Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
I rarely laugh out loud while reading a book... but I did this time, several times in fact. I got some "looks" at Cici's Pizza while reading at lunchtime... oh well...
A Dirty Job A Novel
by Christopher Moore
Charlie Asher is a pretty normal guy. A little hapless, somewhat neurotic, sort of a hypochondriac. He's what's known as a Beta Male: the kind of fellow who makes his way through life by being careful and constant -- you know, the one who's always there to pick up the pieces when the girl gets dumped by the bigger/taller/stronger Alpha Male.
But Charlie's been lucky. He owns a building in the heart of San Francisco, and runs a secondhand store with the help of a couple of loyal, if marginally insane, employees. He's married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normalcy. And she, Rachel, is about to have their first child.
Yes, Charlie's doing okay for a Beta. That is, until the day his daughter, Sophie, is born. Just as Charlie -- exhausted from the birth -- turns to go home, he sees a strange man in mint-green golf wear at Rachel's hospital bedside, a man who claims that no one should be able to see him. But see him Charlie does, and from here on out, things get really weird. . . .
People start dropping dead around him, giant ravens perch on his building, and it seems that everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. Yup, it seems that Charlie Asher has been
recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but utterly necessary one:
Death. It's a dirty job. But hey, somebody's gotta do it.
"One of the antic Moore's funniest capers yet." --Kirkus Reviews
Published by William Morrow
hardcover 24.95 paperback $9.95
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The Goth Girl. Nothing totaly cool happens to you, ever! You envy Asher's position of Death. you can be a real bitch, and you aren`t afraid to admit it. but still have a small ray of affection shining through.
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Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Granted, I'm pretty much a captive audience while at the day job (I ain't goin' nowhere)... but really!
I discovered Twitter.com a couple of months ago and I was hooked. I belong to almost every social networking (more like social playing) site there is... like myspace, facebook, irovr, fubar, even Karaoke Junkies... anyway, I found twitter and it really appealed to me. Maybe the fact that I write poetry with such tight restrictions as to word count... maybe that's why I love this "social updating" where you can only use 140 characters per message. I've always seen my haiku as tiny snapshots of my mood at any given moment. Twitter.com is tiny snapshots of your life that you share with the world, or with just the people you choose.
At Twitter... you "Tweet"... that's the verb. When you post an update you are "tweeting". Each post is a "tweet" and each member is a "tweeter".
So you tweet to your peeps! If it's someone you really like... then they're "tweeties"!
And on top of that... there's twittervision! A phenomenal waste of time... but such FUN!
G Dewald writes about it here on his blog: unionstreetmedia.com
You know, I'm running out of time in the day for reading all my feeds, tweeting on twitter, blogging, and buying friends on myspace... I need more hours in the day!
hundred forty characters
ah, succinctness rules!
Friday, June 06, 2008
So many of them are having a really hard time.
I mentioned this before in my post Dichotomy.
My best buddy, C has been living a nightmare for over a year now. He's plugging along but it is so hard for him. I do what I can... but really, what can I do?
My friend T.J. has a less than favorable diagnosis and he too is living life as best he can. He's a fighter. And he has the love of his Sarah to keep him warm and he has many good friends.
Then there is my love, P.M. who is having trials and tribulations to deal with too. Being distant seems to be how P.M. deals with this particular problem. But that's not "how I roll" (if you don't mind me using the latest catch phrase). As I said yesterday... I have to FIX things. When I can't I agonize. So, again, What can I do?
I'm here for C and I'd do anything to help him.
I'm here for T.J., I listen when he wants to rant. I try to attend his karaoke gigs whenever possible... I try to be available.
And as for P.M., I love you and I'm here whenever you call and feel the need for companionship. I await your call or your email or your text... every moment of every day.
As I said in my post yesterday... I'm so very thankful to have had time with you recently and I look forward to the next time.
My life has been going so well... I only want to share it with my friends. I try to be up-beat and cheerful because I believe good vibes are so very important.
As Natalie Merchant sings: Life is Sweet!
I want you all to experience it the way I do.
I love you guys... so, so much!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
"I will see you then, thanks for everything
It's truly surprising how a simple, short email can remedy EVERY bad feeling I've been having.
I have my very own psychosis...
or perhaps it's a neurosis...
I know I have done nothing wrong.
I do go overboard at times... yes, I'm aware of that. I sometimes become, for lack of a better word, compulsive. But all in all, I don't do anything to harm anyone and I try to not annoy or bother though sometimes it's impossible to avoid completely, at least where you are concerned. Most of my time is spent trying to figure out how to FIX people. And I want to fix everything for you. Of course I know that I can't and that's the most painful part for me.
The last time I saw you was perfect... at least for ME! Time alone together. Time to just hold each other. After leaving you, I was filled with the warmest glow. You know what that was? Love... plain and simple and the knowledge that I made a difference for you, however small. I was so enthralled... I never went to sleep. Then morning came and I did something I shouldn't have. Oh it wasn't a bad thing, just ill timed. I'm sure it wasn't as earth shattering as it felt to me at the moment, not at all, a rediculous thought. But I've come to realize that I second-guess my words and actions toward you lately. How will you react to This email? What will be the consequences of calling you right now? Will I annoy you? I analyze everything.
THIS is my neurosis. Intellectually, I know that you don't react... or over react to my every word or emotion. But my soul aches to make everything better for you and when I feel I've done some little thing to make things worse, I obsess! I am learning to deal with this and not freak out... but then, you KNOW me eh?
When you sent those ten little words above... I just melted.
It don't take much, do it?