Monday, June 30, 2008

tiny fantasies...

I hear a knock on the door, you're standing there.
I know you're too busy, I know you're on your way home, I know you have a schedule to keep... but there you are.  When I open the door, you grab me and kiss me.
A long warm hug and a whisper in my ear, "I have to go, just needed to see you"

and then you're gone and I'm ever so much happier...

backdrop of anguish...

short lived, that feeling
be it gratitude or love
pales against your pain

Monday, June 16, 2008

Book of the day... Christopher Moore

This has to be the most hysterical book I've read in a long time.
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.

Praise for A Dirty Job
"Dizzyingly inventive and hypnotically engaging, A Dirty Job is . . . like no other book I've ever read." --Gregory Maguire, author of Wicked and Son of a Witch

"One of the antic Moore's funniest capers yet." --Kirkus Reviews

ISBN: 0060590270

Published by William Morrow

hardcover 24.95 paperback $9.95

What character from "A Dirty Job" are you?


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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Thursday, June 12, 2008

I got your Tweet... Right here!

OH MY GOD! Like I needed another thing to eat up my time!
Granted, I'm pretty much a captive audience while at the day job (I ain't goin' nowhere)... but really!

I discovered 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. 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"!
Got it?

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:

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!

your life, all wrapped up
hundred forty characters
ah, succinctness rules!

Friday, June 06, 2008

something in the water??

I'd like to know just what the hell is going on with my friends lately.

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...
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

breathtakingly simple...

"I will see you then, thanks for everything

Love you"

My Love,

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?

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Patsy Cline-ish...

So, would you like to hear one of my karaoke songs?? Well then, click here: