Visions of Hell
Vision 1:
Last week I had a robocall tete-a-tete with Callista Gingrich. Yesterday, Mike Huccabee shared his concerns with my poor, helpless answering machine. I can’t understood how those two got my phone number. They can’t be reading the same washroom walls.
Vision 2:
Someone recently asked me, “What do you do for fun?” Had this been a job interview, I might have replied, “Annual reports and newsletters.” If confronted with a HR person, I might even have denied the existence of fun. However the context of the question was purely social, so I was quite honest. What do I do for fun? I replied, “Be myself.”
Just yesterday my radio clock awoke me to the ghoulish chorus of “Carmina Burana.” (That would have been a more appropriate start to a Monday.) I had to wonder how often “Carmina Burana” was confused with Carmen Miranda. Who is to say that a choir in fruit-salad head dresses, chanting “Chica Chica Boom Chic”, wouldn’t be apocalyptic, too?
Hear for yourself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNWpZ-Y_KvU but just add https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERYKzez97lA
It must be what Carl Orff really had in mind.
p.s. And let’s not forget the historic significance of this day: https://finermanworks.com/your_rda_of_irony/2009/09/12/turban-decay/
I agree….it must be fun to be you!!!!
I am willing to become a Hindu if I can do it all over again.
Don’t you wish robocalls could be outlawed? But I suppose that SCOTUS (encouraged by Citizens United) would rule that the machine sending the calls has First Amendment rights.
“Machines are people, my friend”–and Mitt Romney ought to know.