Oh, how I hate the mornings like this. I absolutely never wake up and think, "Oh Geez1 Another day to live my life! Tra-la! Tra-la!"
Please. No. I'd have to be given intravenous molly or something in my sleep to wake up cheerful.
But some days are worse than others.
I took a walk. I suppose that helped. I moped about my chores and ironed for hours, watching Schitt's Creek. I walked the neighbor's dog while they were at an appointment. I took a nap.
During the day I listened on and off to Trump's lawyers drone (and I do mean drone) on and on about procedure and had to laugh when I heard Ken Starr going on and on about how we're in the age of impeachment and how damaging that is for the country.
Oh, Ken! As if you had nothing to do with that, you lying sack of prurient shit.
I lost interest. Either a few Republicans will find the nubs of their balls and demand to hear some witnesses including John Bolton or they won't. Wouldn't it be odd if Mitt Romney led this charge? Perhaps he actually believes in some of the precepts of his church like truth and honesty.
One thing I've learned from listening to far more hours of the Mormon Stories podcasts than is rational is that a lot of members of that church, delusional as they may be, are really nice people.
And wouldn't it be ironic if Bolton, whom we all feared would start World War III ended up being the man who brought down Trump?
In a completely unrelated topic, it would appear that Mick Jagger is in a movie about the art world. Donald Sutherland is also in it. The name of the movie is The Burnt Orange Heresy which is not another name for our Fearless Fuckhead but certainly could be. Anyway, I've watched the trailer and Jagger's role seems particularly suited to him and I can't get his face our of my mind. Some of us have watched this man from being barely out of his teens to his now-age of 76 and it's a face that has changed a lot. It was always an unusual face with those lips, that gentle angularity, those cat eyes.
As he's grown older, the angles have sharpened into knife blades and age has cut deep crevices and crannies like a river over rock and those lips, those lips! have thinned.
Of course his body appears to be untouched by time but I'm sure that even that miracle of human construction does not look, when it is unclothed, as it did when he was in his twenties or thirties or, hell, even fifties.
I do love the fact that both he and Keith Richards appear to have let nature and age take their course with them. I'm sure they dye their hair but beyond that those faces do not seem to have been touched by plastic surgery or fillers. Nor do the faces of Ron Wood or Charlie Watts. They wear the faces they have earned and they know it. And as I always say, the Rolling Stones have never looked like rock stars were "supposed" to look while at the same time, they have defined that look more than anyone else.
But GOD! Mick in this movie is frightening!
With that hair combed back and without the distraction of the "fringe" as our English friends would say, the face is somehow completely different and it's as if it reveals what Mick Jagger might have looked like if he had used his powers for evil instead of...well, whatever he's used them for.
Creepy. I've watched the trailer a few times and it doesn't appear as if he embarrasses himself by his performance.
Hell. I might go see it.
And that's all I have to say tonight.
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