I put together a playlist on my itouch of all past hits being covered by somebody else. There are about 30 tunes on it and I think I enjoy that about as much as any playlist I have. If you’ve not heard Ray Charles sing “Over The Rainbow” or Linda Ronstadt sing “Desperado” ….
But now that I sit here and think about it, you’ve probably never heard of those songs or those artists. LOL Ahhh…..nevermind.
I have, I have! I love all types of music. From Andrea Bocelli to Josh Groban to Johnny Cash. Love them all. The only kind I really can’t get into is scream/growl music. The really hard heavy metal stuff my son likes. I just don’t get that. For me, music = beauty. I suppose it’s like anything else. Beauty is in the eye (or ear) of the beholder.
To give you an idea of my range of music here is my Pandora List:
I’d rather it was Verizon, I think. But still - civilization has arrived in my little town!
However, I just replaced my phone, remember? So now do I have to get used to another new phone? Can I keep my sim card? So many nail-biting questions!
And I won’t have any answers for a few weeks because there’s no way I’m wasting my time fighting all the chaos to find out. I’ll wait until the excitement dies down and they have time to work out the kinks and then see what happens.
I know this means I can have a <gasp!> iPhone! But do I really want one? I’ve heard pros and cons. (I don’t want to spend $ on one right now anyway, and like Mr. Himself says, I don’t really need one as I work from home most of the time now.)
Besides, I think AT&T will loose its exclusivity to the iPhone soon and everyone will be able to have one.
Being behind the times in rural Indiana ain’t so bad. At least we have indoor plumbing.
Gee whiz. I just posted that I couldn’t understand people. Now I’m certain. What happened to being kind? Tolerance? I guess it only applies to people who aren’t fat. This makes me downright mad. There are many reasons people can’t walk, or have a low IQ or are fat. You can’t just put them all in one bucket and judge them.
BE NICE! BE KIND! (Didn’t I just write that in a previous post?)
Basically he says that some obese are genetically sick, and it’s not their fault (and can I add that this alone is the proof that he doesn’t know what he’s talking shit : how come everything genetic is a disease ? my blue eyes are a disease ? They’re genetic, and they’re rarer than black ones. They shall be a bad gene.).
Other obeses are so because of their bad alimentary behavior : they are responsible toward society. Guilty. Let me translate a bit : “They are responsible of not making themselves violence to regulate the problems they cause to the collectivity.” So actually, obeses are terrorists : they’re a threat to society. They are putting it in danger by taking too much size in public transportation. They are guilty of not making themselves violence — violence !!!! what does he want !! that I cut myself a bit of flesh ! — to rule out their handicap.
I’m quoting again : “They are responsible for their handicap”. Interesting : why doesn’t he make a little video for paraplegics, to tell them that, given the fact that, for many of them, their handicap is caused by their own misbehavior in a car, they will be refused in planes ?
I already didn’t like that man, but now, I know why. He’s stupid.
Someone called me the other day and said, “I’ve lost a bunch of weight and I wondered if you wanted my clothes.”
Boy did that make my day.
Then, someone else called and told me everything they thought I should know about eating healthy.
Why do people feel entitled to talk to fat people this way? Do I call them and say, “You know, your sense of style is frumpy, this is how you should dress?”
I never offer unsolicited advice.
But for some reason, people think that fat people should get some.
Note to society: I am fat, not stupid. I am fat, not unfeeling. Unless I ask you for advice, my fat is none of your business.
It never ceases to amaze me how cruel people can be. And it still amazes me how people put themselves above other people. Where does that come from? (I know where it comes from, but you know, still, no one is perfect. Grow up. Be kind. Be nice.)