grayness

... although I must say, in contravention of Mr. Buffett's stated wishes, that given certain soon-to-be residents, Nashville doesn't seem like such a bad choice. For someone who had to go somewhere, anyway.


I've been rather tired lately. Seems to be getting better, bit by bit.
Yep. Caffeine is my friend, I guess.

So. I shall steal a story this evening. It's been years since I read it, so I will just do my own short and simple version.

Once upon a time there was a dog. A scotch terrier, actually. He had lived in the city all his life, with his owner. All he had ever known were humans and dogs... and the occasional cat.

But one...
Read More

Five Rapid Fire Questions:

1) Who are you?

2) What do you want?

3) Where did you come from?

4) How did you get here?

5) When will you ask me questions of your own?

Bonus points for smart-assery.

Yes, I am grading this.



Hi ho, hi ho, etc.

Underworld

So luck was wished, but none was found
And now you're living underground-
But to be fair, it has been said
You rank no less than do the dead.
Down among the dust and shades
You sort your jewels into grades
Seeking one that isn't glass,
And so let hope and fear both pass,
And think of tales that, starting out,
Led to brighter...
Read More

I dreamed the start of an episode from Firefly last night. It involved returning a lost kid home, a hot-air balloon ride gone wrong, and a sermon that was suspiciously too good...

Unfortunately, I woke up right as the questions were getting interesting. Well, actually Claw decided he wanted to be fed an hour earlier than usual. Oh well. Kids will be kids, furry or...
Read More

So much, so little, so far, so fast-
As we make the future past.
So long, so lost, so dead, so gone:
And now we've passed the future on.

I'll be taking Friday off, and taking Claw in for a vet trip, just to have him checked out. I figure at his age, it's a good idea to do bloodwork every four or five months.

So four day weekend, woo hoo!

But now Claw is telling me that it is time to get him fed. And no doubt Fang will want to mooch off...
Read More

Chorus:
Do you like the words you write?
Do you write them late at night?
Did you write them on the bus?
Will you share them soon with us?

I do not like the words I write.
I wrote at dawn and not at night.
I did not write them on the bus.
And that is that. No further fuss!

Chorus:
Could you write then,...
Read More

As I run now for the door
This feels as if it's come before:
One or two, or maybe three
Days since I've been truly free-
These days all pressed from some same mold
With no story to be told...
Beyond what these plain words may hold.