Sometimes the simplest things in life can truly bring the greatest pleasures. I got back to my simple roots this week and, I gotta say, it really helped me get through some shit.
- GoT Finale: Wouuuld we call this simple? No. But finally knowing how our beloved Starks and the rest of the Westeros crew fared brings such closure to the chaos. Didn’t love it, wouldn’t rate it 10/10, but does any finale ever really nail it? Thanks for the memories, GoT. And now our watch has ended.
- Olive Garden: I don’t know if there’s another restaurant that reminds me of home as much as the OG. My grandpa (Pop) was a daily visitor and everyone knows those breadsticks can inspire family feuds like no other. I had my first-ever Tour of Italy and will be visiting again soon.
- Lolli & Pops: Next to the only OG in town is a massive mall, containing this SF treasure. We were actual kids in a candy store as my friend gasped “Pineapple! Gummy sharks!” etc. etc. The massive candy bark and cookie-dough bites are worth the visit alone.
- “Candy” – Mandy Moore: Well, duh. But I also killed some time the other day watching “Center Stage” and was reminded of this perennial pop hit’s place in history. Doesn’t get sweeter than that. Love always, Mandy.
If I’m completely honest, I thought it was Thursday until about 10 minutes ago. There are plenty of reasons my brain isn’t functioning properly but I’ll save you all those and just blame it on the rain.
When all else fails and I just need something to distract myself from failure, I turn to none other than SNL.
So please enjoy this tribute to Celebrity Jeopardy from circa 2014 and laugh along with me long enough to forget it’s Wednesday, too.
I’ve had a nauseated feeling all day and couldn’t figure out why. It’s not food poisoning, the flu, or any other illness. It’s not morning sickness, so don’t even go there. I thought maybe it was from getting too high on my own supply now that we have a couch I can sit on, instead of a camping chair.
And then two friends (and former colleagues) sent me this article [TRIGGER WARNING].
I used to work for this man. He probably has no clue who I am, but I worked for him when his $300 million company had fewer than 200 employees. I danced with him and others at a company event my third week. I posed with him for pictures and hugged him and drank with him and none of this (excuse my French) fucking matters because a teenage girl who trusted him as a family friend was sexually abused and she will forever have to live with that trauma.
I don’t have anything profound to say at the moment, as I’m still processing and can’t even imagine what this young girl has gone through. And will go through. And have to relive and repeat the attack over and over. And defend. And explain. As if she had anything to do with this other than being his prey.
My heart and thoughts and prayers go out to her, which is hardly anything in the wake of her being brave enough to speak out. I can only hope the criminal justice system will do its due diligence and offer some small token of hope for her and the millions of other sexual abuse victims who have the courage to stand up for themselves. #MeToo yet a-fucking-gain.
I intended to cover some other very exciting things this week, but then I noticed a recurring theme and couldn’t stop myself. You guys know I love a good theme, yeah? Let’s see if you can figure it out, but first, lemme light a candle:
- Van Diemens: RIP, you awful bar. I spent so many nights (and days) in NYC at this bar, first because they played my college team’s football games, but then because we got to know the staff so well they just gave us great deals all the time. I recently learned it’s since closed and my poor soul aches thinking of all the times we could have had if it hadn’t closed its doors.
- Paradise Park: Even more recently (as in last night), I learned this Nashville treasure shuttered last summer. You want a bucket of Bud Lights and live music and the best people-watching that side of the Mississippi? Well, good luck finding it anywhere else on the bar-lined Broadway. In all seriousness, though, Paradise Park will forever remain my fave Nashville spot and I’m in full mourning.
- Ghost from GoT: Has a CGI character ever inspired such reaction, such fan-demonium, such chatter? Probably, but this one’s top of mind and so he’s featured here today. The budget for Game of Thrones is utterly wild, so to know our dear Ghost gets any screen time anymore is kind of a major blessing… but it’s still not enough for us fans. All Ghost, all the time? I smell a sequel.
- “The Ghost of You” – My Chemical Romance: Oh yeah, we’re throwing it back and it’s not even Thursday yet. As you’ve likely guessed by now, this week has dug up a lot of ancient memories for me, so it’s only natural I tip my metaphorical hat to the guyliner-wearing screamers I loved. Never one to love a mosh pit, I can still appreciate how this song gives me all the feels all these years later.
Well, well, well. If it isn’t somehow already another Wednesday — the last in April, no less. If you’ve been here at all the last few weeks you know I’ve been drowning in the river of chaos. And while I’m not completely out of the woods yet (are we outta the woods?) I do see light at the end of the tunnel. How many nature metaphors can I use in one post?
- Canva: Yes, part of my job now is to research and test awesome apps. But I’ve been in love with Canva for quite a while and couldn’t believe I hadn’t mentioned it here yet. Beyond easy and fun templates for social media, you can also design your own invitations, presentations, flyers, and business cards. I still prefer to do so on the app, but the website is also pretty stellar.
- Giphy: Another great way to express yourself? With gifs. Yes, I switched to the proper “jif” pronunciation but then I judged myself so hard I switched back. If you use Slack or work in tech you’ve probably already discovered all of the magical /giphy combos to behold. It’s endlessly fun (and distracting), so please Giphy responsibly.
- GoT Final Season: Well it wouldn’t be right if I failed to cover arguably the biggest pop culture moment of the year. With just four episodes left, “Game of Thrones” is giving us all the feels and all the reasons to watch. every. second. I spiraled reading a few fan theories and am decidedly done — my heart can’t take anymore. #DanyForever
- “Jenny of Oldstones” – Florence + The Machine: SPOILERS SUPPOSEDLY.
So I haven’t spiraled into reading these theories, because I just love the song and don’t need to have it ruined. This original tune was in Sunday’s episode and sung by Daniel Portman (AKA Podrick Payne). His voice is beautiful! Then the end credits rolled and I was haunted by Florence + The Machine’s version. Seriously, chills. #NerdAlert
It’s 8:45pm PT and I’m still working away on volunteer stuff. I know, I’m a really good person.
But I’m also really tired. And really excited for the next few days to be over already.
Even as I take a quick break to post this, I can barely keep my eyes open. This is after three coffees this morning, mind you.
So without much fanfare, I apologize for my lackluster posts as of late. And I swear from the bottom of my little Witty heart the wait for decent content will be worth it.
Xoxo and thanks for hanging in there with me!
I need to level-set with y’all — and apologies for the corporate jargon (of “level-set” and certainly not “y’all”).
Can we agree that a move, even if it’s three blocks from your current residence, is all-encompassing? …OK, good.
Every spare minute of my jam-packed days and nights and weekends has been devoted to purging, packing, logistics, and more. I’m not looking for pity by any means, but I hope it explains why I’ve been a little more distracted than usual.
For example, I had to be told it’s National Siblings Day. Thankfully my one and only sibling is not a participant. That’s not for lack of love; he and I share the same philosophy.
Controversial opinion alert: If it has to be said on social media to acknowledge its existence, it’s likely not as strong as you make it sound. That’s not so say we haven’t posted for birthdays and anniversaries and important moments, but we also don’t hold it against each other if we’re not blasting it to the interwebs.
“But Witty, aren’t you posting about it now, and therefore, contradicting yourself?” Good point, reader. I am, in fact, posting about the “holiday.” But I haven’t said one thing about my brother to honor his existence or thank him for leading me or appreciate his bringing two perfect angel-face nieces to my life. See?
In any event, I hope these ramblings have resonated in some sense for you tonight. I’m half blaming it on moving brain and half blaming it on the crazy, impatient, stubborn, incredible big brother I have to look up to every day.