hey, what's up? the freakin price of freakin gas-oh-leen, that's what.

so, the price of gas is up, and everyone's all why doesn't somebody do something about it?. okay, what do you suggest? and, who should do it? most people will vaguely blame the current administration or less vaguely but no more accurately - the current president. if the current president were to blame, do you not think something would be done about the problem? seriously - exactly how powerful do you think that one man is? if nancy pelosi wanted to propose a solution to the high price of gas, she could & would. but, she don't wanna. why not? well, duh-honkus, she is making money off the high prices, too. "they" all are - republicans, democrats, congressmen, senators, judges, journalists, butches, bakers, & candlestickmakers. anyone with any say in anything on the great capitol hill is making money off the price you are paying at the pump. if they are not making money, they are reaping some benefit from the big oil companies, b/c if they were not, they would do something to change things. they would.

so, here we are all persecuted by the big oil companies. where's the righteous indignation? where's the million man march? where's the horn-honking campaign that citizens of this very state so admirably utilized to put the kibosh on the proposed income tax? where are the letter writing campaigns, the petitioners collecting signatures, the town meetings with fiery speeches?

why are we all sitting around on our duffs doing nothing? well, one reason is that we are not used to organizing these things for ourselves. we need a capitán in a rally cap, a pathfinder, guide, leader. we need someone to tell us where to be & when to be there & exactly how to temper our displays of justifiable anger with pitiful tears.

why have we no leader? b/c the people in positions to lead a campaign for lowering gas prices, regulating the industry, or turning gasoline into a utility just like the lights & the water -- the people in positions to actually do something or even the people who know people in those positions -- they are all in some way benefiting from the price of gas being high. maybe they have stock in the oil companies. maybe they own car lots. maybe it is not them, but their children, their spouses, their brothers, sisters, aunts, or uncles who have these connections. but, the bottom line is that big oil is called big oil b/c it is big. it is pervasive & persuasive.

until there is someone with incentive to make a change & that someone is in a position of power, there will not be change. [duh-honkus] nevertheless, do not get caught up in the hype that a new administration is the panacea. exactly what has anyone said -- that they will make changes? right. big talk. big vague talk. until someone comes forth with a plan, it is all simply vapor - as volitile as gas vapor & just as worthy of caution.

if you could throw a rock into outer space, would it become an asteroid?

tonight the crappy green team played indoors, where we win. tonight's total tallied 7-0, and i put one in the net for the correct team this time. yay-me!

today i was instructed to make a phone call to a customer who was experiencing difficulty accessing our website. i called, and this is what i heard: this at&t customer has used caller-id to block all incoming calls from unknown numbers. yours is an unknown number. to get around caller-id on a one-time only basis pending approval by this customer, press zero. i pressed 0, and this is what i heard: you have pressed an incorrect key. that is an invalid selection. this at&t customer has used caller-id to block all incoming calls from unknown numbers. yours is an unknown number. to get around caller-id on a one-time only basis pending approval by this customer, press zero. i pressed 0, and can you guess what i heard? now, guess what the caller-id heard -- that's right, the sound of me hang-freakin-up. sheezle.

oh, no worries. i emailed the guy, and he called me back. he told me they did not have any calls blocked and asked if i had dialed the correct number. uh... yeah, buddy. i have caller-id, too, and i can see your number right there on my id. he requested that i try again. fine. whatevs. i called, and this is what i heard: this at&t. that's it. click-ola. he called back and asked what happened. the same freakin thing, buddy! sheezle. while he had me on the line, he informed me he is now able to get to our website. great - that's it, buddy, game over. i am not your personal caller-id tester. get off the line. goodbye.

in other news, there were no vanilla snackwells in the vendo.
sadness abounds.

joan jett and other unrelated shizzle

last evening, watched joan jett on the rock & roll hall of fame induction ceremony broadcast off the tivo, and let's just all agree right now that joan is looking good. sounded good, too, but i guess you'll have to take my word for that if you missed the broadcast. never miss another broadcast... get tivo today!

so, the titans made their draft picks & then signed 10 more of the undrafted free agents. quite a haul. got some really speedy dudes, a couple from california, one from teensy little winston-salem state. oops. just now looked at ol' wssu's website, and they've got nearly 6000 students enrolled up there. not exactly teensy. eh-hrm... let's just call it smallish, eh? right.

wore my new pink shorts yesterday. were you simply pink with envy?

books 2008

now appearing in reverse order -- that is: the ones at the top are the ones most recently read. thanks mini-me for the suggestion!

currently: grave secrets
[kathy reichs]
cause celeb
[helen fielding]
deadly décisions
[kathy reichs]
déjà dead
[kathy reichs]
playing for pizza
[john grisham]
the big over easy
[jasper fford]
the life all around me by ellen foster
[kaye gibbons]
the name of the wind
[patrick rothfuss]
eat, pray, love
[elizabeth gilbert]

all scoring is not good scoring

2 of us scored on our own goalie today. doh! not like the score was 2-0 or anything. i mean, those two goals didn't make the difference. i mean, we lost in a big way. a really big way. well, not as big a way as we lost the other day. more like a medium big way. okay, i lost track, but the score was like 6 or 7 or something like that, and that is all the score there was b/c only one team was scoring. okay, wait -- both teams were scoring, but all the points were going to one team.

sheezle.

you know it, uh-huh!

i am such a good mom, i already got one of my mother's day presents. yeah! it's a dvd of the devil wears prada. you want to come over & watch it? we'll make smoothies!

purchased today some pink shorts for running in. when you see a pink-clad butoxie sashaying down the street, that would be me. also got some new running shoes. you'd think i was a runner or something, eh?

currently watching the tivo of the talladega race. it's the busch guys, not the real nascar guys. some of the big leaguers come out on saturday to race with the busch guys, and they usually k/o the buschies b/c they have much bigger budgets & better equipment. nascar should really put a dollar limit on the busch series teams, to keep the playing field more even. [yes, i realize it's now nationwide or some such shizzle and no longer busch, but i like to say what i like to say.]

tomorrow it is 70% chance of rain around here. what's the weather like in your world?

blathermouth podpeople

don't you hate when your mouth is taken over by aliens, and they start using it for talking, and all this blather is coming out of your mouth, and you are like omg! omg! blathermouth! and, you want to stop it, but of course you cannot stop it b/c it is the alien podpeople in your mouth talking talking talking away about any old thing they please, and of course, it is never anything nice or flattering to anyone, especially yourself. it is stupid, eejity, ludicrous blathermouth, but you are powerless over the blathermouth alien podpeople, and they carry on & on, and you can omg! omg! all you want in your weak little brain, but you cannot stop them b/c they are the blathermouth podpeople, and blathering is their sole reason for existence.

don't you hate when that happens?

thisthat&theother

this book i am reading - cause celeb by helen fielding - is filled with exceptional truths. for prigzample, from page 94: what happened to my generation of women? who doomed us to spending our entire lives wishing we were half a stone lighter? I wasn't anorexic, bulimic, or anything else you could put in a textbook, but I still managed to see everything I ate as an indulgence, and eating it as an act of weakness. okay... see... this is how it is for me & every other woman i know who is around my age. a constant battle just to consume the required daily nourishment without doing penance. why??is??that??

overslept this morning. forgot to set the alarm. just woke up & saw it was light outside. zoinks! it is truly amazing how quickly one can get ready to go, when one is pressed. don't do the dishes. don't make the bed. scads of time to be saved.

forgot to tell you that tuesday night was the first indoor game of the season. crappy green team pulled out a squeaker... 7-2. w00t! go green team! hey, and guess who scored the first goal. uh-huh... that's right... mememememe! yeah. ME.

as long as we are covering random ground... did you hear about the deal pacman worked out? the titans will let him go to the cowboys, but he has to pay $500k - that's right, a cool half mill - to charity. he has to pay to leave. priceless!

movie wish list:
willy wonka & the chocolate factory
pretty woman
ferris bueller's day off
meatballs
caddyshack

books 2008

eat, pray, love
[elizabeth gilbert]
the name of the wind
[patrick rothfuss]
the life all around me by ellen foster
[kaye gibbons]
the big over easy
[jasper fford]
playing for pizza
[john grisham]
déjà dead
[kathy reichs]
deadly décisions
[kathy reichs]
currently: cause celeb [helen fielding]

ode to the message board

i did not make you any promises.
i did not offer you a thing.

i never asked you to be there.
i did not ask for you to care.
you brought it all - it was your own -
your words. your safety. yours alone.

i did not make you any promises.
i did not offer you a thing.

i never asked for anything.
i do not want what you will bring.
barren, senseless, empty words
are all you said, are all i heard.

i did not make you any promises.
i did not offer you a thing.

you tell me now i owe you one.
i tell you now - it's over. done.
you saw what you desired to see.
but what you saw, it was not me.

i did not make you any promises.
i did not offer you a thing.

paying back the hippyman

there i was, waiting on jerky mcjerkleheimer & his magic bus, and i was in a bad mood. certainly not jumping-off-a-bridge bad, and not quite laying-in-bed-weeping bad. but, you know... simply that everyone-shut-up-i-am-pissy kind of bad mood.

so, there i was all pissy standing on the corner when the hippyman in the beat-up green station wagon pulled to the intersection & stopped for the red light.

he leaned over to talk out the passenger window: smile, he said to me, you are beautiful...,

oh, sweet hippyman, if you only knew how unbeautiful i am feeling... i didn't say anything out loud, but i conveyed the thought with a sort of frownsmirk in his direction.

really, he insisted, you look great.

who was i to argue?

....i tried to smile for him then. i really tried, but i was still too pissy and could not smile.

so, i owe you an apology, hippyman. you made me smile on the inside, but i could not quite get the smile to show up on the outside.

i did smile at several other people for the rest of the journey home, all thru going to the liberry & to the grocery. maybe one of those people needed a smile, too... maybe that's all the payback the super karma hippyman would need, eh?

what is my computer doing in the background, just churning away, taking up cpu... probably sending msgs to the space station, eh?

danica won her first indy race -- the indy japan 300 -- making her the first woman to win an indy race. oh, yeah! go danica!!

tiger is taking 6 wks off to recover from knee surgery, and here's my two problems with that: firstly, most people these days, esp athletes, take like 2 wks off after having a knee scoped, and secondly, why didn't he have this done in the wintertime so that he could play a full season of golf?

the spurs pulled out a win yesterday in double ot. as a general rule, i despise the nba, believe they should make the court bigger & the raise the baskets about a foot, but elvis & priscilla love the spurs, so there you have it.

the preds are down 3-2 to the redwings in the stanley cup playoffs. next game - today at 2pm. go preds! getting to the playoffs is an accomplishment, but getting past the first round would be even bettah.

steve mcnair retired. he had one more year on his contract w/ the ravens, and he had come to mini-camp... and then just up & retired. kinda caught everyone by surprise. in other football news, looks like pacman might be headed to dallas. whoopie.

the olympics begin on 8.8.08. that is cool. things that happen every 4 years always happen on the same year. olympics, leap year, elections. just because they happen every 4 years does not mean they have to happen on the same year.

watching the women's olympic marathon trials on nbc's website. very good coverage. the commentators know what they are talking about, and the split screen is well-used. the winner had a 5:36 mile at mile 25. sheezle. i cannot even run like 400 metres that fast. huh. the top three go to the olympics, and the 4th place finisher is the alternate. the girl in 4th was passed by the girl in 5th in like the last 100 metres. incroyable! can you imagine getting pass on the last 100 metres? or, passing someone? when the stakes are that high?

man, oh man. good stuff.

it's my gift card -- i'll buy what i want to.

finally spent the borders gc that speedy gave me for xmas -- got myself a calculus book. we'll just see if this rusty old brain can handle it. who buys a calculus book with their xmas money, you ask? i do, that's who, so you can just stuff it up your cosine. har har.

so far this weekend i have cleaned out my closet & my desk. not really sure what's gotten into me. probably the spirit of passover. here's something i'd like to know -- persposedly, jeebus was in jerusalem celebrating passover when they came for him & killed him. then, he died, buried, & rose again hallelujah. that's easter. so, passover & easter are supposed to occur in some relative sameness of timeframe. what happened this year? whycome was easter so early?

anyhoo - i have cleaned out the closet, which generally means refolding the mounds of tee shirts & getting rid of the very very oldest running shoes. not really sure why i have so many tee shirts. i mean, duh, they come from stuff like soccer & running, but why can i not just chuck them out? why do i insist on keeping them? it's not like the event memory police are going to come around & confiscate my memory of the event if i don't have the tee shirt to prove i participated.

speaking of clothing, here is the dilemma with wearing a belt -- if i belt my jeans, they are too short, but if i leave them unbelted, there is the whole "are you a plumber" thing going on. there is this place & time between just yanked up to where the belt keeps them and falling all the way down to plumberville. there is this place where they are just right in length and just right in coverage. why can't the belt hold them there??

cleaned out the closet. cleaned out the desk. balanced the checkbook [oops, large error gives bucks bel grande back to bank]. paid bills. ran a couple miles. yeah, i been busy. what have you been up to, eh?

the watch is back on the left arm.

the tattoo was strewn around her ample ankle like the meanderings of a dyslexic 6-year-old with a marker fetish.

what do you think?

the impatience in her voice made me realize that she was repeating herself -- that i had zoned out on the sheer hideousness of the thing and so had not heard her the first, and... probably second, time she solicited my opinion. what could i say?

it is certainly unique. did you design it yourself?

she beamed with pride.

my dyslexic 6-year-old came up with it. you know - the one with a marker fetish.

and, it shall be so.

i plan to start wearing my watch on my right arm so that people will presume i am left handed.

party pooper

here's what's wrong with the political system in the usa... well, one thing that is wrong with it... in order to get the recognition of a party, and rise in the ranks of a party, a candidate in the present 2-party system is forced into a black&white stance to show party loyalty by toeing the party line. that hard line eliminates the finer distinctions, or even similarities, between the parties. the nuances are lost, and we are left with glaring polarizations.

there are myriad issues & simply not enough time for citizens to investigate them all, so we rely on media outlets which in turn rely on the parties for the message. but, there is never enough time to communicate the party platform, much less the details behind the planks of the platform.

plus, the freakin' candidates are highly skilled at spin & debate, so how can you trust 'em? yeah... they are trained at that sharky stuff because - you know - they are lawyers. [heh heh heh]

taxed to the limit

if someone comes to you for information, and you give that someone information in the form of multitudinous helpful inputs collected by yourself -- onto pages both handwritten & typed -- collected through the years in your job & your previous jobs and on paper placed neatly in folders, and you entrust that person to copy said infomration & return it to you in the state which you gave it to them -- and keep in mind that you owe this person NOTHING -- would you think that this person would/could/SHOULD restaple the pieces in each folder that were stapled?

yes. yes, you would be within your rights to expect that.

at this point, having been returned the materials in such a sorry state, you might begin to wonder what is missing from the lot -- b/c you do not have an inventory, you simply have the information on papers in folders -- b/c who needs an inventory? who suspects that others will treat the information so carelessly?

remember, this person came to you to ask for help. remember, this person received help from you in the form of myriad helpful documents on a plethora of subjects. remember, you owed this person no prior favors & could in fact make a case that this person already owed you favors.

what are a few staples, you ask? why get so upset over a few staples?

ah, if you have to ask that... see... you have missed the point.

and, i am betting you did not miss the point, and you know exactly where i am coming from here.

music by mark knoffler

who knew? the music in the princess bride is by mark knoffler. if you don't know who he is or why that might be surprising, you will just have to google him b/c
i am not your servant, am i now? sheezle.

i recently received my very own copy of pb - a valingtimes day gift, a couple months after valingtimes day. i am currently running thru it for the 2nd time in a row. and, you cannot stop me - bwah-hah-hah!!

after returning the rental today, i got a ride home [they will pick you up... or, uh... drop you off...] from the enterprising young clerk. she started making small talk -- you from around here? -- you know the drill. so, turns out she is not from around here, but is going to school around here, and what did she major in? flying. that's right - flying aeroplanes. you can major in flying aeroplanes. who knew? so, why is she working at enterprise. was this her plan? no, she said, this was never in her wildest dreams in her plans. we laughed then about plans & how they develop. she still wants to fly planes, but she does not want to be a commercial pilot. she wants to be a charter pilot, and that requires more piloting hours than she has under her belt. she's working on it, but her new dream will have to wait. fascinating things, dreams.

happy birthday to junior today!

snedeker did not win the masters.

i, personally, napped most of the day.

ahhhh, sunday!

snedeker!!

you watching the masters? snedeker's in 2nd place right now, a couple shots behind immelman. and, here's a tidbit -- immy was rookie of the year in 2006, and sneddy was in '07. fascinating.

the rental for this weekend is the mazda5. zoom zoom! i thought it was a sporty little hatchback, like the vibe or the matrix, but it is really a confused little vehicle. it cannot decide whether it is a minivan or a sporty car. it has rear captains chairs and a full-across third seat, but it is relatively short, ending right behind the third seat. it has sliding back doors on both sides - which are very minivanesque. the rear capts chair are short & narrow, as are the front seats, but the back ones... they are sort of pretentious. it is as if the car is saying - i gots capts chairs in back! - but they are not real capts chairs. kind of a cheat. also, since the vehicle ends directly behind the third seat, you're forced to choose between cargo & passengers. not really a full solution to either issue. the front seats are "okay" on room, but as i said - narrow. there is not enough leg room in the driver's area for my old man's comfort. but, see... the vehicle is long, so you'd think there would be room. an inch or so would make a great deal of difference, but they have spent the space elsewhere. like - okay, the vehicle does not end directly behind the third seat - there are a couple totally useless inches back there. why not use them up front? bottom line - this vehicle needs to decide if it is a sporty li'l car, or a mini-van.

tomorrow i am going on a mini-break

my old man's going to a golf tournament tomorrow, so i am tagging along. any excuse not to clean the house, eh? yeah! so, we are going to a small town not too far from here, and there will be practically nothing to do, which means i have to do practically nothing. ahhhh!

you get what you pay for

went to big lots to gander at the merch, and let me tell ya, the people that shop there are weird with a capital wee... present company excluded of course.

the card section has 2 large racks with front & back loaded w/ cheep cheep cards. that's 4 sides of cards, plus some little racks on the ends. i am perusing one section, being as i am one person that is all i can peruse at a time. the remaining card racks remained unperused, until another person showed up to peruse the cards, at which time - the remaining racks remained unperused b/c in all the great expanse of card section, she had to stand rightnexttome. for reals.

i moved on to towels & socks, which are grouped conveniently together in big lots. you know... the terry cloth section. right. so, there was a couple shopping for rugs & bath curtains near me, shopping for socks. the woman came around a corner with a buggy all loaded up with a long rolled up rug sticking out. she saw me standing there at the sock display, and as i was disrupting the path which she wished to traverse, she became flummoxed, backed back into the aisle from whence she had come, and went down, around, and came out again at the next aisle, proceeded to come towards me, and buggied right on behind me. you see, there was room there all along.

her husband was whistling, in poor proximity to the music, and not using his indoor whistle-voice. clearly, he was whistle-yelling. i kept looking at him and going - really?. he did not take the hint, but the eventually buggied their ruggy on down the lane.

lastly but not leastly, as i was perusing the soaps & selecting the cashmere bouquet, a woman came into the aisle talking. i thought maybe she was on a phone. or, you know... had the blue tooth thing going... but no. i sought evidence, and it was not present. she was talking to herself. animatedly. quite.

in conclusion, this is what you get when you shop at big lots.

dreams do come true

researchers at m.i.t. have developed a post-it note that incorporates an rfid tag. soon, my dream of googling the house for my keys will come true.

oh for oh ate too oh oh ate

welcome to tuesday evening.

scenes from the bus stop: while waiting on the vanpool every day, i am greeted by a racuous gaggle of elementary school hookers hanging from the windows of their school bus. who ya textin'? you a man or a woman? what you readin'? you can easily see which of these questions bothers me the most -- i mean, seriously, it is none of their freakin' bidness who i am texting, now is it?

today, the mighty odometer today spun over to 210000. mileage bel grande. caught sight of 210012. sweet, eh?

did you watch the basketball game last night? eh? what? the basketball game, ya dweebus - the ncaa men's national championship. i watched. stayed up & watched overtime. should have just left the game at the end of regulation. memphis did.

i need some new music. suggestions, anyone?

as army as swiss cheese

nearly every day, a strange little man dressed in khakis & a button down shirt, wearing a swiss army daypack on his back & oldish trainers on his feet, does a quick joggie shuffle past my bus stop. i am certain he is in the swiss army reserves.

today's game

crappy green team - nil
poor sportsmanship team - 3

so far, perfect season for the ol' crappy greeners.

this other team - as soon as they had one goal, they started taking their sweet time retrieving balls from out of bounds for throw ins or goal kicks. they took a ton of time deciding who to throw the ball to. so, we started getting the balls for them to speed things up. they also tripped, elbowed, & pushed - rarely getting called for it. and, of course, they could take a dive & cry & moan, and they would get a penalty called on us. to top it off, after the game, they would not shake our hands. just turned their backs on us and walked away. hookers.

books 2008

eat, pray, love
[elizabeth gilbert]
the name of the wind
[patrick rothfuss]
the life all around me by ellen foster
[kaye gibbons]
the big over easy
[jasper fford]
playing for pizza
[john grisham]
currently: one of the 2 by kathy reichs that i got from the last trip to the liberry. not sure which one yet. updates will be provided.

test drive, bumbershoot, vanpool, chill -- bullethole, on a roll, can't sit still

test drove another civic today. this one was quite promising, but still... not sure we want to spend the money on a car that seems so bare-bones. this one has warranty left on it, is in good shape, low mileage... really, probably a very good deal. but, it keeps coming down to comparisons with the current ride, and the civic is just so freakin' small.

standing in the rain, waiting for the vanpool, had to use an umbrella. really - not a fan of the bumbershoot at all, at all, but what is one to do? it does seem there would be some way the constructors of bumbershoots could construct them so that the stalk would not continually knock my spectacles.

waiting for the van... 15-20 mins in the morning, and again in the afternoon. let us say that it is 15 mins each - that is 30 mins/day. that is 150 mins/wk. that is 2.5 freakin' hrs/wk. for reals. that time is just wasted, gone, poof. there is really no way to do anything productive in those minutes, scattered as they are, but there should be some way to save them. let's think... hmm... hey, i have it - don't ride the vanpool. yeah... being environmentally friendly should not be this difficult!

marcia gay harden & william hurt were in the movie the big chill. they are in the new movie into the wild. the new movie is about alaska, which is big... and... uh... chilly. so, there you have it.

my new lucky jeans had a small hole near the inseam, which i patched. i am sure this hole contributed to their being at gabriel bros for $30. i am also sure it was a bullet hole.

did i tell you about the car that busted into the house across the street a couple wks ago? last night, another car hydroplaned on the same curve & took out a couple mailboxes, landing about 20 feet from the house. we called 911. waited. called again when somebody showed up w/ a pickup truck & looked like they were going to personally try to pull it out. waited. phone call... from the police, asking us where the incident occurred. hello? do you not have a gps? criminy. the police, called us, for directions.

in other fone call news, elvis called & said beavis is on the bottle. elvis took over the nighttime feedings, and priscilla got a full 6 hrs sleep the other night. she arose completely transformed and leapt around the house. he reminded her that this 6 hrs was at least 3 hrs less than she had been used to before 5 wks ago. this did not temper her enthusiasm.

how 'bout them memphis tigers, eh? guess they are for real after all. and, one blemish on their otherwise undefeated season. who was it that beat them... hmm.... do you recall?

sleeping outside in the rain is generally not considered a logical option.

on the way home from jason's deli tonight, it was raining, and the windshield wipers were making a sound like crickets. like, big heards of crickets in the late summer. made me want to sleep outside. in the rain, even.

criminy.

there was something really intriguing i was going to relate to you, but i cannot for the life of me remember what it was.

you will have to make do with this: the new pkg of gum which i opened today must have been hermetically sealed b/c the opening necessitated the use of a screwdriver.

the stanley cup is the most ridiculously ginormous trophy

i don't follow nhl much, but found out this morning that the preds clinched a playoff spot. sweet! not sure why the ol' stanley cup is so grande, but there you have it. ridiculously large.

in other sports, vanderbilt's super freshman point guard, keegan bell, has xfered to another school b/c of some blather about not fitting in the vandy system. sounds like he wanted more playing time, but jiminybiminy, he was a freshman and played a lot. next year, he'd be the starting point guard, and he'd be in the driver's seat as far as playing time is concerned. well, that is how it looked from the couch - i mean, ol' keegan probably knows something we don't know.

last sports note: i personally ran 3 miles yesterday at the blazing speed of 10:25/mi. w00t. tearing up the streets. yeah.

it just doesn't matter

if the moon doesn't shine in the sky anymore,
if the stars all fall down to the sand on the shore,
if the night's not as bright as the night was before,
would you love me?
would you still love me?

if the wind doesn't blow through the evergreen trees,
if the birds leave the skies & the fish leave the seas,
if the hills have no ants & the hives have no bees,
would you love me?
would you still love me?

does it matter if the world stops spinning?
does it matter if the sky grows dark?
does it matter if the dirt at the bottom of the sea
rises up and becomes a city park?

does it matter where we are in the universe?
does it matter where we are in time?
does it matter when we have each other?
i am yours, and i know you are mine.

thoughts while avoiding the decision about supper

70% of usa high school students do not graduate high school. appalling.

the economy in cuba is opening up a wee bit under the new raoul regime. the cubans are snapping up dvd players, motorbikes, and pressure cookers. that's right -- pressure cookers are a hot commodity. get it? cooker? hot? yeah....

an inordinate amount of people at my office walk around mumbling to theirselfs. what is up with that? are they praying? memorizing their times tables? putting hexes on people? one wonders.

okay. what's for supper?

all fools day

today i...

...shaved my head.

...ate a worm.

...ran a 6 min mile.

...won tickets to see bon jovi.

...called a bunch of people dweebuses.

...drank blood.

...bought flowers for myself.

...got a tat.

...built a castle out of lego.

...sewed a dress.

...visited the library.

...put a hex on mine enemies.

...put a hex on mine enemas.

...put an enema on mine enemies.



...or, did i? hmmm.....