Current mood: Cloudy with a Chance of Bullshit
In no particular order (based on the title), it's probably not been the most gleeful of weeks. Without going into the gory particulars, my Beloved's job is in question, through no fault of his own, and through every fault of grown men and women who should not be in charge of tens of thousands of people, let alone hundreds of millions, nay, billions of dollars.
However much it gives ME a bellyache, I am fully aware and thankful for where we are and all that we have accomplished, which means that I know everything will work out regardless of what the corporate fuckwits do or do not do.
Meanwhile, distraction came by way of Billie Eilish's song for that Barbie movie. All the childhood memories came rushing back when I watched the video, not to mention, they made Barbie-sized replicas of some of the major articles of clothing from Billie's own career, and I knew 90% of them, right down to the crown! The song, though ... It has to be one of the saddest things I've heard in a long, long time.
I have no comments on the Barbie movie itself because I have zero intentions of watching it.
Meanwhile, back at Place de Waltenburg, something I've been wanting to try forever was this slow-cooker birria that I found last year on the Views on the Road channel. FINALLY, I did it, and LORDY, it was well worth the wait. The only fail was that the corn tortillas turned to mush, broke apart, and generally flopped. However, the flavor, the consomme, and the beef itself was divine. We ate it in several different formats over the course of three days, and there is still enough for another three-day go-round now patiently waiting in the freezer. I cannot recommend this any more highly. Just do it.
As I am prone to trying new things on YouTube, this person came across my home page.
Mind you, I have never ever in my entire being heard of her, mainly because I just don't pay attention to people, and I live under a rock or five. I don't know how the algorithm came to the conclusion that I needed to know of her, but for once, it was right. Her videos are pretty much a summary of the incessant chatter that takes place in my brain every single day. If my brain were its own person, it would be she.
Of course, I watched this because Met Gala, because fashion, because NYC ...
But then I kept going. Mainly because I don't have to WATCH it. I can just listen. I have nothing in common with this person, but I am fascinated just the same.
Not a lot more to report. Everything has that "up in the air" kind of feeling right now. Won't know much til sometime tomorrow (Sunday), so until then, it's just another Saturday, and we'll see what we can get accomplished. Maybe a lot. Maybe a little. Maybe nothing. C'est la vie.
Then, because I can't say the word "Duh" without it reminding my beloved of this song, here it is, so it can get stuck in his head again ...
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