Waiting is the hardest thing to do. Especially when what you're waiting for is not a clearly defined something. Amorphous is a good word. Waiting on the amorphous. It's kinda like that old movie "The Blob". You don't know if what you're waiting for is going to consume a diner or make you a romatic dinner for two. I'm hoping for the later, although I'm such a kitchen Nazi that whatever it is I'm waiting for better be a good cook. Or at least have the chiching to purchase a romatic dinner for two. This is all bullshit of course. I'm so desperate that I'll take a happy meal from McDonalds delivered by a Republican. (not really) The only thing more unsexy than a Republican is ... give me a minute ... damn I can't think of anything. I guess we need them though. It's kinda like; what would the jedi warriors have to contrast themselves without the dark side? I'll bet if Darth Vader ever took off his mask for good he'd go the minority House leader, John Boenher (sp?) fake tan route. Mitch McConnell, the Senate minority leader, looks like the Dark Lord. These analogies are nerdie I know, but if the foo shits wear it.
Nonsense.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Saturday night and no date in sight
Before I forget:
the wind paints its self-portrait in clear blue ripples reminding me that there is a whole unseen hand at work.
When the I Ching says to remain righteous and steadfast in the face of adversity and says that things aren't going to be so great for a while, what should one do? I guess I'll buy more beans for the pantry and make sure I have a few gallons of water availalbe. Oh yeah, and cat food and dog food. Gotta keep the pets plump. (I think O.pal, my cat, thinks about me in the same way.) Besides basic survival stuff, what does one do when the omens are unfavorable and the psychic advice is to just stick to your guns; and you don't own any? And even if you did, all the gun nuts have bought up all the damn ammo trying to ward off creeping socialism and them dark skinned multitudes that want to take all the white folks stuff away from them. What in the hell is an older gay fella supposed to do? I guess this is when a true Christian would start praying like the dickens, but with the earthquakes and sunamis and all, I think Jesus' message box is probably overflowing. I guess when I get in those kind of dire straits I'll feel less self-centered about bothering him/them.
Just as an aside: Since Jesus was only a third of a personality, i.e., father, son and Holy ghost, why is it that fundamental Christians hate Halloween so much? Don't they believe in ghosts? I'm gonna ask them about that. Along with the naked Jesus washing feet at the last supper and those shepards sleeping naked in the field by night. I know, I know; it's tending their sheep in fields by night, but I like my version better. I think I saw my version on the Internet.
After rereading what I've just written two things come to mind. First the title may be a direct result of the kind of things I've just written down. Some might say, "No wonder". And second,...I hate getting old... I can't remember...nevermind.
the wind paints its self-portrait in clear blue ripples reminding me that there is a whole unseen hand at work.
When the I Ching says to remain righteous and steadfast in the face of adversity and says that things aren't going to be so great for a while, what should one do? I guess I'll buy more beans for the pantry and make sure I have a few gallons of water availalbe. Oh yeah, and cat food and dog food. Gotta keep the pets plump. (I think O.pal, my cat, thinks about me in the same way.) Besides basic survival stuff, what does one do when the omens are unfavorable and the psychic advice is to just stick to your guns; and you don't own any? And even if you did, all the gun nuts have bought up all the damn ammo trying to ward off creeping socialism and them dark skinned multitudes that want to take all the white folks stuff away from them. What in the hell is an older gay fella supposed to do? I guess this is when a true Christian would start praying like the dickens, but with the earthquakes and sunamis and all, I think Jesus' message box is probably overflowing. I guess when I get in those kind of dire straits I'll feel less self-centered about bothering him/them.
Just as an aside: Since Jesus was only a third of a personality, i.e., father, son and Holy ghost, why is it that fundamental Christians hate Halloween so much? Don't they believe in ghosts? I'm gonna ask them about that. Along with the naked Jesus washing feet at the last supper and those shepards sleeping naked in the field by night. I know, I know; it's tending their sheep in fields by night, but I like my version better. I think I saw my version on the Internet.
After rereading what I've just written two things come to mind. First the title may be a direct result of the kind of things I've just written down. Some might say, "No wonder". And second,...I hate getting old... I can't remember...nevermind.