Using your senses, what senses do you notice in today’s post?
On August 23rd, my son Aaron, my niece Victoria, and I will be experiencing the sense of humor of John Mulaney IN PERSON at a Boston theatre, which barely makes sense to me in the moment.
What’s the sense of this Saturday Night Live skit co-written by John Mulaney, which the show’s producers didn’t have the sense to include until after he had left the show and become famous?
Here are co-writers John Mulaney and Colin Jost discussing their senses of that Diner Lobster sketch:
I sense some comments coming my way, below.
Thanks to all who help me make sense of things every day, including YOU!
I’ve been thinking about Election Day 2020 since Election Day 2016, and now it’s here!
I’m going to spend Election Day 2020 with my fingers crossed, working and watching from home, and probably capturing images like these:
How are you going to spend Election Day 2020?
I’ve already spent part of Election Day 2020 looking for music to share in this post. Here is “Election day BIDEN HARRIS Music video: ALL ON THE LINE” by Andres Useche.
I’ll also be spending Election Day 2020 expressing gratitude for all who helped me get here, including YOU.
“Fingers Crossed” is something people keep saying and doing about tomorrow’s USA President Election Day. Why are people so nervous, superstitious, and cross? We have PTSD (Polls That Sucked Disastrously) (Polls That Skewed Democrat) (President Trump Stress Disorder) from four years ago.
I’m uncrossing my fingers, for now, so I can create this post with these photos:
Fingers crossed that people didn’t lie on the polls, because I am miserable from all the lying and dying of the last four years.
I can’t even express my enormous gratitude for my readers and for the comments on yesterday’s post, Day 2139: I Can’t/I Can. I can’t even resist repeating this photo from yesterday
About
“I Can’t Even”is an Internet slang expression used to indicate that the speaker is in a state of speechlessness, either as a result of feeling overjoyed or exasperated, depending on the context in which it is said. Due to its incomplete sentence structure, the adverb “even” in the expression can be interpreted as a substitute verb for “manage.” On Tumblr, the phrase is often used to caption reaction images in which the subject collapses in frustration or bewilderment.
Origin
The earliest known use of the incomplete phrase “I can’t even” was submitted to Urban Dictionary[1] by user JJFADS on January 7th, 2005, defining it as an expression used to indicate a “breaking point.”
I can’t even believe that I had to edit that online definition by adding an “even” to “I can’t” in the second paragraph.
I can’t even explain this coincidence: yesterday, in a therapy group, we discussed how people can become speechless and stunned when encountering thoughtless behaviors from others that are so different from what they would do in a similar situation.
I can’t even count the number of times I’m in a state of speechlessness, these days, when I look at what’s going on in the world.
I can’t even manage my photos because there are so many of them, including these:
Please pardon me for starting yet another blog post with a sign I saw at a hospital.
Please pardon me for wondering why people who are doing good (like building for the future of patient care) ask for pardon while other people don’t apologize for anything.
Please pardon us for not putting that “Time Flies” clock back on the wall after it fell down last week.
Please pardon me for requesting comments and for thanking Tufts Medical Center, The New Yorker, George Booth, EMDR, Aidy Bryant, brave voices everywhere, and YOU.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 