Guess what I did? I did something completely wacky and which goes against my psycho emotional make-up.
Allow me to ‘splain.
I’ve had this computer roughly two years. Over these past couple of years, I had saved nearly 1,400 pictures onto said computer.
Many were pictures that I had personally taken and others were pictures that I had downloaded from the internets to use in my posts.
Still, many others were pictures that I thought I might use at some point. My Pictures folder was frickin’ obese!!Well, late last week in spite of my acute disposition towards saving everything from old, illegible notes, worthless coupons, and copies of successfully resolved court orders to appear for paternity tests…
I, my friends, broke my fear of letting go of crap. I eschewed my character trait of being an uber-pack rat, and cleaned out my Pictures folder.
I started deleting this one and that one…That one and this one…And then, I made the ultimate leap of faith.
I said to myself...
“Hey dickhead, if you haven’t used these by now, you never will. Furthermore dumb ass, the ones you have used can be copied from your previous posts.”
So I, in mid-epiphany, hit “select all” and deleted every damn one of the pictures in my Pictures folder. All 1,400 of them.
It was liberating. It was life changing.
So I, in mid-epiphany, hit “select all” and deleted every damn one of the pictures in my Pictures folder. All 1,400 of them.
It was liberating. It was life changing.
And most importantly, I was impressed with myself for crying uncontrollably for only three minutes upon being smacked in the face by the reality of my actions.
I quickly dried my tears, and did a victory dance throughout the digs. Naked, of course. How refreshing.
For those of you suffering from a similar pack-rat related affliction. I hope you too will soon experience the joy that I did due to that “out of bondage from my fucked up mind” moment.
I quickly dried my tears, and did a victory dance throughout the digs. Naked, of course. How refreshing.
For those of you suffering from a similar pack-rat related affliction. I hope you too will soon experience the joy that I did due to that “out of bondage from my fucked up mind” moment.
Good Luck, but now…
A time to reflect on the incredibly sad passing of Bea Arthur, who died over the weekend.
Bea Arthur was not only a talented actor, he was one helluva guy as well.
His career spanned decades and he was best known for playing the sarcastic, pantsuit wearing, feminist Maude in the 70’s sitcom of the same name.
He won an Emmy for Maude and later an Emmy for his Golden Girl role as well as picking up a Tony for his role on Broadway in Mame.
Most do not know this, but Bea Arthur (whose real name was Beakman Arthur) opted to live as a woman because he could not get acting work in his early years in New York.
So, Beakman decided to bend his gender, shorten his name, and see if that would change his luck. Boy Did It!!
In addition to his Emmys and Tony Award, Bea was responsible in part for two Academy Award winning movies.
A time to reflect on the incredibly sad passing of Bea Arthur, who died over the weekend.
Bea Arthur was not only a talented actor, he was one helluva guy as well.His career spanned decades and he was best known for playing the sarcastic, pantsuit wearing, feminist Maude in the 70’s sitcom of the same name.
He won an Emmy for Maude and later an Emmy for his Golden Girl role as well as picking up a Tony for his role on Broadway in Mame.
Most do not know this, but Bea Arthur (whose real name was Beakman Arthur) opted to live as a woman because he could not get acting work in his early years in New York.
So, Beakman decided to bend his gender, shorten his name, and see if that would change his luck. Boy Did It!!
In addition to his Emmys and Tony Award, Bea was responsible in part for two Academy Award winning movies.
Few know this, but Bea Arthur’s life inspired the Oscar winning films, Tootsie and The Crying Game.
Screw RuPaul, Bea Arthur always has been and always will be, The Queen Bitch.
Here’s to ya, Bea…
Screw RuPaul, Bea Arthur always has been and always will be, The Queen Bitch.
Here’s to ya, Bea…
You will be sorely missed by Hollywood, by Broadway, and by the gang down at the Silky SwordPlay Bar and Grille.
And to you all, on this liberating, yet mournful Monday…
Cheers!!
