Eric Clapton, Deity's page

Syrus Terrigan wrote:

I'll have a couple extras in your stead, gran. Rope-a-dope 'em, chief.

Offering to drink when I'm complaining about drunken a$%+!~@s probably isn't the best.

*Mumbles something about life, and cocaine*

lisamarlene wrote:

What's Wrong with my Brain, Chapter 897:

This morning in the car I switched on NPR, and the story was about the Eurovision competition, which is the first big spectator event to happen in Europe since the start of Covid.

And because I turned it on halfway through the story, I missed the first part and what I heard was how one of the Icelandic band recently tested positive and it was such a shame because they were the odds-on favorite to win.

And because of what just happened with the Kentucky Derby, my brain went straight to doping. And I thought, what kind of performance-enhancing drug could get a rock band disqualified? Especially considering the fact that the contest is happening in Rotterdam. Isn't Holland the country where no one cares what you take as long as you bring enough to share with the rest of the class?

And it took me a good couple minutes to realize that what the band tested positive for was actually Covid.

...aaaaand to be filed under "WTF, brain? Quit messing with reality!", this happened.

Looks nervously at awards shelf.

*Mumbles something about those being the good ole days and how everyone was doing it*

Freehold DM wrote:

Scintillae wrote:

I'll admit that I've been struggling a lot with mine of late as well, and it's been really hard to pinpoint one set reason why.

see above. No wait, not that one, the one above that one.

I'm as all right as I can be. It helps that I don't live near my family or in the (very religious) town I teach because it would get a lot more...noticeable that I've been having issues.

It's a combination of a lot of factors. Politics from the pulpit for one, a doubling-down on traditional gender roles for another (I will not be a stay-at-home mother in either sense of the term, tyvm), trying to navigate an interfaith relationship between two families that have no intention of giving in on the subject of conversion, and the continual unearthing of abuse cover-ups over the past year...

What do you do when something that brought you comfort your entire life fails to live up to the expectations it instilled in you? How do you recover a shattered trust?

With cocaine... I mean music! Yes, go with music.

Layla?

*mumbles something about Jack Bruce*

*mumbles incoherently about love, getting along, and cocaine.*

Makes his guitar gently weep.

NobodysHome wrote:

captain yesterday wrote:

Every movie from That time period had painful juvenile moments, it's how you know what era it's from.

That, and the hair.

And at least one full frontal nudity scene...

And the fact that most of the people involved in the movie were coked up to their eyeballs (at least anecdotally).

It was a wonderful era.

Layla!
You knocked me on my knees
Layla!
You brought me lots of cocaine
Layla!

Mutters indecipherable forlorn complaints about Disco killing Rock n Roll.

I will just nose my way in.

*Mumbles forlornly and incoherently about hearing someone mention cocaine*

Habba wubba fuuuu da na na na

*mumbles quietly and poignantly to himself about cocaine*

Psh, poseur.

You want a row then, you limey bloke!