And how could that be? I’m home alone, and none of the windows are open. How could a strong smell just suddenly waft through here, then disappear? I seriously have no explanation.
Do you think I’m having a stroke?
And I’m proud to announce that I spelled cinnamon correctly on the first attempt. I have trouble with that word; I always want to have one N and two Ms. I also struggle with occasionally, in case you were wondering.
What words cause you trouble, over and over? I’ve tried to come up with little tricks to remind me how to spell cinnamon and occasionally the right way, but when it comes time to type one, I only remember that I devised a trick and nothing else. Maybe I should invent tricks to remind me of all my tricks?
I simply don’t know.
While driving home from work last night I switched on the George Noory Show, as usual, and hoped for the best. Sometimes that show is really interesting and mind-blowing, and other times they have crushingly dull guests who pontificate at length about how accomplished and amazing they are.
But last night I turned on the radio at the beginning of a long series of public service announcements. It went on and on, and I started to wonder if a piece of equipment at the station had malfunctioned, and was just repeatedly firing.
I heard PSAs about all the major diseases, including glaucoma in black males. In addition, there were a few strange ones. Possibly full-body cancer, the thick piss, and empty sac syndrome (ESS)? Some seemed out of date, maybe Think Metric! or something about ration points? I was barely listening.
But it continued for an incredible length of time, and at some point I looked at the radio, frowned, and hollered “What the fuck, man??”
I know radio stations are required to run a certain amount of those things, and they put them on in the middle of the night when only the mental patients are listening. But last night they must’ve had a backlog that needed to be resolved.
And since we’re on the subject, there’s a PSA that always bothers me. It features some woman SCREAMING at a kid, and saying stuff like, “I wish you’d never been born!” I turn it off every time. I hate that thing, and wish someone would scissor-kick that evil bitch in the neck.
When I was a kid there was a PSA on TV, possibly about breast cancer. It had a woman singing a song with the lyrics, “I want to write a novel that will bring the world to tears…” and that sort of thing.
It showed a woman lounging in soft-focus on top of a hammock, with the song about dreams playing over it. Then, a harsh male voice: “Janie died.”
Do you remember that? I’d love to see it again. I’ve done Google and YouTube searches for years, with no luck.
And I know this is a long-shot, but have there been any public service announcements that really got to you in some way? Maybe it irritated you, or touched you, or was just memorable for unknown reasons? Tell us about it, won’t you?
And I need to go back to work now. Last night sucked a thousand eggs, and the possibility of a replay makes me very sad indeed.
I’ll leave you now with a really funny post at Aaron Starmer’s blog. I hope you’re reading his stuff, because it’s excellent.
And I’ll see you guys tomorrow.