Today on planet number 3, there are a lot of things going on. Well, I don't know if that's entirely true because I am not really paying attention. I did, however, notice that the Iron Lady passed away. If you're wondering who that is, or was, that person is/was Margaret Thatcher.
~ RIP ~
Mostly I am reading a lot of articles that have to do with all the music that she inspired for her rather, oh, shall we say, "destructive and decisive policies she reigned over." - NY Times. The only one that I can remember with any certainty is Morrissey's "Margaret On the Guillotine:"
Because we all know that's all I really ever listen to
Anyway, as I was reading tweets entitled Margaret v Pop Culture and What Thatcher Did For Pop Music, I can't help like I really have no clue as to what's happening in the world. Maybe in my next life I'll more in the know. I am just really disinterested in a lot of what is happening unless it's right in front of my face. That's why I am really into food. Well, that's embarrassing.
Let us to talk about embarrassing moments. Not that the Iron Lady is embarrassing or anything. Her passing just so happened to coincide with what I was going to ask you today. They are two separate things that I have mixed together in this giant pot, like bananas and calamari. That would be gross.
TBH, I can't remember the last time I actually embarrassed myself. It's not that I haven't, I just don't remember, which is weird I guess. It's just been a while. I guess that's good. Most of my embarrassing stuff comes in the form of bad jokes that no one laughs at, nothing too crazy. I think maybe I tripped when I was walking once and maybe someone saw but I wasn't paying attention and I just laughed while I walked away.