pyratwilly

Oh thank holy jeebus christ on a fucking popsicle cross that it finally rained.

I know I'm in the minority here - but I was ready for the rain to come. And I was sick of the weathermen playing with my emotions.

I just noticed the other night that one of the local PDX weathermen has a "Rate the Day" feature where on the evening news they rate the day that has just passed on a scale of 1-10. I find this funny, because I want to see how they take it when we get to January and it's been overcast, cold, and rainy for 3 straight weeks, and all the forecast shows is more of the same.
Some dissheveled-looking weatherman with his tie loosened, a two-day stubble, and bloodshot baggy eyes with dark circles slurring the forecast- with a half-drunk bottle of Jack-

"Well lessee herre...<hic> it was shitty yesterday, it was shitty today, and it's gonna be shitty tomorrow. Gee shucks, Tom and Jenny I give it a big fat fuckin' ONE! you idiots make me sick...uptight bitch and queen...I'll let the viewers at home sort out which is which..." and then he just slumps off camera. Heh.

interesting how things on the horizon can look so bad and good at the same time. As Rickroyal put it, my ship is adrift and I'm seeking direction. See two journal entries ago for the quote - I'm not going to re-type it all here - and it won't let me copy and paste- so fuck. But to extend the metaphor - consider my life as two ships sailing on parallel lines - one just coming out of the rapids (it seems) and the other seemingly headed right for the swirling vortex of a big fuckin' whirlpool. Wish I could move all my pirates to the safer boat - but that's not the way life is. To quote the Bard - "Believe me, no; I thank my fortune for it,
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
Upon the fortune of this present year;
Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad."
Never try to outdo the Great Willy the Shake - when he said it better than I ever could, I admit it and steal from him.

So yeah I think that's about it for now - wish me luck and think not of "shallows and flats... too great a wind...or the dangerous rocks, Which, touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks."