1270. Today is Meatloaf Day

1269. Cakes & Donuts

1268. Random Thingies

(I HAVE to write this one down into my last will :-)

1266. I Know All There is to Know About The Crying Game

Then:

Should I be asked to choose whoever would be my preferred Diva from the eighties I would straightly answer that one of them quietly reigned above all: Boy George.

To any and all LGBTQ+ youngsters (you can go on declining the alphabet as per your humors) I say: whatever you think you do that makes you feel different, that Lad led the way and did it long ago just for you to feel comfortable about it all today.

Now just put on your headphones, click 'Play' and enjoy the voice.

P.S.: I have never ever been into this kind of dressing-up, make-up or whatever, for I was probably too shy to experience it. But I was lucky enough to meet boys and girls, and men and women so-called at the edge of society, whom wisdom at a foolish appetite for life was enlightening enough to lead the way. Here's to them.

Now:

1265. Schrödinger is so Overrated

The postulate: you're having a nightmare - obviously - so this is not really happening, UNLESS you wake up and then this Pandemonium becomes true.

What do you choose:

- going on seeing this painful scene endlessly, though it'll remain an inconsequent dream?

or

- waking up at your cherished turntable and most preferred vinyls being ruined by kittens so adorable you can't even think about punishing?

(Lucifer's free hint: when do I stop smiling at kittens and start consider them as a possible replacement for breakfast's fried bacon? Just sayin'...)

1264. Good Morning to You All