So, all's well that ends well.
Somewhere the sun is shining, the sheep are grazing peacefully in the meadow and an owl is contentedly munching on a field mouse, who clearly is getting the short end of the proverbial stick in this particular idyll. It just shows that you can't please everybody or that mice are notorious for chosing the wrong neighbourhoods. I'm not really sure.
Somewhere the sun is shining, the sheep are grazing peacefully in the meadow and an owl is contentedly munching on a field mouse, who clearly is getting the short end of the proverbial stick in this particular idyll. It just shows that you can't please everybody or that mice are notorious for chosing the wrong neighbourhoods. I'm not really sure.
I can usually think of something funny to write here at least once a month, although the people who are amused could probably all take a very comfortable trip together in a Volkswagen beetle; not a highly marketable skill and Hollywood's silence seems very much like like tacit agreement.
These days, I'm thinking less about humour and a great deal about my very fine friend Paul whom I know from this site. His fortieth birthday present from the universe has been cancer which the doctors do not expect to cure, and I have no idea where to file this news in my head.
Every once in a while we come across someone who seems like a little slice of the world we wish we actually lived in; the one that the future was supposed to bring, in which people are civilized, intelligent, thoughtful and caring, and probably a lot more fun as well. It's the one in which dogs don't eat dogs and we don't think in terms of us and "the other" and no-one wants to get us before we can get them; that world. That's where I've always imagined this young man belongs.
Paul has promised to enjoy himself a great deal from now on and as I haven't heard from him in a few days, I'm going to assume that he's having too much fun to be thinking of me. This might not be too difficult, but let's not go there. In the meantime, he expects to be around for some time and I can only hope he gets really, really lucky and beats the odds; as lucky as I feel for joining a slightly silly website and discovering a few special people thanks to whom a lot of things have been looking a great deal brighter. I only wish it were possible to share luck.
These days, I'm thinking less about humour and a great deal about my very fine friend Paul whom I know from this site. His fortieth birthday present from the universe has been cancer which the doctors do not expect to cure, and I have no idea where to file this news in my head.
Every once in a while we come across someone who seems like a little slice of the world we wish we actually lived in; the one that the future was supposed to bring, in which people are civilized, intelligent, thoughtful and caring, and probably a lot more fun as well. It's the one in which dogs don't eat dogs and we don't think in terms of us and "the other" and no-one wants to get us before we can get them; that world. That's where I've always imagined this young man belongs.
Paul has promised to enjoy himself a great deal from now on and as I haven't heard from him in a few days, I'm going to assume that he's having too much fun to be thinking of me. This might not be too difficult, but let's not go there. In the meantime, he expects to be around for some time and I can only hope he gets really, really lucky and beats the odds; as lucky as I feel for joining a slightly silly website and discovering a few special people thanks to whom a lot of things have been looking a great deal brighter. I only wish it were possible to share luck.
A friend of mine is distressed by people killing each other over religion. I'm in complete agreement with him. I can think of much better reasons for killing one another than religion; for instance there's being resoundingly beaten at tennis, or burning the toast repeatedly, even after being warned. We all have our breaking points and woe betide those who would tread carelessly. You reap what you sow.
For heaven's sakes, I'm being silly, so no hate mail please, unless you really feel it's necessary for your sense of well-being. We all have off days, so I must be entitled to mine. Thank you. Thank you very much.
(I think I'm channelling Elvis.)
For heaven's sakes, I'm being silly, so no hate mail please, unless you really feel it's necessary for your sense of well-being. We all have off days, so I must be entitled to mine. Thank you. Thank you very much.
(I think I'm channelling Elvis.)
Saw a movie last night called There Will Be Blood.
Boring, pretentious, pointless, and no blood to speak of; highly recommended for lovers of that particular genre. For others, it can boast of the significant virtue of finite length, and I can admit to feeling a touch of elation when the end credits were shown. Analogous to striking one's head against an unyielding surface, but still preferable for not causing swelling or permanent physical injury.
Fortunately managed to take my mind off the experience with a dreadful meal in an unattractive restaurant. With harsh lighting.
See, the universe can be merciful.
Addendum: The movie theatre, sited in a prime downtown location, apparently opened one week ago. Occupying three or four stories and lavishly finished in concrete, painted in varying shades of grey, it is a feast for the senses. The underground parking garage decor is enhanced by sensitively detailed signage upon which a designer must have lavished well over half an hour of careful effort. Popcorn, priced at $6.50 for the smallest size, provided some reassurance that profit has not been completely neglected as a priority and raises hope that this joyous entity may prosper and enrich many lives in the years to come.
Boring, pretentious, pointless, and no blood to speak of; highly recommended for lovers of that particular genre. For others, it can boast of the significant virtue of finite length, and I can admit to feeling a touch of elation when the end credits were shown. Analogous to striking one's head against an unyielding surface, but still preferable for not causing swelling or permanent physical injury.
Fortunately managed to take my mind off the experience with a dreadful meal in an unattractive restaurant. With harsh lighting.
See, the universe can be merciful.
Addendum: The movie theatre, sited in a prime downtown location, apparently opened one week ago. Occupying three or four stories and lavishly finished in concrete, painted in varying shades of grey, it is a feast for the senses. The underground parking garage decor is enhanced by sensitively detailed signage upon which a designer must have lavished well over half an hour of careful effort. Popcorn, priced at $6.50 for the smallest size, provided some reassurance that profit has not been completely neglected as a priority and raises hope that this joyous entity may prosper and enrich many lives in the years to come.
I keep seeing TV commercials talking about something called "reptile dysfunction." Not only that but vast numbers of junk email arrives almost daily offering to help me with the very same "problem." Now, I probably like snakes and lizards more than most people, but when did their problems, whatever they are, become mine? I must be getting old because the world just seems to get more weird with each passing day.
