It’s so hot…how hot is it?
It’s so hot cows are giving evaporated milk (mmm, now I’m thinking of hot chocolate https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/05/30/you-live-you-die-in-between-theres-chocolate/).
It’s so hot, Optimus Prime transformed into an air conditioner.
It’s so hot I tried to bake sourdough bread but it ended up as toast; I didn’t really, I never turn my oven on between May-October, why heat the place up just to cool it down?
It’s so hot my clothes iron themselves (https://yadadarcyyada.com/2015/03/26/why-i-will-never-be-freshly-pressed/).
I’d say it’s so hot it “gives me fever” (“Oh, keep your social distance, don’t you kiss me, don’t you hold me tight; report your fever, it’s only right!”), but these days, I’d be bombarded by Purell and swabs.
I’m a slow processor, in the heat, even more so. Picture me as a vintage (old?) IBM, or on good days, an iMac, or Windows 95, a great day, Windows Vista…
I could blame my Fibrofog from Fibromyalgia https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/11/22/99-problems-and-fibromyalgia-is-all-of-them/
I could blame my anxiety, which is fear’s outside voice. https://yadadarcyyada.com/2020/03/17/im-still-standing-yeah-yeah-yeah/
I now think anxiety is the price you pay for awareness (being woke?) and imagination. I need to hug myself; teaching fear to use it’s inside voice. https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/02/06/dont-stop-me-now/
I could blame my life circumstances https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/03/25/welcome-to-your-life/ https://yadadarcyyada.com/2020/05/04/so-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be-this-way/ illnesses, poor internet, financial issues, COVID-19, racism, sexism, ableism, and so many other isms (ismz?).
Those are factors, but also, how I respond. I need some alone time and silence to do so. Some people won’t respect that, which they should (we’d all get a better result).
The bigger the computation, the more time alone/silence I need to process; especially with other factors like: handling input from others, sending output, memory factors, outside factors, sigh, I’m gonna need a bigger CPU aka brain, or a good, long defragging…
Reading is a good thing to do when it’s hot…recently read a lovely book by Holly Hepburn,”The Picture House by the Sea” whose pages overflow with mouth-watering movies, gelato, romance, and the seaside – what’s not to like?
It prodded me to rewatch Dirty Dancing https://yadadarcyyada.com/2017/06/02/nobody-puts-bloggers-in-a-corner/
and Some Like It Hot.
Some Like It Hot is a 1959 classic American black and white romcom (I might as well face it I’m addicted to love), authentically/lovingly directed and produced by Billy Wilder, starring a shiver-inducing cast, Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon. That’s hot.
This film should have been scandalous, and it was, but also: absurd, hilarious, fun/funny, and hugely popular. It was/is, as ‘the kids’ say, fire.
What do you think the title is about? Weather, uncomfortable women’s foundation garments (no Spanx for you!), sex (or gender, to each their own, J.K. Rowling),
and/or Jazz – I say all of the aforementioned.
Hmmm, I’m hearing a song in my head, wasn’t “Some Like it Hot” also a ‘80s song by Power Station, a band including Robert Palmer and members of Duran Duran…did that happen, or is the heat starting to make me hallucinate?
The weather out there…Baby, It’s Hot Outside. I really can’t stay…Baby, I have A/C and ice…