Work Based Thought of the day

This is a thought that only works for women (for reasons soon to be obvious):

 

Whenever a celebrity you think is hot turns out to be gay (provided its male and you swing that way), just remember.

 

This means no other girl will have him either. :)

This has been your 'Mr. Brightside' Moment.

Autumn Rains

Its rainy today, out here in the valley.  The mists clings to the ground like a blanket, cloaking everything in just a bit of magic and mystery.    Its been this way the last couple of days, each morning bringing either a blanket of fog, or the misty sheets of rain making the distant mountains fade into mere shadows.   In these times the valley is even more enclosing, more homelike.

 

Its on days like these that I am loathe to leave the valley, to head out to the more 'civilized' areas of the world.  Out into Mount Vernon, and Burlington.  Even Sedro Woolley is too close to the clash and clamour of the outside world on days like these.   Deep in the valley, days like these are silent, every sound muffled.  Even the crow of the roosters in the yard sound like distant.

 

On days like these, the world is far away.   And while I'm at work, surrounding by the harsh glare of florescent lights, the music of today that clashes so hard against the place my heart lives, I'm still a little more at peace inside.  I know that tonight, the mists will remain, and the silent green of the valley awaits me.

 

Home is the place your soul rests.

A day...

Yeah, today ain't the hottest day on the planet.   Its generally been kind of blah and unpleasant, I've discovered a bevy of earlier mistakes I made at work.  My only vindication is that of the 2 pages of errors, not all of them are mine, and in fact, some of them are my co-workers.  (She who rarely makes errors. :) )

 

Then I call home and discover that my darling Zahrah's new/used video card may have just bit the big one.   This is me being a pessimist, but it doesn't sound good.  

 

In short,   I'm vaguely bummed,  I'm a little stressed, and I wanna go home.. *sniffle*

 

One of lifes little ironies.

So I'm sitting here at work this morning, and for some reason this stray thought crosses my mind.

 

"Ya know, if that overzealous person hadn't shot Larry Flynt, he'd be dead by now."

 

Now, I'm a big supporter of Flynt and his work, not that I particularly care for his magazine, but the fact that he's one of the Porn gods gives him a special place in the warm cockles of my heart.  He's also one of the reasons we have such a free and flourishing adult entertainment industry.. Yes, this means I approve of him.  Say what ya like.

 

But the point of the matter.

 

His wife died of AIDS after he was shot, a bullet which, incidentally, removed his ability to engage in conjugal <sp?> relations with her.  (They weren't monogamous).   Because of this, he never contracted AIDS from her.  She's long since passed from the world, and Larrys alive and relatively well.

 

That bullet saved his life.. Congratulations dumbass.

 

This has been your random thought for the day.

The gods have listened..

Today, I learned that the gods *DO* occasionally listen to us puny mortals.

 

 

Behold, the Payday Avalanche..  Take a payday candy bar, dip it in chocolate...

 

Yum...

 

 

That is all.

I live.. No really.

    Hey folks, I know its been a long time since I've written here.  Life has been a combination of crazy busy, and too lazily good to.. well.. write about. :)   Things are happy here, a little more so every day.  This weekend past I wound up sick as a dog...  Now isn't that an interesting phrase?  When was the last time you saw a truely ill dog as a normal thing?  Anyway...

 

    I did however get to truly see a wonderful new side of Zahrah this weekend past as I was lying in a wretched fever and exhausted beyond all recognition.  She took wonderful care of me, offering every time I stirred in my sleep throughout the night to get up and get me anything I needed.  (In her sleep I might add, she only remembers asking once).

 

    And then when I had to stay home from work, no grief, no lamenting the loss of money, even briefly.  Just agreeing it was a good idea to help me rest and recover so I didn't get sicker.  She truly is a wonderful caretaker, and I'm lucky to have her.  As everyone (and I do mean everyone) who has met her who knew me previously has said.  I can't express to anyone how lucky I am.  I love her *SO* much, and its so easy to do.

 

    Anyway, I do need to end this here, but wanted t'let y'all know I'm still alive.

 

Ciao