Congratulations go out to Stevie Nicks and Janet Jackson; both inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Stevie Nicks is now the first woman to be inducted twice. Legendary, yo. Watching her perform live was a bucket list moment for me. I immediately put it back on the list, too. (Please, sir. I want some more.) Fran recently put me on to Solange Knowles during The Friend Zone podcast, and I’m
hooked whooked. 😆
I watched all the existing episodes of One Strange Rock on Netflix, recently. It’s Will Smith hosting a show where eight astronauts talk about their experiences in space. In doing so, they teach a lot about the earth and our universe. It’s fabulous. I watch documentaries often, but I learned some life-changing information that never once crossed my mind while watching and pondering.
I’m not ready to talk about it yet. I need more time to process and translate into words. I think everyone should see it. It broadened my perspective in a manner that accepts the universe in all her glory. It reminds me of Game of Thrones when Maester Aemon says, “Kill the boy and let the man be born.” I feel a bit long in the tooth compared to Jon Snow, but it’s all relative, eh? 🤣
I’ve almost finished with my second viewing of HBO’s Westworld (seasons 1-2.) I’m so impressed by it. The attention to detail is astonishing. The performances are excellent cast-wide. The delivery of historically-accurate, and thus, often campy dialogue in a completely believable manner by so many actors is fabulous. The costumes! The production; as meticulously crafted as the world it portrays. I’m so proud of the people who work on it. It’s a shiny gem. And that doesn’t even include the soundtrack, which is a significant part of the storytelling process. Chills!
I had a scary low cognitive abilities day, recently. I think I triggered it accidentally by blundering into a Chasm of Fascination. I only meant to peek in, but I fell head first. (I’m safely distant from the edge now. Whew.) Dimensional space speculation is dangerous ground for me. I got deep in thought, and after several hours, I felt a bit stuck. Then I panicked and tried to shift to practicing guitar. Sadly, I merely held my guitar for a few hours while I thought more about dimensional space.
To function while in this state, I have to talk myself through everything. To get a drink of water, I have to chant aloud, drink water, or I’ll lose a few more hours halfway through the process of fetching it. It’s like being stuck between two worlds while trying to pay attention to both at the same time. It takes all available resources to perform the simplest tasks. These are the times when Amelia Bedelia is more service animal than companion pet. She’ll persistently demand my presence until I claw my way back, (and she knows when I’m faking it with autopilot.) I give her a treat each time.
I’m back to typical, today, but I’m still a bit disoriented time-wise. It seems like this should be Friday, not Sunday. (I believe the consensus regarding treatment for time disorientation is to tell someone about it. 👍🏽) Shrill on Hulu is a super fun binge. I can’t wait till they add more. I’m off to read. 💜✌🏽