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July 07, 2020


This -- as the headline strongly suggests -- is the Tuesday night open thread.


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This is a Tuesday night comment.

...and this is Tuesday night, proving, once again, that there are no coincidences.

Ku Ku Kachoo

See the tree how big it's grown.

I forgot to add,

Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come

@cfjk - what do you mean there are no coincidences? Are you aware that for several weeks in a row now, Tuesday has fallen on the day right after Monday??

It's not night yet.

I've got to find out why....

Discussion topic

Since we the time we were hunter gatherers then emerged from the trees and on to America on the Nina, etc., stole her from the Mexicans and Indians, penned the constitution and grew into what today is a nation run by idiots...and giant areas of destroyed business and commerce areas...what is your idea of, well, what is your idea of the real meaning of the Super Ego as it is applied in Transactional Analysis? Discuss.

I can provide a multiple choice test or you can write an essay and provide a detailed answer to the question - Who's that Lady, Beautiful Lady, Who's that Lady?

Submit multiple choice questions to me regarding, "The Beatles: Drugs, Yoko and Paul is Dead - Ringo has lost his pants.

Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down

And you think I'm weird.

I snagged my sweater and it now has an open thread.

If I ever formed a band I would call it, The Godfather of Bone Marrow.

I want us to do away with this completely misleading phrase "social distancing". That's not what we're doing. We're PHYSICALLY distancing. We've already socially distanced ourselves with cell phones and so-called "social" media (which I call "anti-social" media, since few things if any have made our society any more anti-social).

Distancing socially isn't a good thing. Distancing physically is, so why can't we correctly call it what it is?

Scientific researchers have photographed the Id, that part of the mind in which innate instinctive impulses and primary processes are manifest. Here is a picture of the recently photographed Id.

Which Tuesday? I've lost track.

man tom--
Transactional analysis of the super ego can be rendered superflous when a venomous reptile is wrapping itself around your leg. It becomes more of an ID induced automatomist reaction and a basic instinct to cause harm to a cold-blooded reptile by stomping the crap out of it.

Well, I think it's Tuesday Weld, and if she has fallen I'm sure none of us would hesitate to help her up, unless, we ourselves were also unable to at least get up out of the chair, which is the only good thing about old age is that whenever you hear bad news you're already sitting down.

Le Petomane - Freud described it best, E = mc2.

Freud also mention this in his definition of The Oedipus Complex when you, not the snake, wrap yourself around your mother's leg in an automatomist (means sexual) reaction.

If any of you see this,

A desire for sexual involvement with the parent of the opposite sex and a concomitant sense of rivalry with the parent of the same sex; a crucial stage in the normal developmental process. Sigmund Freud introduced the concept in his Interpretation of Dreams (1899).

Call the police.

I think we're dealing with some serious issues this evening. Most of them psychological.

man tom--Wouldn't it have been fun to put Freud and Jung into a boxing ring and see who wins?

To add gravity, much in the sense Freud's mother/son experiments did, to the discussion, I will mention my daughter has a Master's degree in Clinical Psychology and is a licensed Mental Health Therapist. I would further like to point out, even with her well developed Id, my daughter is incapable of microwaving a Marie Calander's dinner to my satisfaction.

Come on, this is Tuesday.

I never got as far as Jung in Psych. I was kicked out of Psychology of Women class for debating the Professor's competency when she said, "the woman carries the baby in her stomach." I got my language mixed up explaining where the baby was carried and I was OUT.

It’s wet your pants day tomorrow! Today is scratch your own but day!! Yikes! As for other days, forget it, I’m sleeping in.

Don't ask me to explain how I ended up in a Psychology of Women class. The Oedipus Complex thing sticks with you well past childhood once you catch it.

Someday there will be a vaccination. Never thought possible in 1899. A lot of things discovered in 1899 were never thought possible.

My daughter played second chair violin in her high school orchestra. And she still doesn't know how to make a Marie Calender's microwave dinner to my satisfaction.

Whatever makes your blueberries float.

When I was in college one of my professors husband's kids married one of Sally Jesse Raphael's kids. No really, something like that. My professor invited the entire class to participate in a taping of Sally's show. I went, arrived early and met Sally. We were a long backstage for a long while in a very 'involved' discussion.

Writer's embellishment: I have to drive home from work right now. I may finish the story later. I may wait till Wednesday.

Whatever. No, really!

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government - Dylan, the first rapper?

Calvin is angrily reading the microwave instructions on a frozen tv dinner box. "SIX MINUTES? Who's got that kind of time?"

Is this Taco Tuesday? Or, am I in the wrong blog tonight?

Just another reason to sleep in.

Hugo is outside with his baseball cap on, he’s swinging the bat for practice. Hugo is my French poodle. Where are my sunglasses?

Ego, Super Ego, Turbo Ego, Trump.
This is the Four Levels of Ego according to Pink Freud (from their record Dark Side of Your Mother).

It’s been one year tomorrow that Satan came 2my hometown , he was riding a bike.
No kidding, if I’m not mistaken.

The flower on the wall residents are gearing up for celebrations. A tiskit a tasket. A green and yellow casket.

Someone hand me e tissue, ? I have to go blow my nose. Plane as the nose on my face!

Thank you. God bless!

Goodnight Ralph.

Goodnight Tree Lodgers.

It’s 3:33 a.m. is it early or late?

...for some it's too late to be early, for others it's to early to be late

I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

If only you'd said something earlier you might have gotten a taco, but now it's Wednesday, which we all know is Prince Spaghetti Day, but unless you're a prince....

Me at eleven years: Dad! There's something in the chicken coop with my rabbit!
Dad: She's probably had her babies.
Me: These are definitely NOT rabbits!
Fade to chicken coop:
Dad: Those are her babies.
Me, disappointed after expecting cute bunnies and looking at tiny ugly pink hippopotamus-looking wiggly things.

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