Gleefully Yours

Hizzly hey there, internet!

Been a few weeks since I've brought you any of my home-grown southern wisdom. Just like your mama used to make.

There's been all sorts of shizzle going down in this hood, yo. Work and all that hoodat. And a whole lot of Mad Men. Don't worry - still plenty of Don Draperliciousness going on up in here.

But also… Glee.

So the critics rave about this and that, but really, it's just another high school drama. Right? RIGHT?!?!

Right!

But now… with musical theatre!

So if those kids are supposedly bottom of the food chain, what does that make me, an ex-wanna-be-glee-clubber?

Don't answer that.

So now, I kind of want to get back into singing. And dancing. I did that once.

I think.

Time to practice my jazz hands.

*This entry was brought to you by Limoncello. Way too much of it. Damn, that shizzle is good!

** Do the weird line breaks make this entry a poem?

*** I think

so!

Mad Men!

Big stuff's been going down here. Big, heavy, life-affirming cheesy stuff. It's all pretty exciting. To me. But I'm sure it's pretty boring to read about.

So instead, let's talk about Mad Men. Yeah, I know - I'm 3 years behind the rest of the civilized world. But OMG that show. Like, OMG. Seriously.

I'm generally not a fan of dramas, because I like my entertainment light and fluffy like a marshmallow. But I'm hooked. The subtlety, the nuance, the outfits, the unapologetic sexism and racism. The social customs seem particularly antiquated exactly because it wasn't all that long ago. All of it would be lumped into "recent history."

And yet, how the world has changed.

Makes me wonder what accepted elements of today's society will seem completely foreign and bizarre in 50 years. What will shock our grandchildren as they watch perfectly made up and ridiculously hot versions of ourselves on TV?

"OMG Jesstastica - can you believe the crazy names they had back then? And they - gasp! - they birthed their own babies?! Disgusting! And women working? How did they have the time between all the birthings?! LOL!"

That's my theory, anyway. Note that the ancient phrases OMG and LOL will, of course, stand the test of time.

LOL.

Exhibitionism

Well looky here. Life continues to tickle, quietly, while I look the other way. This page is slowly but surely becoming one of those abandoned parking lots, weeds growing through the cracks in the cement, surrounded by rusty graffitied warehouses all around.

Surprisingly enough, this blog isn't going idle because of my usual laziness, although there is plenty of that to go around.

My new dilemma is the conflict between the public and the personal.

See, I used to be one of those twitchy secretive types. I would never brag about accomplishments, maintaining a dignified silence and assuming that the right people would find out about my deep internal coolness. I hide my feelings from all but the closest to me, afraid of the ridicule of the masses if they knew the extent of my ambitions.

It's all very middle school, really. It's as if everyone is constantly looking at me, thinking of me, waiting for the tiniest chink in my armor to undo me completely.

Here's two crazy things I learned recently:

1. Nobody is paying attention to me. Everyone is thinking of themselves.

2. Attention feels good. I freaking LOVE attention. Attention is better than candy, and sometimes even better than money.


This little blog here was formed in my more secretive phase, when I was shyly emerging from my shell like a slimy butterfly. And it's completely anonymous. I don't use my usual online id, and there's really no way to trace it back to secretive little me.

In the meantime, the real me has become a bit of a publicity whore. I'm organizing a meetup, for Pete's sake.

So talking softly into the void of LifeTickles is becoming unsatisfying. Whither the adoration of the masses? The flame wars? The stalkers? I need more attention!

To quench my thirst for attention, I'm considering de-anonymizing LifeTickles. Publicizing my innermost thoughts to internet strangers is less problematic than publicizing them to family and employers. I'll have to plan the outing very carefully. Maybe once the employers are out of the picture....