Time to chill

                                                   

  It's time to chill and get my tits together, y'all    

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Now I love an indoor Inauguration as much as the next person, but I'd feel a lot better about this one if this bitch >>>

lovelovelove kizzeskizzeskizzes

  ...were the ho about to get the Golden Presidential sceptre/Bamix.  

 Because Lady Bunny is NOT going to be the next President, I am expecting the next four years to be retrograde fucking progress for 3/4 of the citizens of the world, because it's still a sad but true-ism:  whither goeth the USA shalt the rest of the hithers go.  

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OK FINE FINE FINE.

OK.

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Were you thinking of car detailing as a nice side hustle?

Consider the downside before you invest!

"Just a sec," sang Dee "Judy's checking out my rack!"

"Here's a wet-wipe," said Desiree. "Now try to act surprised when they get here." 

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      Last summer (what evocative words!) I purchased a number of very carefully selected books that I was going to read over this Winter. Have I read them?  I've read one.

Halfway.

You wanna see a picture of the rest?

  All those books stacked up on the floor ^^^. And no, I didn't stand around and wait for the TV to float me a provocative bit of subtitling - it just did it itself.    

So yeah. 

You know what I have read?  A lot of vintage Sci-Fi, is what. Lummox-heavy, female-denigrating, actually-bullet-shaped-rockets with little fireworks-fins on them spaceship-flying Science Fiction, 

- oh and let's not forget! SCIENTIFICALLY FUCKING WRONG science fiction. With bad illustrations.

Ate that shit up.

ATE IT UP.

Oh and hand me that complete Riverworld collection.

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Another thing I did was get way into a genre of music known as Yacht Rock.  

"Holy God Olaf we are rockin' in the free world on this yacht."

"Yes Ivy, this is the Good Life indeed, with a capital 'Cocaine'.  It's why I shaved my legs."

Yacht Rock is 1970's - early 1980's happy, poppy rock that did not require you to sit in a dark room with a bunch of candles going, but did require that you have a shit-ton of posters and they were of peace signs, mushrooms and wizards. 

Hello I'm k d lang.  

Top yacht Rock groups are Hall and Oates, CSNY, Toto, and Ambrosia.

The song "Baby Come Back" by Player is a Yacht Rock anthem.

The song "How Deep Is Your Love" by the BeeGees is quintessentially Yachty in tone.

Anything by Atlanta Rhythm Section is Yacht Rock.

 

Why the yacht?  Because. 

Picture it.  It's 1978. It is a beautiful day. You don't have any communicable diseases, and you're hanging out on your yacht. It is quite possible that you've had a couple of cocktails and the hint of a spliff; and you need some tunes, and "Oh hey dude leave this on, I love this song by Firefall/Toto/ Little River Band...."

Ahhhhh.  

Listen to the whales. 

Scrape some barnacles off your hull.

Yacht Rock.

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                In direct competition with Jon, I present my own Camp As Tits video selection:  

                                   Yachty as fuck 

                                             FATHER FIGURE 

                                                          by George Michaels

                                               

Yeah!  I can feel that tide rising, kids. The gulls are calling and the buoys are rockin'! Other nautical puns! Now if you will excuse me I am going to hang out on this yacht and pretend that Trump isn't president again! DAMMIT OLAF BRING ME A NEGRONI