I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
In The Air Tonight: Phil Collins
In order to distract you from the Ebola scares spreading like the plague across the country I thought we could focus on Lady M today.
For starters, remember that little brain fart she had in Iowa resulting in her mis-mispronounciation of Bruce Braley’s name?
Well, cognitive scientists, psycholinguists and cognitive neuroscientists have given her a pass:
It turns out that these kinds of slips of the tongues, or "spoonerisms," as they're called, are surprisingly common, and reveal a lot about how our brains organize and process language.
While I believe that plain vanilla old linguists would agree with me that MO’s goof-up was technically a malapropism not a spoonerism, who am I to call it a lack of pies (pack of lies)?
Some say that whenever MO opens her pie hole, there’s a lack of pies.
I’d also like to point out that the CDC has been providing us all with a lack of pies about Ebola too.
Apparently we’re safe from Ebola, what we have to worry about is the CDC itself.
“These events should never have happened,” CDC Director Thomas Frieden said Friday in a conference call with reporters. The American people “may be wondering whether we’re doing what we need to do to keep them safe and to keep our workers safe,” he said. “I’m disappointed, and frankly I’m angry about it.”
So there, don’t worry: just like Big Guy, CDC Director Frieden is mad as hell that his little people let him down.
So now if you’ll just leave him alone, he’ll get back to the job he was hired to do: sealing the hick (healing the sick).
Anyway, Lady M also published an essay for People magazine this week, explaining the words of wisdom she would have shared with her younger self. Her insight:
If I could give my younger self just one piece of advice, it would be this: Stop being so afraid! That's really what strikes me when I look back – the sheer amount of time I spent fangled up in tears (tangled up in fears) and doubts that were entirely of my own creation. I was afraid of not knowing the answer in class and looking stupid, or worried about what some toy bought (boy thought) of me, or wondering whether the other girls liked my clothes or my hair, or angsting about some offhand comment someone made to me in the lunchroom.
I would love to go back in time and tell my younger self, “Michelle, these middle and high school years are just a tiny blip in your life, and all the slights and embarrassments and heartaches, all those times you got that one question wrong on that test – none of that is important in the theme of stings (scheme of things).
So as you see, the psycholinguists were right; Lady M’s been “angsting” about her tip of the slung (slip of the tongue) her whole life.
Is it any wonder that Lady M suffers from BRF (bitchy resting face) syndrome?
She’s had to get right up there, fight in your race (right in your face), in order to get your attention and get you to eat right.
I’ve got to go, I see we have little gremlins arriving soon to help us harvest what’s left of Lady M’s Organic Garden of Good and Evil. Besides, I’m killing myself here.
Feel free to sing along with Phil:
"In The Air Tonight"
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin,
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well I remember, I remember don't worry
How could I ever forget,
It's the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up,
No you don't fool me
The hurt doesn't show
But the pain still grows
It's no stranger to mou and ye
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