oh the weather outside is...

downright weird.
been snowing, raining, then warming up to low-mid 50s (Fahrenheit for all those keeping score in the northern regions)

but i digress.
i dont think i've eaten a single nutritious thing in the past week and a half.
and now i'm happily munching on rice crispy candy. which, by the way. is what they serve in heaven in the waiting room. y'know, the kind with peanut butter and chocolate.

and i even went to work today to make some phone calls (read - leave voicemails) to people that were just about as interested in hearing from me as i was in speaking to them.
so all's well that ended well. no blood, no foul.

and, theres a party tonight that promises to have all kinds of nonsense going on. the good kind.
i have to go make something to eat.
i think i'll make a trifle. that nasty concoction of nuts, cake, whipped cream, chocolate of all kinds, mousse, etc.
i have no idea who thought of putting cake in all that goodness, but they were wrong. dead wrong. and i'm sorry for them and their families. i dont believe in cake. but i do believe this is a good song.
i like queensryche.
i like 80s music.
there.
i've said it.
and i'm not ashamed.

so i tried my razzle dazzle move

to no avail.
ok.
i dont really have a practiced razzle-dazzle move (at least not with my male boss).
but anyway, my boss of two weeks (so far) didnt really give me much to work with.
y'know the busy-doing eight-other-things-whilst-glancing-my-way-once-or-twice-to-make-believe-he-actually-gives-a-horses-a$$-about-what-i-have-to-say bit.
needless to say, i didnt think that he was listening very well, so i just said something along the lines of "yeah, ok, mhm, alright, yeah".
and then promptly walked out the way i came in.
i think i'll try again tomorrow.
i do have a headache though.

so i ate a lot of ice cream today
again
and i will keep doing that until all of it is gone
and its good ice cream
it has raspberries in it.
five bars means my five servings of fruit!
i have this down to a science...

it's funny...

actually, it's not funny at all, to be perfectly honest.

last night i was sitting at the computer, checking out the blogs that i follow, and making comments.
so i read the the first one and cant think of anything intelligent or funny to say. then something remotely witty dawns on me. think a little more. still cant think of anything else. so i type it in and hit the button. ok. that sucked. on to the next one. same thing happens. again. only the comment is even more lame. then it happens around 10 times in a row and it dawns on me that i haven't said anything funny or witty all night.
thats not a terribly good feeling. it's kind of like blog-block but it seems worse. i mean, if you're not gonna post yourself, at least have something half decent to say on someones elses blog.

for crying out loud...

maybe i'll come up with something when i read your blog.
yes.
i'm talking about yours.

its been a long weekend

a very long one.

i did have some port though. and i forgot how much i like port. now i remember.
it drinks so easily that one tends to forget how high the alcoholic content is.
until its too late. and often by then one doesnt care.
its all very nice though.
especially in the winter.

so...

i called my boss and told him i needed to speak to him about something important and would i be able to see him.
so he says "whaddayawannatalkabout?"
what the...?!
i toyed with the idea of asking him if he knew anything about what to feed a pet gecko that was HIV positive, but thought the better of it and asked if i might have some of his time on monday morning. he graciously agreed that i could call him at 9 to set something up.
so perhaps it'll all work out in the end.
one can hope...

its raining men!

ok
well
its not
i wouldnt want that anyway
and "raining women" wouldnt have worked well in the song.
its raining ice round these here parts. i freeze my patootie off every time i walk outside. i know. i shouldnt be walking outside.
i actually went outside barefoot last night to my car to get some files i left there cause they had some sensitive info. didnt feel like putting on shoes. decided to man up! it was a dreadful mistake. i couldnt feel my feet for 10 minutes.
next time i'm gonna park by the damned fire hydrant.
so its cold and wet and yucky out. is this what england feels like? i should ask my dad. he was borned and raised there.
which reminds me! another GREAT song. ok. just my opinion folks. yes. it is from 'brother where art thou'. but the song is awesome and i can listen to it many times in a row without getting bored. and no. clooney doesnt actually sing it in the movie.
there are a few other good versions (that one is clearer and cleaner, with very good guitar work) as well.
i like the first one cause it's got the flavor and the various instruments (two distinct guitars, bass, banjo, fiddle) YEAH! and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the crowd.
i gotta get to a concert like this one day before i pack my bags for the last time.
speaking of which, i especially like the line "there is one promise that is given, i'll meet you on god's golden shore".
i might riff off that sometime...

no lie...

i just spent another 4 hours being trained.

for crying out loud... i havent had an accident in....lets just say it's been a long time.

anyway, these people are nuts.

and i have decided, that based on my training so far, and what seem to be my responsibilities, i will be asking my boss for a substantial raise after a mere 2 weeks on the job.

the only thing more ridiculous than that, would be to stay at this job with those responsibilities, at the original wages.

i havent been paid yet, and i would tell him to keep the paycheck if he's not interested in renegotiating.

i'd rather sit home and blog :)

good songs alert

every time i see the booty award on the side it reminds me.
and it's time. it's just time.
shake your bootie by KC and the sunshine band.
its not for everyone.
ahh, what the hell.
here's another good one by them.
both before i was born.
but good is good.
and with that, i bid you good evening.
i know, i know. i'm a blogging MACHINE.

so now i'm wondering....

i'm wondering if my second blog was the death knell for my first.
but i dont know what to do.
i love poetry and it seems to come more willingly than anything else.
define anything else.
ok.
anything but poetry.
anyway...

listened to a 3 and 1/2 hour presentation at work
i thought i felt my brain leaking out of my ears near the end
then they asked me if i wanted to stay for, oh, say, anther hour or so to finish up. i said thanks, i'll hear the rest tomorrow. i near to get some ear plugs. for the noise, and to make sure i dont lose any gray matter.

its the hap-happiest time, of the YEA-A-A-AR....
folded some laundry
going bowling tonight

further bulletins as events warrant

and for good measure...

j. cosmo newbery asks on his site if you had a do-over button you could push for one event in your life, which would it be.
it never ceases to amaze me, how, the things in life that i might hit the button for invariably are those that i didnt do, as opposed to the ones i did do.
i mean there are things i would love to take back and change and whatnot. but its always the things i didnt do that i regret most.

another weekend

its not blog-block if it happens every time you sit at the computer. theres got to be another name for it.
but anyway...

drank too much wine. again. yes. there is, in fact such a thing as too much. but ok. it was good wine. merlot, cab, and a pinot that i wasnt very fond of but was forced to try under threat of severe bodily harm. my brother in law is a snobby ass. and he wants to know the name of my blog. ha!
and that was all friday night. woke up this morning with something of a dry mouth and a headache, but i dutifully visited the grandparents.
scintillating stuff!
all the news that fits, i print.
better luck tomorrow.

welcoming myself YET AGAIN ! (poetry n' stuff...)

ok.
now i have two blogs.
the second one is for poetry and writing stuff.
i kind of needed to do it.
we'll see how it goes.
its on my dashboard or profile thingy (whatever it's called)
those aren't crickets i hear, are they...?

another soup recipe...

3 beef knuckle bones. (ask the butcher for them. lovely things they are.)
5 cloves of garlic.
2 medium-sized onions
a handful of ground spelt
a handful of whole spelt kernels (go to your local health food store)
handful of barley
gallon of water
boil like hell
add some water and boil some more
eat with some thinly sliced toasted bread.
drizzle some flaxseed oil over the toasted bread if you want to be good to your brain.

ok
i've done it
another soup recipe
let the comments begin...

something blue, something new....

my dad got into a car accident since the last time we convened. which is a large part of why i've been absent. he was walking across the street minding his own business and WHAM! the MF hits him. he rolls up the hood and plants his shoulder through the windshield. he is a tough SOB, and i'm glad he's ok, more or less. fractured his fibula, and got banged up all over. now he's getting around with a walker.
the other part of my absence is due to the fact that i got a part time job. woohoo. hard to contain my enthusiasm. but i'll try to tone it down. it may even be contagious (the enthusiasm. no one else wants this job). who knows...
anyway.......
i'm toying with the idea of starting a second blog. this may be a cardinal sin and particularly for the neophyte such as myself. but i do want to write some poetry and get some feedback. and this blog doesnt seem to be the proper forum. this is supposed to be for....well....i dont know what its called, but it aint poetry. so i'm thinking i'll just start a second blog that y'all can take a peek at if that sort of thing suits your fancy.
ok. now on to checking your comments since my temporary departure.

back to the song thing

ok.
first of all, this song is absolutely worth a listening to (or 15)
kenny wayne sheppard can play the guitar like few others
and the lyrics are great
and the vocals are great

second, i am colorblind (as many men are. few women. dont know for sure why that is. although i can think of a few reasons.) so my comments in color might not be as manly as, say, the booty award. but thats how it goes.

on to the song.


Blue On Black

Night falls, I'm alone
Skin, chilled to the bone
You... turned and you ran
Slipped right from my hands nice.

Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire each line in this chorus is a piece of work. LOVE IT!!!!
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black

Blind, now I see
Truth lies, and in between
Wrongs can't be undone
Slipped from the tip of your tongue
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black
Blue... on... black...


crap. i didnt do much commenting. ok. so then this blog is just to introduce y'all to a GREAT song.

the end. by robert louis stevenson.
(my mother always says that. i dont know why.)

7 things about me.

maybe i'll keep doing this when i dont have material (which seems to happen VERY often).

ok. so i dont know how to do the thing where you write HERE and it its a link. so i'm technologically deficient. but i did take the idea from http://cinnamonandhoney.blogspot.com/ . and made myself "it" in this eternal game of blog-tag. "7 things about me".

ahem...

1. as i mentioned before, i'm not very technologically savvy. savvy?

2. i like split pea soup. a lot.

3. chrissmiss-time is the best time of year because of the candy canes.

4. i have a prodigious collection of colognes. then i give a bunch away cause who needs that many. and then i smell a few that i MUST buy. this has been going on for a number of years.

5. i've had a coin collection and a cap collection and a watch collection and a sticker collection and a guitar collection at various times in my life.

6. i'm afraid of dying.

7. i remember most songs that i hear once.

this was a lot of fun. thanks to the aforementioned blog for the idea.

pop, pop, fizz, fizz.....

thats what my dad always says after a day like yesterday. i wasnt alive when they aired that commercial. but its a family tradition nonetheless.

*sigh......*

i guess it was worth it. but this is the time of year where i get to thinking about going vegan for the rest of my natural life. i mean, do they feel as bloated and rotund as their carnivorous bretheren? i wonder...
and, i dont think i've ever eaten a leftover after the big T. i'm sure that puts me in a very small minority. but i cant see eating anything that i ate in such copious quantities the day before. its even nauseating to think about.
but some wine. yes. i think some wine is in order. i think wine is always in order. go figure...

thankful for....

i was just thinking about it. and i concluded that i am most thankful for hope and for possibility. without those two, i'd be dead. or very much want to be.

in the immortal words of forrest gump "thats all i have to say about that".

bowling

there. now THAT'S a topic thats bound to get everyone's attention... so i went bowling. on the eve of thanksgiving. (yes. i was wearing my mets cap. yes. it was on backwards.) a rather motley crew we were (yep. good band. i know its crue. with the funny thingy on top of the "U". dont you all scream at me), but fun was had all around. i like bowling. dont go that often. but it seems to be something that just lends itself to relaxing the mind. i need to relax my mind more often. too much swirling going around in there....

anyway, now its late. so i should be heading off to bed soon. with my new pillow. did you know polyester had a memory? well, niether did i. but apparently this pillow remembers. i hope it doesnt tell. i would be mortified...

for CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!!

i have nothing to say. absolutely nothing. i think it comes from reading other peoples' blogs and consequently developing an unhealthy blogging inferiority complex.

crap.

i think i'll go knit a scarf...

to boot or not to boot....

i bought the pair anyway. without consulting all of you. oh well. perhaps that was a mistake. we shall see. i'm afraid it may snow though. then i'll be in deep....well....snow.... and i dont like the sloshy-cold-wet-feet feeling. i do like a good snowball fight. i have always liked sledding. never liked building snowmen though. nope. not even as a younger child. i have no idea why. that does sound disturbing. perhaps i shall have to visit a psychoanalyst... or maybe a cup of applespice tea. i'll try the latter first...

new year's resolutions already ?

well. yes. i was just at a local supermarket shopping for dinner supplies/ingredients. my tally was rung up and the register spat out my receipt as well as a coupon for cottonelle toilet paper. and it said on it, "be kind to your behind". so i resolved right then and there, that although it was a bit early, this was something i thought i could handle for the duration of the year to come. and hopefully many in the future... i will also try to be kind to other parts of my body as well as other residents of this planet. but i will leave that for another post...

not sure about the song idea....

the whole thing with commenting about the lyrics. not sure if its too cliche'.... anyway, i think i'll start with leonard cohen's hallelujah. it's been covered by rufus wainwright and jeff buckely, among others. but the point is, that this is simply a piece of genius. period. that having been said, let me introduce (or reintroduce) the lyrics.

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played,and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift the fall is minor, the lift, major...
The baffled king composing Hallelujah despite his being baffled, he still composes. i can just see his face. baffled. but composing nevertheless. digging into himself. searching. "The" halleuja. finding the essence being expressed in spite of himself. we often create things that we had no intention of creating. i'm referring to the nicer ones here. the ones that, had we been trying, perhaps we would have never created.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair she destroyed you and took your strength. but that wasn't enough.
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah hallelujah. the very essence.

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you. wasn't great, but i managed. it was ok.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah i'm not even going to defile this line up with a comment. too late. i did. but it deserves attention nonetheless. and it is. a cold and broken Hallelujah...doesnt make love any less beautiful though.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know but not anymore. it got stale. and old.
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah in our togetherness we had found the essence.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain that i've touched something that shouldnt have been disturbed
I don't even know the name but i was just being me. nothing intentionally disturbed or touched.
But if I did, well really, what's it to you? you've gone. you dont care anymore. so why does it bother you?
There's a blaze of light In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard all the essences are ultimately the same
The holy or the broken Hallelujah the juxtaposition of holy and broken is brilliant.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch wow. wow. wow.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you it wasnt intentional like you thought it was.
And even though It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah a life lived the best way i knew how. amazing. this last stanza just rips my guts out and stomps on them. but what can i do...

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

ok. so thats that. i'm still getting the chills. it doesnt seem fair for one song to have so much, but what can you do, right? and yes. i know there are a lot of religious overtones in here and one would better understand the song if they knew the biblical origins of some of the lines, but its not that important. there's too much here (aside from those references) to even bother arguing about those few lines. this didnt work out the way i had planned. perhaps i wont do it again. we shall see...

but that last stanza. whew.

cyrano de bergerac

i'm not sure that the gods of the blogoshpere (wheresover they may reside) will forgive me for this glaring omission. but what can i do. i am repentant. that is all i can do. the greatest play of all time. period. we can fight about it if youd like.... what a timeless piece of art.
ok.
now.
is there any rule about how many times you can post per day without looking like an absolute idiot that has nothing else to do. i wonder....i am curious. this is obviously my forst foray into the blogoshpere. please bear with me (i say to the millions of followers....).

what shall i do...

so. i have no idea how to get people to read this and comment on it. and isnt that the whole i dea of this thing? i find it far easier to read what others write elsewhere and comment on it. and some of it turns out well. but i still dont know how to begin something here.....ARGH....i shall have to be content with doing that (commenting on others' until i figure out how to jump-start this thing on my own...
aha! i have figured it out! i shall do what i dreamed of doing a bazillion times. at least i think i will. i'm gonna take a lyric i like from a song that i like and pivot off of that. but thats not entirely true. i have actually heard many lines/lyrics that i like quite a bit in songs that i dont like one bit at all. its a lesson in life about a person or a situation that has a redeeming quality to it/them that justifies their entire existence in your life. i dont pretend to sound presumptuous enough to consider my justification the purpose of anothers' existence. i mean their existence in my life blah blah blah. i hope i am making some sense to would-be readers. but seeing as i dont have any yet, i shall have to be content with making sense to myself. and so far i do. so, Hallelujah! (which by the way will probably be a subject for many days to come. yikes! what a song....)

choosing a template....

has been much harder than choosing a name or whatever other decisions i had to make to start this blog. well anyway, after no further ado, here i am. what? that's it? no applause or flowers or anything ?! for crying out loud... i guess i'll have to be content with amusing myself. and this may be just what the dr ordererd.