Posts Tagged 'lame joke'

Valentine Horror AGAIN?

Doodle

Spoiler alert! Because we, the strange outlandish tribe of Depressed People, always tend to spoil the fun. Especially with these nice cozy civilized occasions like Valentine’s Day.

    It’s coming again: this weird February circus of heart-shaped sweets, handwritten cards, red roses, pillow-soft kisses, whatever. Everything that you, the Normal People, seem to enjoy and believe in.

    We, the horrible, lonely, ragged, mentally disturbed Depressed Ones, we can’t even understand it. And the little that we do grasp, does seem to exclude us. Wo don’t fit in the picture. We feel our heart sink only further away into its already bottomless tar pit when a day like this appears on the horizon. And according to you, we are just being negative.

    But let me tell you – somehow, we cannot help it. In our twisted, tortured, abnormal, spiteful mind this whole hypocritical circus evokes no glittering dream fantasies of pink satin bed covers sprinkled with rose petals. Rather, it brings up something stony and cold. Something like this:

Eternal Love

Now don’t worry, I won’t be too much of a spoiler. Nor will I repeat my last year’s Valentine’s Way post or the anti-Valentine song that came with it.

    And you, my target audience, my dear depressed ones, you probably don’t need any more tips about how to cope with kitschy horror like this. I gave you some tips a few years ago with Christmas, remember?

    Anyway, you may be depressed but you’re still breathing, so I guess you’re probably already a long-standing member of a Valentine’s Day Survivors Support Group. Well, just try to carry on!

My Gift To You

As my Valentine gift to you all, here is the one and only Crooning Mafioso: no one but the frightful Frank Sinatra himself, singing his sugary Funny Valentine song. Complete with its typical, veiled Omerta death threat in the ominous final lines: “Stay little Valentine stay, each day is Valentines day”.

Each day? No! No! Please, please Godfather, I beg you on my knees, don’t do that to us! We’ll do whatever you want, but please, don’t do that to us!

    And another spoiler alert: if you happen to be an actual Sinatra fan (assuming you exist) then better skip this song. You see, to make The Voice even more devilish than it already was, I did a little bit of sound editing.

Frank Sinatra


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 tip: In the very hardest, darkest moments of the cruel tribulations that await us, remind yourself of this: all leading disaster experts predict that on February 15th, some kind of global recovery effort may set in.


Christmas Card

Doodle

We all know that for some of us, easily depressed souls, Christmas can be a difficult time of the year.

    I reflected on this before: see my slightly over-the-top 2010 Christmas rant. I will never offend anyone in that way again!

    But whatever our personal feelings, here is the 2012 Christmas card for all StayOnTop followers. Better too soon than too late.

Christmas 2012

For those of us who always feel a little lonely this time of the year, remember you’re not alone. Here is a voice for you.

Elvis Presley with his 1957 Blue Christmas:    


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• footnote: Card based on a 1922 original by illustrator Norman Rockwell. It needed little modification.
    And today’s Doodle (at the top of this post) was of course inspired by the famous Christmas painting The Scream by Edvard Munch.


When Pill Patents Expire

As we all know, the pharmaceutical industry can keep the price of antidepressants artificially high because for the time being, their patents give them a monopoly.

But what will happen in the future, when these patents expire?

Something like this?

Ludens ad


• source: a 1928 ad for LUDEN’S MENTHOL COUGH DROPS.


Fluff

Doodle

Today, in a clumsy effort to join my American friends in their incomprehensible Thanksgiving holiday, my post is covered with

FluffFluff-covered fluff, fluffy fluff-spread fluff and fluffing just a little more fluff: fluff, fluff, fluff. Fluffed! Aah, fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! Pass me the fluff, please?

    Actually I had wanted to fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff flufffluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff. But fluffflufffluffflufffluff flufffluffflufffluffflufffluffflufffluff flufffluff fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh fff.

    So you see, my advice here is fluffified, hopelessly buried underneath this sticky blanket of fluffed fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff stuff.

    I guess I must apologize for fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff. Help! Help! I feel like drowning! Aaaargh… flufffffffffffffffffffff ffffffffffff ffffff… ff.. f.. f.. . . . .


• footnote: I really do like the American way of life. I like my American friends even more. I know they are just as crazy, just as human, as I am myself. Yes, we truly are friends.
    But there are a few days every year when I am thankful, really thankful, that I happen to live on the other side of the ocean, in Europe. This day is one of those fluff fluffer more fluffing flufferized fluff fluffed fluff.
    Sorry!


One Of Those Problems…

Why Don't You Talk About It?

OK, so this picture was a very lame joke – about a dilemma that sometimes really seems unsolvable. Sorry…

Here is Talk, a Uness song:

round and round we go
it’s always the same
it would never hurt nobody
to talk about it
the more complicated
the less we understand…


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Uness• reference:
Want to know more about Uness, and hear some more tracks? See both Uness at MySpace, and Uness at Last.fm.
 
There also is is this blog: Uness & Crime In The City.


Call Your Therapist!

Doodle

Here is an old Apple ad. A very old one. It’s from the 1980s, and it advertises a remarkable new feat: Apple computers now were able to make a telephone call to the outside world. Yes, a phone call! All by themselves!

Old Apple Ad

OK, I cheated. I edited one minor thing here: just a word. The original ad said: “My Apple’s telephone just called up the home office!”

    I refuse to discuss the incomprehensible matter of how people in those days were able to get through life wearing alien glasses like that. After all, I once was one of them myself (my own old photos still haunt me).

    No, I want you to try and do something: to look through those glasses. Try it right now: look straight into her eyes. Keep looking, for a while.

    I’m sure this woman was supposed to look proud of her Apple. But when I connect intensely to her wide open eyes, I myself see something entirely different: I see two dark pools of unspeakable fear and sadness. Near panic. The tears cannot be far away.

So this is why I changed a word. I felt it was what she needed.

I hope she’s more happy today.


 the lesson? What do you think?

• afterthought: If you don’t see what I see, just use one of your fingers to cover her forced smile.



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Today In History:

Reuben WanamakerJune 18, 1924 –
Today just a random example of death by depression: Reuben Wanamaker (57), who since 1913 had been a judge in the state of Ohio's Supreme Court.
   Wanamaker had sought medical treatment for severe depression since 1923, which had not helped him (remember, modern antidepressant medication did not yet exist).
   On June 18th, six days after entering the Columbus Mount Carmel hospital in a bid to have his depression treated more effectively, Wanamaker killed himself by jumping from a fourth story hospital window.
   This case illustrates one of my own strong impressions that may still be valid today: when hospitalizing depression patients, the suicide risk appears to peak in the very first week after admission to the clinic.

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