Oh the busy, busy, busy. So many cyberchores and it doesn't help that one of Microsoft's fits saved the version of a document before I'd spent six hours adding the other three-fourths of the document to that first bit. Growlgrowlgrowl...and a bill must be paid, and I've no idea with what to pay it, and I'm not sure that this laptop can be converted to Linux, and I'm not sure how to fit another laptop that is running Linux into the budget, and so on and so forth.
Quiet people usually spare you this kind of information overload. When you ask people how they're doing, and instead of chattering with you for half an hour they say quietly "Not too well" or "You don't want to know" and go back to work, they are being kind. Agreed? If you started to disagree, you were probably brought up by extroverts and you need to reprogram yourself. The mere sight of you did not make those other situations disappear. If you believed it did, you're an idiot and people are taking advantage of you. And you really don't want to know all the reasons why people don't drop everything else and grin and gush merely because you stumbled into a room. And if you needed to feel that the mere sight of you was distracting people from the entire rest of their lives, you should talk to a therapist about why you have such a sick, excessive emotional need.
However, in my peculiar case, 99.999% of things that perturb me involve money, of which no Internet writer has very much. So you can give me something to smile about by simply crossing my hand with a few Benjamins, if being smiled at is all that important to you.
Music
Steep Canyon Rangers.
The Beatles.
Patsy Cline and Jim Reeves. This link came from an article about fake recordings not requiring "artificial intelligence." Both Cline and Reeves sang this song before both died in separate plane crashes. Their fan bases overlapped considerably. They never performed together while living, though they'd considered it. Since their fans had been eager to see these two share the stage, would they buy a posthumous recording, remixed in the studio from old tapes, in which they seemed to sing duets? The fans would not. The fans did not like the idea. I remember the contemptuous tone in which my parents reminisced about this recording. It was seen as exploitation.
Diamond Rio.
Casting Crowns.
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