“The Owls Washed the Kitchen Floor”

Another episode sans Joe and Jamie, another episode of stuff to note! Or not, “to note,” which in my mind implies giving notes (“Sean, how about less hemming and hawing? Also, could the chicken story be only an hour insted of two? Fucking endless... and it’s not exactly the Zack Snyder Justice League cut!” “You mean the Justice League Zack Snyder cut?” “Fuck you!” “How about we give notes without attacking?”) . More like, “there is further explication that could be done on some of the things discussed, so how about a few kind explanatory notes...”

Some things were said that maybe, just maybe, I regret saying? Out loud? Not to Amber, I really feel like at this point I can say anything to Amber (not that I would or that she would want me to!), but to a microphone attached to a recording device that will then be broadcast into the universe for tens of devoted listeners to hear. Like, “I’m a writer.” Yikes. But hey, to quote the immortal Pat Conroy (who for some reason I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and was looking for what he said about a place I’ve never really been except briefly a little when I was on the road once but want to go for a real visit  because of what he wrote about it, so I searched for quotes of his and coincidentally found this),  

“Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn’t know he was Ernest Hemingway when he was a young man. Faulkner didn’t know he was WIlliam Falkner. But they had to take the first step. They had to call themselves writers. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. It takes courage. But it’s necessary.”

Bon courage, it’s a revolution!

Anyway, some stuff:

This is not the thing I read about people watching the same TV shows over and over, but it IS in the Atlantic, so...

Let’s not forget, although I didn’t mentin it on this episode (which is remarkable, because I seem to mention it at every opportunity, and voila! Cas in point!), that I got in a fight at a Billy Joel concert. That happened in the mid 80’s, so it was long before Amber was artistically inspired by this.

Yeah, they’re coming for Dr. Fauci. Here’s a thing I referenced, an IG story from Trump Jr.. It’s pretty twisted. Just wait til he runs for President!

And here’s a whole article on the Trump/right attempt to fuck Fauci (I know, from a leftist communist socialist BLM critical race theory source, can’t wait til this Trump hating motherfucker goes to space I hope he doens’t come back).

We’ve talked about thought experiments a couple of times, and how hard I find it to understand why people fall so hard for the nonsense. Here’s an interesting article from a while back explaining some of the reasons pretty well.

Amber didn’t really run into Barbra Streisand on the street, she was just yes-anding me when I asked her a dumb question (and Jamie, notice that she didn’t even SAY “Yes, and...” I asked her who she ran into, and she immediately said “Barbra Streisand!”). But here is the venerable New Yorker (they have a lot of people who have said they are writers that work there) on what some people missed about going for walks during the pandemic, or why running into people is cool even if it’s not Barbra Streisand. Or something.

What did I miss? Let me know in the comments.

“Hi!”

“Sean and Amber’s Bad Book Report”

Okay, it’s just the two of us again. So here are a few things that came up.

I was briefly so excited about the Knicks making the playoffs for the first time in almost a decade. Here are the guys I was talking about who went down to the Garden after the Knicks won game two, which I would have loved to see. Support their podcast!

We talked about the Twitter thread we had both seen about how logic means nothing anymore to people who support Trump. Here it is! read it, weep for a bit, then please prepare for violence. Sorry! None of this is over.

My father is an incredibly charming guy who loves to go to parties and talk to people, and lots of people enjoy talking to him. So he always has a hard time leaving, because he feels like he has to talk to everybody on his way out and it takes hours for them to leave. Somehow the fact that he does this, and is of Irish descent, has confused my parents into thinking that is what people mean by an Irish goodbye. In fact, we all know that an Irish goodbye is the exact opposite of that. Here is a good explanation (from somebody I don’t know and have no idea who they are, but I enjoyed what they wrote) of the Irish goodbye, why it’s a good idea (I’m a HUUUUUGE fan), and how to deal with the aftermath politely. Send them some cookies- the link is right in the blog post, and I bet they’d get some money for it in addition to the cookies. Win win!

I guess technically she can’t avoid giving an Irish goodbye.

I just rewatched the scene from Good WIll Hunting we discussed for the first time in years and years, and I realized something I hadn’t before. Robin Williams is a Masshole! In the movie I mean. Obviously in real life he’s from Vietnam (I think?). But he faintly tries to pull off the accent. It’s a werid thing about Massachusetts movies- how everybody feels like they have to take a shot. Anyway, here’s the scene.

And finally, I can’t find the TikTok like the one I made up about side hustles, that I found after we did the show. But luckily at some point during the week AMber saw one on Twitter (complete with disparaging comments) and sent it to me. There are obviously many things I love about this woman and her video, but one is definitely that she starts off talking about how she drives those cars “for free,” which is false, therefore proving, as she implores us to follow her on Instagram for financial advice, that thereIS NO REASON TO FOLLOW HER BECAUSE SHE KNOWS NOT MONEY.

What did I forget?  What was I wrong about? Let me know in the comments.