated person (well, by the allied nations, anyway) that they would use him as a means of getting people to do what the government wanted them to do. In this case, they wanted people to car pool, probably to save on gas, and figured the best way to get Americans to do what they wanted was to tell them that, if they didn’t car pool, they were pretty much for the Nazi party. That’s how propaganda works, more or less. You want the public to do something? Well… just make them think that, if they don’t do it that they’re an evil person, they’re unpatriotic, they’re against their country, they don’t care how many people die and BAM!! They’ll follow like sheep follow their shepherd. That’s how it works.

“Education for Death, The Making Of A Nazi”

One of the more disturbing pieces of propaganda is Walt Disney’s “Education For Death, The Making Of A Nazi“. I came across this while doing a project on the history of animation for college… I know, that seems weird it’s a Disney cartoon (seeing as how everyone thinks Disney was secretly an anti-semite) but he was asked and made this animated propaganda short. It was… disturbing… I’m sure that was the purpose of it, to disturb viewers. They take a sweet, sensitive, innocent boy and turn him into a finely tuned killing machine. I added the link, but be warned if you watch it. It’s actually upsetting…

Christmas Star, an alignment of Jupiter and Saturn

Hold tight, I’m getting to my point…

I had shared a picture on Facepuke of the Christmas Star (the aligning of Jupiter and Saturn) similar to this one. Actually, the one I shared was more realistic, but… Pretty, right? Yeah, Facepuke slapped that shit down in a hurry… I received a message that it was false information, so say their fact checkers. Mind you, the fact checkers often get things wrong (like the post I shared about the real Aunt Jemima that actually was factual). Hey, real picture or not, it was pretty and festive. It also wasn’t hurting anyone.

The actual factual of what they know thus far…

Fast forward to yesterday…

I was on Facepuke and a cousin, who swears he’s not a die hard Republican even though he blames everything wrong in the world on those “damned Liberals”, shared two different posts, both with the same content stating that this bombing happened because they were going to test the voting machines to prove (or disprove, I suppose) a fraudulent election. The company that was to do this was a subsidiary of a company of another company that is part owned by Biden and that’s why everything got blown to smithereens. This was followed by, “Still think we’re crazy?” YES!!! Actually, I do, not surprisingly! What the fuck is wrong with people?! Are you that swayed by Trump and his merry band of assholes that you’ll believe every fucking thing you hear?! Christ, this guy could have been nothing more than a disgruntled worker who had severe mental issues and suddenly it’s government conspiracy!

I’m the chicken in this scenario…

Needless to say… I flipped the fuck out in a post and have decided to stay off social media for a while…

It’s not unusual for me to lose my shit. I do that almost every single day. It’s not always warranted, but this time it was.

Listen, if your asshole “independent fact checkers” have an issue with an image of a fake Christmas star, an image that hurt absolutely no one, enough that you could take it off my wall, then tell me… Why do the same rules no apply when it comes to political conspiracies, huh?! That does hurt people, yet that’s perfectly alright. All the hash slinging bullshit this last election… every bit of it was perfectly fine to share on Facepuke even though Twitter actually removed tweets from The Great Pumpkin when he was throwing a tantrum that he had lost. So Facepuke is biased, I suppose? Well, I’m not having it… Hence the nasty post. Put me in Facepuke jail for 3 days; I won’t miss it. Assholes…

So fucking true…

A friend of mine send me this in messenger yesterday. She said she didn’t want to post it to my wall because she knows I have issues on Facepuke… Anyway, it’s true when you think about it. Zucker the Fucker is certainly controlling what info we are allowed to see and share. So what happened to our constitutional rights, there, Zuck…? Yeah… that’s what I thought. And the faces here bear an uncanny likeness, don’t they? I think that’s the most interesting part of this entire thing. It really makes me want to start my own social media where there are no politics, no hateful/racial posts, no religious shit. Just what’s going on in your life, pleasant or funny posts and stupid cat videos. If I only had that kind of money…

I must decorate… EVERYTHING…

Enough about propaganda, fear mongering and “fact checking”…

Yesterday I took some funky stickers I had and decorated my guitar case. It was so boring, just this plain black case. I needed it to say it was my case, so I did this.

I also went to a guitar shop looking for a strap. That’s one thing I didn’t have that I needed, so I went in search of something that would match the red of my beauty. I actually found one that matches my guitar as well as my personality. While I was there, I also picked up a few new picks to try out and I asked if they did in person lessons (the store it came from is not offering them now due to COVID) and they do! Not only that, it’s cheaper than the other place and closer to home (a much less anxiety inducing drive). Luckily, the one guy there had openings Mondays at 4PM. I start this Monday! I’m pretty excited! I’ve been taking to it well without lessons so far. Imagine how much better I’ll get with them!

Ah, vinyl…

As for the job I got at the record store (and couldn’t start due to COVID testing)… I still don’t know what to do. I mean, I’m doing okay without so many anti-anxiety meds (I’m down from 3 a day to 1), but that’s because I’ve been spending time at home and only go out when I want to, not because I have to. I’ve always gotten very stressed at jobs and I don’t care if you’re a customer or not, you speak rudely to me or be condescending and I will get nasty and flip shit on you. That’s… not a good thing.

Besides, I’m in the process of convincing my shrink to take me off the antidepressant for a while, just to lose the blubber the last one put on (which I can’t do when I’m on meds). I won’t be able to accomplish that and have a job where I don’t blow like Krakatoa on a regular basis. It’s a pain in the ass… I think I need more time to adjust to not having meds and going out when I have to and be okay with it before diving head first into a job. But everyone keeps telling me this will be good for me. I’m confused and don’t know what to do. But I need to make a decision soon…

Make her hair purple and we’re pretty close, hahahaa…

So, until I do decide, I’m just going to go with the flow as much as I can.

I know… that sounds hippie-dippy, doesn’t it? Well… that hippy-dippy stuff has been helping me so far. I don’t want to lose that.

But it makes me wonder, dear readers who suffer the same annoying mental issues, how do you cope? Do you find that you’re okay working a job or is it literally the most obnoxiously difficult thing that you’ve ever had to do? Do you think it would be helpful or harmful for me to try and attempt? Can you control yourself around others? Have you divulged what the fuck is up with your crazy ass brain that makes you goofy sometimes? Do you think people should divulge that info? Let me know what you guys think. I’m really struggling with this decision…

Let The Letdown Begin!

So pretty…

So here we are… the day after Christmas.

This is actually one of the days I hate most out of the entire year for reasons that I’m sure a lot of people experience… the dreaded “post Christmas letdown”. I mean, obviously I’m suffering from something. I was just ditty-bopping to “Video Killed The Radio Star”… Who does that?! Yeah, people having a mental moment, that’s who…

But songs from my childhood aside…

It doesn’t matter how good or how shitty the presents you got were, how great or shitty a time you had, whether you spent it with family or all alone in peace and quiet. Most of us experience that “post Christmas letdown”. And let’s face it, the reason we experience it isn’t because of our Christmas Day experiences. It’s because we look forward to that day for what can feel like an eternity, usually from around the Happy Hallothanksmas season begins (there are no separate holidays anymore, folks). Then the day finally arrives! Then, just like that, it’s over and feels very anticlimactic. *Sigh*

A Zen Isle Christmas

Technically, I had 2 Christmases… sort of. December 24th is what they call “Toy Day” in Animal Crossing. I helped the reindeer, Jingle, pass out presents from Santa to some of my villagers (a few gave me one in return) then I got to do gift exchanges with them. It was actually kind of fun! And I was feeling so festive that I decided to set up a cute scene with my character and villagers. It was pretty cute!

“Poe-ka Dots”, hahahaa…

Christmas was also weird this year…

My sister went a little to the extreme with the whole COVID situation… I had to set the presents I bought for her, her boyfriend, my nieces and the boyfriend of one of them out on my porch for her to pick up and she dropped off what she’d bought. I thought that was a little weird…

What was weirder was when we did a FaceTime call so I could see them opening presents. She answered the call with a mask on and I asked what the hell for. I was told they were practicing safety and social distancing. Seriously?! These are your daughters! What the fuck is up with that?!

Anyway… Surprisingly she didn’t get me art supplies this year. Instead, she got me a lot of Corgi items (a shirt, socks, dish towel, ornament, mug), these Snoopy slippers (I love Snoopy) and these socks titled “Poe-ka Dots”! Aren’t they a scream?! I didn’t even know she knew I liked Poe! Either way, they are now my new favorite socks! I just love funky socks!

I can’t believe they still make him!

And, to my surprise, I got Snuffles!

In my late teens, I used to frequent a store called Noah’s Ark, a place that sold stuffed animals and a few toys. I always adored the Gund stuffed animals, in particular this bear. Years ago, I bought myself a small pink one and a larger chocolate brown one. But they were lost over the years…

Imagine my surprise when I saw an ad on Facebook from Gund and saw they still made the same bear! I was ecstatic! I had made mention of it and how I had two of them and missed them. I didn’t expect anyone to get me the bear I’d missed all these years, so you can imagine how surprised I was to open the box and saw this adorable, soft, squishy friend inside! Yes, I’m an adult (an old one at that) but I still love a soft squishy friend!

What a beauty!

But the best present by far was my new guitar!

When my mom’s boyfriend first came to live with us (I was 12), he had a 6 string guitar that I was told I was not allowed to touch. Yeah… you know I didn’t listen to that. When they weren’t home, I used to fool around on it. He was never any the wiser. I don’t know why he didn’t want me to touch it… He knew I was a piano player and I would never destroy an instrument. Well, he was an ass… That’s like the only defense I have for him. But ever since then, I’ve wanted one.

So here he is! Isn’t he beautiful…?

I decided on a 12 string because there are songs I want to learn that require a 12 string, so I figured the hell with it. This way I can play anything I want to. Well… after I take some lessons. I have no idea how to make chords, where to put my fingers and whatnot.

However, if there is one advantage to being able to play by ear, it’s the fact that I can literally pick out at least the melody of songs on any instrument I get my hands on. That was how I spent most of my day yesterday. I was actually doing some interesting stuff! I was also watching some videos on how to make certain chords and screwing around with that a bit. Oddly, this is coming to me pretty easily, so when I get lessons it should be pretty easy to pick up. I hope…

This is my constant companion…

In other news…

My constant companion has returned… Yep, my “buddy”, Anxiety.

This whole thing about getting this job in that record store had literally set my anxiety off all over again. And just when I was starting to do good off of two of my doses of Klonopin… I’m not sure what to do. Should I start and see what happens and risk a relapse? Or should I just say fuck it and not bother? It’s a tough call…

Me when I think about working in a busy mall…

I’m just not sure I’m ready for such a big change…

I’m still having issues with the idea of leaving the house, driving… just being out and about if I’m not necessarily feeling up to the challenge. If I go out because I want to, the anxiety isn’t there (except for driving). But, if I don’t want to go out and I have to… That’s a whole different story. That’s when my anxiety levels rise to a point that I just can’t deal.

Which is why, right now, the big question is what to do about this job. Yes, it’s perfect for me and I know that. I’m very knowledgable about music, I have a huge collection of vinyl and there’s nothing I love more than both those things (except art, of course). But does that mean a job is the right thing for me right now? Ever since I accepted it, I’ve been having the worst anxiety about it. I’m starting to second guess myself as to whether or not I can do this, which is where all the stress and anxiety come into play. Fun times…

Well this is interesting…

Of course, it’s not as if I can’t look into alternative medicines…

Luckily I live in a state where medical marijuana is legal. Though I highly doubt I could drive when I smoke or vape it, it’s still an alternative to continue being addicted to anti anxiety meds, right? And if you get the right strain, it will help you feel relaxed and happy…

Though whether or not it will make me feel happy enough about starting a job I’m apprehensive about, I have no idea…

What The Fuck Do They Want From Me…?!?

“Say So” Fortnite emoji, my current favorite…

This is Grimoire, my current favorite Fortnite skin doing my favorite emoji for the song “Say So” by Doja Cat. No reason for this being here… It’s just that this emoji has given me a new song to obsess over for a while, that’s all… And I like this dance.

Anyway… So I got my COVID results back and they came back negative. I’m a little leery on that. I mean, when I was tested months ago, I knew it wasn’t COVID because it was rag weed season and I’m always a hot mess that time of year. But this time was different. I never loss my sense of smell completely no matter how congested I was. I have some other symptoms as well, like the loss of appetite, nausea, food tastes downright wrong, I’m doing nothing but sleeping and I just feel run down and like complete ass. And I’ve been feeling worse since this all started. My sister (the nurse practitioner) and her doctor boyfriend said I should get retested, especially since they only tested one side of my nose. My family doctor seems to think I’ll be fine, but I really feel lousy. So either retest me or test me for H1N1 (the flu) because something funky is going on in my body.

That’s how it feels, yeah…

Now, with the negative result, it told me that I should continue to quarantine as long as I’m having symptoms and if they persist or worsen to call my family doctor, which I did.

He tells me I should be good to go, but the hospital where I got the test done said continue to quarantine. The doc told me he didn’t think that was necessary. My sister and her boyfriend say quarantine and get retested.

So here’s my question… What the fuck do these people want from me?!?

No, that’s a serious question… People are being told by their jobs to stay home for a sniffle (and you need a doctor’s note saying it’s okay to return), Even though I’m negative, I’m supposed to quarantine as long as I have symptoms but the family doctor says I can go back to work, so… which is it?!? Christ, I don’t know if I should scratch my watch or wind my ass these days!

My current state of mind…

I have no idea what to do at this point… Should I start my new job (if I still have it since, you know, I had to call off my first day and quarantine) or should I get retested for COVID and tested for the flu as well? Should I go work in a record store in the mall around a lot of people or should I be responsible and stay home to not infect other people? I don’t know… But I do have to call my new boss today and let her know what the fuck I’m doing…

This COVID shit is getting to be a real pain in the ass… No one seems to know exactly what they should be doing because everyone tells you something different all the time. The rules change at the drop of a hat and if you don’t keep up with it, you’re going to get fucked. So the fucking hell with it… I’m just going to do what I think is the right thing to do and follow that. I’m tired of all this indecision. Make up my fucking mind as to what you want us to do and all of you stick with the same protocol. Problem solved…

The perfect Christmas gift for all the Karens in your life…

On a different note…

Morticia has been driving me bat shit insane… We’re doing this thing again where she calls me a million times a day, sometimes one right after the other if I don’t pick up, to dump all of her shit on me. And believe me, if I thought she was dumping shit on me before, I was wrong. That pales in comparison to the shit getting dumped on me now. She’s also been taking out her aggressions about her personal matters on me and it’s really starting to piss me off. Don’t personally attack me just because your life sucks right now. Not my circus, not my monkeys… I didn’t make it suck, I’m not having this where I get attacked like I was personally responsible for whatever pickle is up your ass… I’ve been trying to avoid her, but it’s not always possible to do so. Though I think I found a solution to the problem. Perhaps I should buy her this journal for Christmas. I don’t think she’ll get the hint, but hey, there’s always hope.

Peace out, fuckers…

Even my hippie-dippy shit isn’t helping me right now…

Honestly, I’m just totally fed up and disillusioned with human beings in general and the world as a whole. My depression and anxiety levels have been rising slow and steady (sometimes spiking quickly). And I was doing so much better being off some of my meds… But then the election shit happened. And Morticia became a huge hemorrhoid again… And all this COVID shit… And I don’t know if I’m ready to try having a part time job again, but there it is… I’m seriously starting to lose my shit and I’m not sure what to do. Yeah, it’s nice that people are trying to encourage me, telling me that this will be a great opportunity for me, working this job, but I still have a lot of reservations about it and I’m not sure it’s the right decision.

At this point, I think I should just go off the grid and say fuck it… I have to get away from all the crazy in the world because it’s making even molehills seem like mountains anymore…

You Might Have The ‘Rona, Karen!

This one smells incredible

Gotta love the internet…

Apparently people were leaving negative reviews on Yankee Candles, stating they didn’t smell or the scent was very faint. Finally, someone decided enough was enough and commented on one of the reviews, “You’ve got the ‘Rona, Karen.” I thought that was funny as fuck, to be honest.

However, things became not so funny for me when, one morning, I was changing the wallflower plug in. Usually I get hit by an overpowering smell when I open the refill… but I didn’t. I didn’t think much of it until a bit later. Usually, the entire downstairs is flooded with scent within about 20 minutes. When I still didn’t smell anything, I got a bit worried, but I blew it off. Or I did until the following night when, all of a sudden, like someone turned on a switch, I smelled the refill. Uh-oh… That’s really not a good sign. It also wasn’t a good sign that I took a 6 hour nap before that happened. I had also noticed food tasted really bland, like it didn’t have much flavor and, at times, just tasted downright funky. So, after a few days, I texted my sister and she suggested I get tested. So did my family doctor. So yay… I might have the ‘Rona…Right before Christmas!

I think you’re there, doc…

Now, I’d been tested before because of all my never-ending sinus congestion (I wasn’t worried, I could still smell and taste), so I knew what was going to happen.

In fact, the doctor I saw asked if I’d had one done before. I replied that I had and his response was, “Oh good, then you know what to expect.” I responded with, “Yeah, you’re going to give me a full frontal lobotomy with a small bottle brush…” He… didn’t say much after that. I’m sure it’s because I was onto them, hahaha…

I’ve known so many people that had it done and they all say, “Oh, it’s not that bad…” Let me tell you, they’re either not being honest or they have no feeling inside their nose. Or the test isn’t being done right. I swear to Christ, they go up so far into your nose, they could give you a fucking lobotomy! That’s a rather frightening thought, isn’t it? But if it has to be done, you gotta do what you gotta do…

My nirvana…

So let’s make the situation worse…

I got a part time job, my first job in over 11 years! It’s at a local mall in, of all apt places, a record store! Sounds perfect for me, yeah? I’m overly knowledgable with music (I even stumped the one older guy that works there), I love vinyl and I get to play vinyl while I’m there! Awesomesauce, right? It’s like my perfect job!

Yeah, it was awesome sauce until I had to call of on what would have been my start date because I had to go get a COVID test done… Seriously, how bad does that look?! I feel bad, but they all kept telling me not to worry, I couldn’t have foreseen it. This is true… I got hired Monday, lost my sense of smell Thursday morning, it came back late Friday night and Monday I had to go for my lobotomy test. Honestly, I hope it’s positive. then I can get it over and done with, since most people don’t get it twice. So I’ll approach it like chicken pox…

Balsam Hill trees rock!

I just want to feel okay for Christmas…

I bought one of those beautiful Balsam Hill trees this year because my old one finally shit out on me. Isn’t it pretty?

The problem is… what if I still fell bad or if I get worse? What if I can’t spend the holiday with my family and friends?

So I’m asking all of you, my dear readers… Keep your fingers crossed that I’ll feel okay at the very least so I’m not sick as a dog and can actually sort of enjoy my holiday even if I have to spend it in isolation and alone.

And, as for all of you… I hope you all have a safe and Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you happen to celebrate at this time of year.

And keep that fucking ‘Rona at bay…