And he was the dad we needed, tbh. An embarrassing ass. A lifelong fuckup trying sincerely to earn a spot in his kids' hearts. It was a solid second act. (In theory, I mean: I never actually watched the show, lol.)

#TransitTunes #MusicSky

Then came 'The Osbournes.' I mean, what? To me, a punk-ass early 20s ne'er-do-well with all the judgment of a flea, that show was the least metal thing anyone had done since Metallica v. Napster. But he pulled it off, didn't he? The Prince of Darkness became America's dad. #TransitTunes

I was a HUGE Ozzy fan in high school: early-mid '90s, solo era, MTv years leading up to Ozzmosis, which (like my high school graduation) turned 30 this year. In 1995, bro was the same age I am now, & hell-bent on unraveling, clarifying, & redefining himself in ways that are now achingly familiar.

Almost better than her classics, she has some covers that are deliciously weird af, including a version of Donovan's "Season of the Witch" that is guaranteed to leave you equally puzzled and in love.

#TransitTunes

Absolute iconic unironic use of "buckle up" -- but I have to deduct a point, b/c Nat'l Seat Belt Day was *yesterday*. Sad.

I figure skydiving would let me experience the sensation of falling in a sustained way that would work as exposure therapy. But that shit's expensive! I doubt insurance would cover skydiving-as-therapy. They'd laugh in my face.

So I have no idea what to do.

I hate how this makes me feel. /🧵

No one seems able to advise me on how to manage this. I've talked to my therapist, to my Grandmaster, to my wife. Nothing has helped.

The only thing I know about treating paranoias is exposure, but I don't know how that would work w falling. My whole being seizes up when I try to do it.

In class last night, we were just sitting talking about the skill & my mind started to spin. I tried to focus on my surroundings: I started naming the colors I could see.

After 4 or 5 rounds of this, I finally realized that I'd been naming my pants red instead of purple. My brain was THAT far gone.

This is relevant to my life now bc as an orange belt, I have to learn to fall in tae kwon do. And I can't.

I understand the technique. I grok the importance of teaching my body to do it correctly. But I go to try, and I freeze. Sheer panic. Even thinking about it causes panic to creep in.

I'm fine in an airplane or atop a skyscraper, but terrified on a balance beam a foot off the ground.

I've always loved to climb, but once as a kid I climbed a tree in my front yard & had to escape by jumping onto the porch roof, bc I absolutely could NOT climb down. Like a freakin' cat!

Been decades since I've listened through it; perhaps I'll do so tonight!

Ugh, the Ring cycle, of course. I was THAT nerd: When I put the box set on my holiday wish list, I even specified which conductor it had to be, lol 🫠

It's rough, though, bc I've come to realize that I'd really want to sing Alberich or Wotan or even Siegfried over any of the roles that fit my voice.

(I desperately miss singing classical/art songs; there was a time when I argued vehemently with my college voice teacher because she thought it was hilarious that I wanted to sing Wagner; I was certain I'd eventually prove her wrong, lol. Hasn't happened yet. Sigh.)

As someone who has been listening to a LOT of Jim McCarty lately, I approve this notion

Have you considered recording it since? Just for funzies?

Damn, that SUCKS 🫂

Soooo ... did you ace your audition?