Day: April 29, 2018

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — Not the “-gasm” You Expected

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For this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, we are supposed to write about something that often eludes description: pleasure. And the not-so-subtle “hint” in the prompt’s title is “-gasm.”

I decided to veer from the obvious “pleasure-gasm” to go with something almost as pleasurable. Hell, who am I kidding? At my age, even more pleasuresble. I’m going with something called “bedgasm.”

According to the Urban Dictionary, a bedgasm is “a feeling of complete and utter euphoria which peaks when climbing into bed at the end of an 18-hour workday, a long road trip, or hours of extremely strenuous physical activity. Under perfect conditions, the physical release has been likened to that of an intense sexual experience.”

Who among us hasn’t, at some point in our lives, crawled into our nice, cozy, comfy bed at the end of the day and felt that sense of utter euphoria?

You pull your comforter over your tired, exhausted frame. You snuggle your head into your goose down pillow. A warmth envelopes your body, your soul. It’s great, isn’t it? It’s a moment of exquisite peace in an otherwise chaotic world.

Yes, I’m at the point in my life where the highlight of my day is when I go to bed at night. Well, that’s not entirely true. The highlight of my day is when I wake up in the morning and realize that I’m still alive. But crawling into bed at night is a close second.

Presidential Tantrums

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We have as our president a grown man — in fact, at 71, an elderly man — who behaves no differently than a spoiled five year old child. He wants what he wants when he wants it, and if he doesn’t get it, he throws a temper tantrum.

But because he is the President of the United States of America, his temper tantrums are very public. He is so prone to throwing tantrums that it’s an unusual day that passes without a presidential tantrum.

He throws tantrums on Twitter. He throws tantrums on “Fox & Friends.” He throws tantrums at his rallies and almost every time he opens his mouth.

The targets of his tantrums include the free press, cable news networks (except for Fox News), Democrats, Hollywood, Amazon and Jeff Bezos, late night comedians, Robert Mueller, Rob Rosenstein, Jim Comey, the Russia investigation, Kim Jong-Un (not so much lately, though), the FBI, the Justice Department, his handpicked Attorney General, Jeff Sessions, and almost anyone who says anything critical about him.

So here we are, America. We have elected as our president the tantrum-in-chief who is almost singlehandedly, thanks to the virtually silent Republican majority in Congress, doing what Vladimir Putin has only dreamed about. Trump is destroying the American democracy from within and undermining America’s influence around the world.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “tantrum.”

Song Lyric Sunday — Calling All Angels

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Helen Vahdati chose the word “angel” for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt. There are tons of songs about angels, but I decided to go with the song by the rock group Train titled “Calling All Angels.” The 2003 song was included on the band’s third studio album, My Private Nation.

“Calling All Angels” reached number 19 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and spent three weeks atop the Billboard Hot Adult Contemporary chart. It was nominated for two Grammy Awards at the ceremony held in February 2004: Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group, and Best Rock Song.

Written by group members Charles Colin, James Stafford, Pat Monahan, and Scott Michael Underwood, the song tells the tale of someone who seems to be lost in a confusing world, and he’s “calling all angels” asking for help with the problems of today. It is also the unofficial anthem of the Los Angeles Angels baseball team, and is played at Angel Stadium before every game.

Here are the song’s lyrics.

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
‘Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
‘Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I’m calling all angels
I’m calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
And private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don’t talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens
And losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it’s ours

I’m calling all angels
I’m calling all you angels