Partial to Grey

Bedroom Toys

"I saw the bedroom toys
Now I'm stalling
I can't believe my eyes
I saw the bedroom toys
Now I'm crawling
I learn to improvise"
~~ Duran Duran -  "Bedroom Toys" - from "Astronaut"

A companion in my madness

"So if you ask me
How do I fell inside
I could honestly tell you
We've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me
Have some free time some day
With all good intention
I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw"
~~ Marillion - "That time of the night""
~~ from "Clutching at Straws"

Sweeter/sweetest

Pretty much everything has been crap for me lately... even by my standards. At the rate things have been going, if I were to be given a ton of pure gold free and clear, the species would as a matter of pure coincidence, collectively decide that gold was no longer a "precious metal". Yeah, it's been like that.

As most of the readers of this site probably know, Christina and I have been working toward our first-ever vacation. We were scheduled to take a three week vacation to New Zealand this November. NZ is also currently on the top of our list of potential destinations for our eventual emigration (noting that we haven't been there... yet). However due to the extraordinary pressure of our day-gigs we had to postpone our trip by about six months to extricate it from "hurricane season". Sigh.

I don't really want to go into the details of this because it is just stupid annoying stuff and it isn't fun to either read or type. But it is integral to explaining the cool part of this post. Also, for my friends that have been checking this blog to keep tabs on why they haven't been hearing from me, this is a cheap half-assed way to tell them all that I appreciate the comments and occasional emails and I'm sorry I haven't brought Babble-on back online or been... well... anywhere doing anything. I've just been struggling to hang in there lately and I haven't had any free time to speak of. Also I lost quite a bit of email in the series of computer disasters that included my PowerBook's internal hard drive and the external drive that contained my backup(s). Sigh again. Babble-on will return as soon as I can finish updating the code. I was nearly finished when I lost my PB and my PB's backup.

But back to the semi-point... Because of the vacation-shift both Christina and I had to use some of our leave so that it wouldn't be retracted by the corporation that employs us at the end of the calendar year. Not that it is terribly bad timing because we are both overwhelmed and exhausted by our day-gigs. Last week Christina took off and I'm spending next week in the studio. Of course since we are overwhelmed at our day-gig as a duo, it shouldn't take much imagination to conclude that doing the job solo while the other is on leave is excruciating. Yeah... 'nother sigh.

But now that I've typed up the bare minimum background for the next part... I'll stop whining and get to the "point".

On most mornings I eat a bowl of healthy-type breakfast cereal. It is one of the easier steps toward getting a diet under control, methnks. Also it isn't too difficult a habit to cultivate. But when I go into the studio for an extended session, like the one that begins this Saturday morning, I usually try to snag a box of some sugary children's cereal; just a little treat. I have a tendency to increase my work-outs during these sessions so the trade-off isn't too damaging. <grin>

However we've been so damned busy and generally spent that I forgot to even mention it before Christina made her weekly grocery run on Wednesday night. But when I was carrying in the groceries upon her return last night the first thing I noticed was that she had bought me a box of Count Chocula for my forthcoming week. <giggle - grin - shux>

Despite the fact that I forgot to request it, and while more than a little overwhelmed herself, she actually thought about this silly little habit and remembered to buy me my unusual sugar-fix.

That's the sweetest thing that anyone has done for me in quite some time.

Remember: Every bag of Doritos has a silver lining.

The ashes of flares

This was the scene that greeted Christina upon her arrival home last night. She was instructed to drive through the neighbor's yard since the fire truck was in our lane.

It appears to have been an accident on the road in front of the Compound. After hanging out in our yard for a while as the coppers directed traffic a tow truck arrived and brought the festivities to fruition.

The flares are still lying in our lane.

Neko

"The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain"
~~ Neko Case - "Star Witness"
~~ "Fox Confessor Brings the Flood" 

S.I.N.

"The king with the tiny scepter gets petty jealous of his queen
he outlaws the art for which she wets her panties
and proclaims it all obscene
She starts making eyes at the jester
Oh! What'll the poor king do?
He declares adultery eternally evil
tiny scepters are nothing new"
~~ "S.I.N." - Church Of Chaos - Snow White & the Seven Deadly Sins

The healing power of Boobies

She walked in, paused and looked at me. I could see the empathy in her eyes. I've chosen in retrospect to think of it as "empathy" instead of "pity". I felt lost, empty, numb, devoid of hope and terribly familiar with the sensations.

"Boy," she said as she shook her head slightly without breaking eye contact, "your life really sucks."

"To be fair," I sighed, the words requiring unexpected effort, "it's never really been mine."

"Hug?" she asked opening her arms.

"Yeah," I replied "but can we make it a topless one? Methinks I need the healing power of Boobies."

Another random quote from the Buffyverse

"No! It's an omen! It's a higher power trying to tell me, through bunnies, that we're all going to die!"
~~ Anya Jenkins (Emma Caulfield) - "The Gift" - Season 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer