Sometimes I like to amuse myself by tallying which items of my outfit came from a "men's" department and which from a "women's" (per US retail designations). Today's tally:
The selfie du jour, while waiting for curbside delivery of a proper webcam after reluctantly limping along on my phone camera all these years into the online meeting era. Yes, I'm that kind of weird contradictory luddite tightwad who goes "I have a camera already, why do I need another gizmo?" 🤣 Sporting my version of the US Pacific Northwest fall layered look.
Wearing one of my favorite hats - swag from a local Halloween season event (a soapbox derby style race in wacky coffins, costumes encouraged!). The logo is an homage to Rat Fink monster hotrod art and I love it to pieces 💗
Me after breaking my little medical fast with a nice strong latte. Yep, just not a natural morning person, never was, never will be. (But that sunrise drive through deserted streets was pretty sweet...)
Alas, my CrankyBod, the impending hot weather, the uptick in local COVID cases, and the mobility access challenges all convinced me not to stress myself out trying to attend my city's Pride fest today, so I'm showing my pride at home (as I always do anyway).
Still more existential blues on my Mental Soundtrack today, once again courtesy of Steely Dan, from their wonderful comeback album Two Against Nature (which IMO totally deserved its GRAMMY wins).
Steely Dan is a great band to be a fan of when your brain needs some appropriate Mental Soundtrack for feelings of existential fear-and-loathing. (Which it has needed every day for some time now.)
Mental Soundtrack: This song happened to come to mind earlier this evening ... and then I imagined doing it up as drag king karaoke, in Randy's original pitch, and now my brain can't stop giggling. 😎
On my Mental Soundtrack tonight: this showed up in my feed a week ago, and I have to pass that good deed along, as I have been slain by the Black Trans Girl Magic of Honey Dijon. 💖 :heart_transgender:
An admittedly moody stop on my Pride Month musical memory trip tonight, back to former New York Dolls frontman David Johansen's 1978 solo album. As a queer who struggled to fit into any of the labels, these lyrics still speak to me:
"I can't get the kind of love that I want
So let's just dance, and I'll forget..."
You know you're a geezer gamer when a few days away from playing means your hands are near-useless from arthritis stiffness and your back gets mad at you after only an hour of playing. I barely got my daily Endeavors done before I had to bag it tonight. 🤣