i'm back...
I know, you're thrilled.
I went outside and, rather than smoking a cigarette, smoked a pipeful of some wonderful herbal smoking mixture that I obtained from the local herbalist. It is a mixture of interesting things that is based upon the traditional smoking mixture of the native americans of the plains, of which I am, partially, descended. I am one sixteenth Blackfoot. My father was one eighth Blackfoot. He looked it. I do not. I inherited the love of the natural world that seemed to escape him. I feel lucky for that. I wish he had known that spark. He might have wanted to live longer. I shall say no more.
Oh, shit, I think I'm going to try to get profound here. Sorry...
I think that, the older I get, the more I live within the Yin-Yang. I think that, without any influence on my behalf, I have come to realize that I need to appreciate the things I don't like, in order to further like the things I do. The need for balance is incredible, almost disturbing. I love the dark. However, I can't fully appreciate the dark without knowing what can be seen in the light. I love the quiet, but can't appreciate the quiet without knowing what the noise I hate is. I love letting my fantacies run amok, but the realities are what make them as special as they are. I stand still while I move, I run without moving. I think without thinking. I just am. I think that herbal smoking mixture does more than taste good.
I think I need to drop this subject...
I wish I had another bottle of wine. I wish I had Allan Rickman's wardrobe from the Harry Potter films. I wish I had something interesting to say...
I'm going to give it up, I think. Listen to some music. Sit in the light of a single candle and stare off into the darkness at the edge of the light... you can't imagine what dances there...
Sorry for boring you. Have a wonderful night.




pearls before swine...

let it rain...
life in a bag... i reach into it and pull out...
nothing special. and that's fine with me...
we went to the movies this afternoon to see The Day After Tomorrow. Great sfx. Sappy story. Gross leftist/radical-enviromentalist overtones. Luckily, Dennis Quaid was able to rise above that and put another good acting job under his belt. I really like him as an actor. I really enjoyed him in Enemy Mine and Frequency. Highly underrated talent. He could have pulled off Harrison Ford's role in the Raider's trilogy, in my opinion. I wonder if he was offered the role?
On a lighter note, I have the better part of a bottle of Frey red table wine in me, so pardon me if I wander a bit. Sometimes I forget to take advantage of what this blog is really for, sometimes I try to get a bit too profound. I am not a profound person. I'm pretty much just a regular guy. I just happen to have long hair, wear black, odd clothes and wear black fingernail polish (as occasion warrants) and have a slightly dark and definitly tilted perspective on things. I spent most of the day running stupid errands, designing a new tin ceiling layout for our kitchen and watching an Addams Family marathon on TV Land. I took Sheba, the Hound from Heck for a walk. I chased the ever burgeoning family of wild rabbits out of the garden. I worried about what my daughters were doing and if they were ok. I paid some bills. I cleaned Tiger the Cat's litter box. I worried about my wife driving to and from her high school's graduation in the rain. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I'm getting old, which is ok. I don't mind taking stock of that once in a while. I live a good life. I appreciate everything and everyone around me. I don't mind staring mortality in the face once in a while, it's a good thing to do... it concentrates the mind. I drank alot of coffee. Smoked a cigar. I looked in the refrigerator fifteen or twenty times to see if there was anything interesting to eat, or is something magically appeared since the last time I looked... nothing did.
Went to the movies with Cathy after she got home. Spent most of the movie looking at her out of the side of my eye, thinking about how beautiful she is. Remembered that the first movie we went to see together was A Clockwork Orange. Came home, cracked this bottle of wine and here I am. It's cold and dreary outside. It feels more like October than June. I like October. I was born in October. Maybe when I die, it will be in October. It's a good time of year to begin and end things. Sort of halfway between the end of the current year and beginning of the new year.
I'm going to take a short break, go pee, pour some more wine and smoke a cigarette... I'll be back later.



pearls before swine...

and...
today is our 27th wedding anniversary. I just can't imagine putting up with me for all those years... thanks, Slim, I really love you.
pearls before swine...

good bye, mr. president...

all in all, you were a pretty up-front guy.
pearls before swine...

interesting commentary...
on the South African goth scene...
thanks, Darchangels.
pearls before swine...

tit for tat...
so, Erin's posting pictures of goth in the making...
for your amusement and amazement...

Sad Old Goth... circa 1972.
This is right before I left for San Diego and the fabled love affair with "she who lived over the luncheonette...".
maybe this was a bad idea...


pearls before swine...

damn it...
my computer is all fucked up again. all the web pages are twice the size they normally are. this happened once before... I had to hose the hard drive and re-install the operating system and Windows in order to fix it. this blows.
on the up side, Herve is home from NBA Draft camps for a few days. He surprised us by showing up at Cathy's sister's Memorial Day party on Sunday. It was fun, having him, my daughters and their boyfriends all together and partying. He heads back tomorrow for more workouts with more teams. June 24th is coming up fast.
I'm on the verge of burnout. I hope I can hold out until the end of the month; NBA Draft at Madison Square Garden on the 24th, then drive all night to Pittsburgh for Monster Bash! Three days of classic horror films, old friends and new ones. It's always a great time.
Just finished dinner. Summertime dinners are interesting - hot dogs, steak, mashed potatoes, pepper shooters and Murphy's Irish Stout. URRRRRRRRRRRP!
Gotta run, the Pacers and Pistons are on. Gotta suck up on B-Ball while I can.
later.
pearls before swine...

happy memorial day...

actually, I took this picture on the Fourth of July about fifteen or so years ago at the restored village of Allaire in New Jersey, but I think it's so patriotic.
pearls before swine...