Drum roll… crash.

‘At least I’m not as bad as this guy…’, I confidently assert, handing my wife my MacBook so she can have a look…

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Of course in the pop quiz that follows I only get two right. Bass and Toms. (My wife is a drummer)

I should learn just to keep quiet.

Adulting

Being a grown up and taking on the ‘responsibilities’ that are thrust upon you as time marches on to its inevitable conclusion is something I’ve taken up only under extreme duress! I’m pretty sure I’ve referred to myself as ‘adulting’ before… because well… to be completely honest I like to poke the apocalypse, if only to see what will happen. And (obviously) to annoy people like Joel Runyon blue tick.

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Besides is the apocalypse necessarily a bad thing? Sure we’ve attributed a lot of negative connotations to the word… but really, think of the benefits. No more taxes, Star Wars movie reboots or Network News. Okay, there might be the religiosity of the chaff being separated from the wheat and thrown into the eternal fire (personally I have my doubts) but besides that potential niggle I see mostly upside.

When does someone become an adult anyway? I don’t necessarily remember there being a formal event or ceremony? Some have recently argued this is one of the big problematic features in the world today… a lack of a ritualistic event where we are bequeathed responsibility and the moniker of adult and leave our childhood behind us, a point in time where we are taken from the field and yoked to the cart of life as it were.

I’m tend to channel Admiral Akbar on this (and probably on a lot of other things too)

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I’m not advocating a complete lack of responsibility or a surrender to the whims of chaos…. but I do tend to think we are a sum of our experiences, a progression as it were and this notion that we need to have a cut off date where we start ‘taking things seriously’ is a little silly.

…also intimating that I am somehow ‘less’ because I refer to myself occasionally as ‘adulting’… well, you are probably right. If only because adulting isn’t a real word. (I know this because its underlined in red)

Consider me admonished Joel Runyon blue tick. Vaguely I wonder what the corrective action for word crime is? Its probably something quite serious… like immolation or flagellation… or… eh… other words ending in -ation.

 

… discontinuation.

Whats in a word

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[Jo] This makes me smile. Mostly because I know people who get really bent out of shape about things like this. Ha ha. As an aside I do think we are inclined to use the term Nazi quite loosely these days… seeing as there is no Nazi party anymore. Lowercase nazi doesn’t really mean anything… ie. Nazi… a member on the Nazi party. I don’t think you even really use it as a lowercase adjective… (the things I think about when I’m waiting for markets to open)

I mean being an actual Nazi is quite a horrific thing. Why do we cheapen its effect and meaning by using it quite carelessly. Do we actually mean Grammar fascist? That doesn’t really make sense to me either…

In any event. If you care about the English language so passionately that incorrect grammar upsets you, I’m sorry that you get lumped together with this particular ideology. In all honesty… I don’t even really understand the idiom of ‘there, there’ when comforting someone anyway… If you want to comfort me… slip me $20. That will almost always cheer me up. Unless of course I though my grief was worth at least $50.

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‘Despite all my rage…’

‘…I am still just a rat in a cage’ – Smashing Pumpkins, Bullet with Butterfly wings. 

It is still, after all these years, one of my favorite songs. Even if I don’t lace up my sixteen hole doc Martens and step into the mosh-pit anymore… Mostly because that’ll mean a week of ibuprofen and misery afterwards… also lets be completely honest, at the venerable age of thirty nine, anything that may result in hard living happens WAY after my bed time (these days).

Speaking of hard living, enter stage left, Louis CK, comic, ginger and chronic, serial masturbator.

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… I’ve wasted a lot of time just being angry at people I don’t know. You know its amazing how nasty we can get as people, depending on the situation. Like most people are okay… as long as they’re okay. But if you put people in certain contexts they just change. Like when I’m in my car I have a different set of values. I am the worst person I can be when I’m behind the wheel, which is when I’m at my most dangerous. When you’re driving that’s when you need to be the most compassionate and responsible of any other time of your life, because you are fucking driving a weapon among WEAPONS. And yet its the worst people get… and I am the worst. 

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Regrets…

‘… I’ve had a few’

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Bronnie Ware, an Australian nurse working in palliative care, recorded what she perceived to be the top five regrets of the dying. They were:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

Brown, Darren. Happy – why more or less everything is absolutely fine. Penguin Randomhouse. 2016

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