I was cranky and upset today
for no particular reason; just a lot of life and work stressors finally getting
to me, I suppose. After crying into a cup of peppermint tea Mr. Typist made for
me, I decided I just needed to get out for a while. I’ve been meaning to pick
up a few light work tops to get me through the six weeks or so of actual hot
weather we get in Seattle. Nothing pricey or designer—just a few presentable
items I can wear on hot days, since 90% of my wardrobe is sweaters and knits. I must suffer from shopping-related amnesia,
because I decide to do this “quick shop to get me through” every effin’ summer. And it never works out. Ever.
Which is why I have exactly two, summery, work-appropriate tops, which are probably
five years old by now. I’ve ranted about this before, so I’ll be quick, but--what
the hell are retailers thinking??? I went to four different stores, and the
entire excursion was a nightmare of garish maxi-dresses, cheap, itchy-fabric
tops, hideous florals, tacky jeweled necklines, and the bane of
middle-of-the-road retail stores everywhere—the Drippy Blouse.
You know what I’m talking
about: That ubiquitous, foufy, unstructured blouse with a million swathes of
criss-crossing pleated fabric, extraneous sleeve components, and frivolous
stringy things that just hang down off of it for no reason whatsoever. As if it’s
not busy enough, the Drippy Blouse usually comes in some terrible clashing
print or eye-scalding shade of acid melon, lime green, or yellow. Sometimes the
Drippy Blouse also has a tacky jeweled neckline. This trend has got to stop. It’s
driving me slowly mad, but it shows no signs of going away anytime soon. I came
home empty-handed with a sore knee.
Aside from my Drippy Blouse
Rage, I’m still a bit moody, and I’m not up for much blogging today. Besides, I
have to biff off shortly to eat a homemade omelet dinner on our Kitchen Table
of Science, meaning our kitchen table, which has been colonized by a thick jungle
of electronics, batteries, wires, and robotics parts for Mr. Typist’s latest
experiments. I don’t know what goes on on that table; I just hear intermittent
zapping sounds and the occasional evil cackle.
In exchange for shirking my
blogging duties, here’s a peek into my internet viewing adventures this week. It’s
all the deliciously strange and mind-expanding stuff I like to look at to
remind me that the world is indeed a mysterious place, and there are more things
in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, yada yada. (Yes, I yada-yada’ed
Shakespeare.)
A
Shamanic View of Mental Illness:
The
Global Consciousness Project:
Neurogaming:
Weird
Theories to Ponder:
Not
Strange, Just Some Good Advice:
And a bonus video, just because it made me laugh and feel proud of my city today, despite my mopey attitude:
--Kristen McHenry
1 comment:
Very enjoyable to read!
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