I’ll tell ya, friends: Few things in life are as profound as a strong sense of place. Nothing compares to possessing intimate knowledge of a specific spot on this Earth, a piece of the world that is yours, which belongs to you and, deeper still, to which you belong.
Who I am was formed here, in the land of the saguaro.
Here is my territory.
Here is my country.
Here is my patria.
I’m hearing deep booms & automatic weapons fire not far off, and not from the usual direction. Has the invasion finally arrived? Or is it just another Friday night on the desert? In case it’s the former, I want to go out on a pretty picture, so here ya go, bye it’s been fun
@WilliamE1863@greendragonhq He’d need to read only two, maybe three paragraphs about why the Electoral College was established to destroy the same idiotic arguments against it advanced again and again and again by every moron whose very existence is a drag on this country. But he won’t. Of course he won’t.
@MaeOfFable@elbh I was caring for my ma with Alz at the time and it was uncanny, seeing the same deterioration I’d observed in her when seeing the President of the United States.
I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel. It was weird to see good ol’ neighbor Jerry red-faced and screaming. But it was interesting how, after the cast introductions, the production just does what it does and they talk to each other as if there’s no audience hearing and seeing everything.
@stuffed@cmpopper I also saw a taping of Happy Days. The only thing I remember is the director (Jerry, the neighbor from Dick van Dyke) chewing out Joanie in front of the audience for having gotten her hair trimmed without clearing it with continuity or whoever tracks that stuff. V. uncomfortable.