Real Talk at a Sonic

Anna and I were discussing the Big Blue Mess – its roots and how it’s changed (grown? devolved?) over the decades. It was one of those Sonic fueled heart-to-hearts – the kind you have with a friend. At least I feel the chat was at a Sonic, because that feels right; it’s something we do – heart-to-hearts amid the stalls – pretzel twist in her hand while I judge the vanilla ratio in my Dr. Pepper while stabbing my straw through the crunchy ice. The location adds nothing to the story, I’m just throwing it in there for funsies – to give a sense of the fast-food ambiance that provided the soundtrack to our discussion.

As many of you likely know, Anna helped create this blog almost 20 years ago. She found it a home, then helped move it to another and get it settled. She hosted parts of it for a long time, and she’s the one who actually owns the domain. So, when it comes to all blog things, she’s also one of the few people I’ll listen to. Sorry, y’all – if you want to send a critique, it needs to pass through her first. Anna, you know what to do!

One of the things she offered up at the Sonic was she, liked when I’d just tell my stories without the goal of entertaining a group of people. (I’m paraphrasing, so she may come back and say, “June, what was in your drink? That’s not what I said or meant!” And to that I say, “Hmph! You lose control of your intent/meaning once something is spoken – then it’s all up to interpretation, missy! And that’s how I interpreted it! HUZZAH!!!” The “huzzah” really sticks the landing there.”

Roadblocks

Anyway, I’ve been ruminating (fancy thinkin’) on that a bit – on how to get back to those stories. My biggest hurdle being that I can’t share my best/funniest stories here. Now take me out of the blogiverse, ply me with margaritas at some outdoor place where the chips and creamy jalapeño flow freely, and I’ll leave you in stitches with my stories because 1) I’m pretty animated, 2) I do impersonations, 3) my self-righteous indignation at the slightest affronts are delightful, and 4) I’m fucking amusing! ( 5) Also, I’m incredibly modest!) Whereas here, my hands are a bit tied. For example: a little over a year ago someone from HR invited me to write a piece for our office’s magazine. The person who reached out started with, “I heard you could write” which piqued my interest, so I asked. “Oh?? from whom??” They shared that someone else from HR read my blog. Ugh – words you never want to hear. Thankfully, I have a “do not discuss work or politics” rule on this blog. Sadly, my funniest stories are about work situations and the characters I get to work with – they’re amazing folks – sometimes unintentionally hilarious and sometimes worthy of deep sighs and laying my head on my desk. It’s kinda like the place you work – you know, the one with the people.

As for stories about the people in my “outside of work” life – well, they’re equally good, but too many of my friends/family read my blog, and they’ve called me out in the past. Apparently, you can’t go around saying things like, “I’m not a toy dispenser for your ingrate” without some repercussions. Weird. Also, just an aside – teach your kids how to say thank you for gifts. And while we’re on that topic, you should also figure out how to say “thank you” as an adult. *cough* in-laws *cough*

Funny story: my Jr. High bully once called me out for bullying him on my blog. Whoops. Karma much?

Anyway… let’s do margaritas, because girrrrrl, I have some stories!

Well, poo – I just wrote a lot about not writing and what I want to write about is orchestra, BUT if I write about orchestra now, this post will be way too long, and you’ll mutiny. I’m not sure where you’ll mutiny, or what you’ll mutiny against, but I can’t be responsible for a mutiny. Well, I suppose I could be. I mean I have the ability. I mean, I don’t want you all walking away thinking I’m doubting myself, but I don’t want to be the cause of your mutiny (unless you do it in a way where I get a solid story, and then maybe I’m a little in – let’s chat).

Hrmph, so no orchestra story today surely means I can leave you with a couple of paragraphs on something else. Something completely random. Something that’s a non-sequitur (fancy high-dollar words for doesn’t logically follow). FYI, I’m fancy today!

Non-Sequitur: Or Damn, I Love Daredevil

And no, NOT the Ben Affleck version. Please. I almost threw something at a person who asked me that. Ben Affleck? C’mon.

Charlie Cox – 100%.

Hrmm… now that I’m thinking on it, I probably can’t sum up my love that quickly. Look, brevity is not a word typically associated with me.

This may need to be its own post, too.

Two strikes. I’m killing it.

I guess I owe you two posts now – both will equally reflect me, who I am, blahblahblah, and may I be so bold as to suggest that both will equally bore you. Eh. You can’t win them all. Might I suggest a mutiny? It’s Saturday. You’re free, right?

Ok, I’ll let you get to that; however, Anna has to stay.

So uh, Ahnner! Looks like I need to write two stories. I guess writing another post about not writing isn’t cutting it these days. I really thought I’d stumbled onto a formula that was really working out. So, I ummm need ideas on how get those stories back to my roots. Our topics are: 1) Orchestra, and 2) Daredevil – the best Marvel anti-hero outside of any of the X-Men.

Stat.

XOXO

Also, thank you for the ice cream!

Pre-thanks for the advice!

(PS The AI generated image cracks me up, so it’s staying!)