squeeze me

Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night 🎶

ads and “prop”

I enjoy dissecting and paying attention to advertising to see if I can spot the manipulation involved, also to see if there is a surprise or special creativity to it, and finally just to ridicule it sometimes.
Mitsubishi has one on that I can make fun of.
Ad: “Don’t you want to test drive a Mitsubishi?”
Me: “Not at all.”
At least Mitsubishi doesn’t equate buying a car with love as most of the Subaru ads do.
The two most annoying ads for me right now are Anoro with that whiny Fleetwood Mac “Go Your Own Way” song, and Operation Smile “This Little Light of Mine” for being so cloyingly emotional.
Both Anoro and Operation Smile use sound processing that plays hell with 5.1 surround sound by making the ad swirl around the listener and even appear to come from another room, like some kind of voice throwing. It seems to be purposely disorienting to make an impression.
For me, analyzing advertising goes hand in hand with analyzing propaganda in the news.


We have four dogs, plus we keep a friend’s dog off and on, so there will sometimes be five in the house.

It makes me become a hypochondriac with the veterinarian, sometimes. I’ll rush to the vet with every little thing.

Sometimes I think that the doctor has played me. As he hands me a bottle of placebos, “give her these until you both feel better.”


It’s nothing personal. I just don’t want to see the POTUS every 1.5 minutes 18 hours a day.

A lot of people don’t like what I post either.

Screenshot_2018-07-17 Facebook

kayaks on pickup.

🛶 on 🚚

posting therapy

There are some small off-beat social media services that I use as a personal rant box, like screaming into a pillow. It’s embarrassing, yet I find it exciting at the same time. Whatever it takes. 😱
Sometimes I think my post volume gets annoyingly high. Being unfollowed or unfriended can be necessary and doesn’t bother me. I’ve done it to others.
It reminds me of my years in the My Opera virtual community. I never cared if a single person read or responded to my things, though I liked it if they did. I did it for myself.
When things get difficult, hitting the keyboard helps a lot. All this also reminds me of when I worked in a restaurant and my sidework was cutting lemons. There was something relieving about it. Working with the hands. A knife, slicing into the skin of a piece of fruit, the citrus smell, repetitive motion…

more MeWe lunkheadedness

I’m beginning to think that MeWe leadership is lunkhead city. Do I trust this network?

Ethnicity and sexuality (and even religion for some) are preferences? Oh, brother.