eight and a half

Tagged by Kat:

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and that they should read your blog.

Eight and a Half Songs I Like to Sing:

1. A Man You Don't Meet Everyday by the Pogues

2. The Storms Are on the Ocean by the Carter Family

3. Danny Boy

4. Today Has Been a Lonesome/Fucked Up Day by Beck/Woodie Guthrie

5. Are You All Alone by Flatt and Scruggs

6. You Were Meant For Me from Singing in the Rain

7. Ask by The Smiths

8. Son of a Gun by The Vaselines

8.5 La donna è mobile by Verdi (this gets a half because I only know the first four words and maybe like the first 50 notes)

I tag Tamara, Marcus, and Anne.

cake day

Today is one of those days when I could use a big slice of cake.

Not actual cake, but the kind of fluffy, warm, sweet goodness that dissipates dreariness just resting on your tongue.

Do you know what I mean? I don't really want cake. I want love, peace, acceptance, joy.

That's not too much to ask is it?

prolonged

I'm so tired.

We've been moving piecemeal for almost a month now. Why did we do it this way? I can't remember. It seemed like a good idea at the time. In fact, I might've even thought, "Transitioning slowly from the old place to the new will ease the stress of moving."

Wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong.

The correct answer is: "Transistioning slowly will prolong the stress of moving."

Thankfully, the light at the end of the tunnel is speeding rapidly in our direction in the form of a big white truck and our only two broad shouldered, big armed friends. God bless you, you meaty angels.

We finish tomorrow. Huzzah!

Then there'll be cleaning. The mini-maintenance/wipe up clean holds no interest for me, but I love cleaning really filthy things. Thus, I am excited about this up and coming opportunity.

back in the saddle

OK, I'm sort of back in the saddle here but too tired to think. Sorry charlies.

people are people

People.


Do we have to?


Cuz honestly I'd rather pass.


I mean, people are lovely and all. They're, ya know, human and fallible. Warm. Unpredictable. Fascinating creatures.

But really how unpleasant they are in the end. And in the beginning.


And the middle.


I don't mean you, of course, dear readers. Dear friends, family, and loved ones. You don't count as people.


Nothing personal. In the dictionary sense of the word, you are in fact "people." But in the Zen Imbecile sense of the word, this label does not apply. In the Zen Imbecile Compendiumm of Neuroses and Related Disorders, the label "people" applies to vast majority of human beings who, if they have thoughts about us at all, have at least a 50-50 chance of thinking 50% or more unpleasant ones.


People include:


* drivers
* cashiers & other retail personnel
* various passersby
* citizens of foreign nations
* fellow travelers in said foreign nations
* gym, yoga, and/or running trail practicioners
* the homeless
* government employees & politicians

In other words, these are human beings with whom we typically spend almost no time who, if they think any thing about us at all, are likely to think pleasant ones based solely on our appearance or on something completely beyond our control like a facial expression we make that reminds them of their grandmother. Thankfully, whatever impression we do make is short-lived because we spend a maximum of an hour or two with most "people" and more often than not our exchanges with them last five minutes or less.

Phew!

That is not to say that I believe the vast majority of "people" are unpleasant, in and of themselves. No, indeed, "people" being what they are, they are warm, fallible, etc etc.

But I've intentionally left out one category of "people" who qualify as prolonged-contact "people" - neighbors.