Why is it that most of my really good ideas happen around 2am?
This would be OK, as far as that goes, but once morning comes, I have no idea what the heck I was thinking about the night before.
This is just wrong.
It would be much kinder if I not only didn't remember my deep thoughts and great ideas, but I also didn't have that lingering feeling that I'd had them to begin with.
Now, come to think of it, I have only my own sense of reality that tells me these were really great ideas or deep thoughts of meaning.
Having no idea, other than that vague sense of almost recalling a pesky memory floating just out of reach, exactly what I'd thought about, I am just assuming it was deep and meaningful.
Arrogant? Probably, but really, I know that there was something really interesting that crossed my quieted mind last night.
I just wish I could bring it to my awareness, 'cause then you'd know too...
LOL.
Cheers!
M&G
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
This and That
Magic is tending to a new case of lateral epicondylitis. It's more commonly known as tennis elbow, although I don't know why...
It stinks and it'll limit how much blogging I'll do for the next few days/weeks...
It was brought on by my weekend of using the weedeater for about six hours, pressure washing and (this is the final straw) turning the corn on the bbq on Sunday :)
I'll keep blogging a bit as I can...whether or not it's interesting is up to the reader...until then, it's lots of ice and some rest...bah.
later, gators...
M&G
Thursday, May 22, 2008
How'd They Do That?
This cat is hilarious!
I want a cat that sings rock and roll...none of that rap stuff...cats don't rap.
M&G
I want a cat that sings rock and roll...none of that rap stuff...cats don't rap.
M&G
Monday, May 19, 2008
Thinking Out Loud
So, I'm at the point where I think that we'll just get rid of the good ol' land line.
Both Goofy and I have decent cell reception at the house, so I'm wondering what the point is any more to even have a "regular" phone.
I've been hesitant to get rid of it, but I have no idea why.
Is it nostalgia? Is it laziness? A call to the phone company is sooooooooooooo boring and inconvenient. LOL.
Seriously, I'm wondering why I've waited so long. I believe I'll be canceling it this month some time, so if you get a disconnected number alert, no worries...we are still around.
If you have an opinion, let me know....
Cheerios!
M&G
Thursday, May 15, 2008
So, it's been awhile...
I don't know if anyone ever really reads this (except me, and frankly, sometimes just getting things out of my mind and onto "paper" is enough), but there have been murmurings of late regarding the dearth of posting.
It may just be the voices in my head I'm hearing, but in case it's not, I'll ramble on here for a bit...
A while ago, I started a missive (tirade?) regarding fairness. There isn't any such thing, really, except in fairy tales and children's stories. It's one of the "big lies" we are taught.
If things were fair, there'd be no homelessness or hunger.
If things were fair, people would quit worrying about what the hell other people are doing and pay attention to what they are doing themselves.
If things were fair, I'd be writing this from my beach house on maui. The one with the awesome view, the small beach with the nice little reef to dive, and killer speed on my wireless connection (I'd be sitting on the lanai to write, obviously). I know, I don't ask for much.
Things being fair, you'd have your beach house too - whatever that means to you.
I'm at an odd place today...kinda annoyed in general, and extremely pissed specifically (regarding something that I won't go into, and I have absolutely no control over, so I'm deciding to let it go).
I find, that when I am in these moods, I see the world from a different perspective - I guess. Things seem a bit more clear, which is kinda odd, I admit.
/rant
For instance, why the hell does the voting for American Idol get more attention (and votes) than the presidential primaries (and on a weekly basis, for crying out loud).
What is wrong with this country? Are we becoming a bunch of ignorant dolts that stare adoringly at the television and believe whatever comes out of that box?
It would seem so.
I mean, Paris Hilton and Miley Cyrus make more headlines than the wars we are waging in foreign lands. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
An amazing example - if you can pull yourself away from the screen long enough to comprehend - of the power of distractive TV. I _almost_ said journalism, but we don't have that anymore. Our talking heads are merely government employees these days (just ask Dan Rather). There are a few that try to bring information to the people, but more often than not, these folks are labeled as "UN-American".
I find that the least fair of all.
Wasn't this country founded on the principles of freedom of speech? To question the current administration, is likened to terrorist activity at worst, but plain old unamerican at best.
Pay attention people. There are truths out there, you just have to be intelligent enough to find them - and then (this is the hardest part for most of America) - decide for yourself what you think.
Hell, I know it's easier to be told what to think...no brains, no headaches and all that.
But it's not healthy. healthy for you or for the country.
Be a patriot and question what's happening. You don't have to disagree with how things are going...you don't have to agree either. But think for yourself...it's fun, really.
/end rant (for today anyway :)
In other news...did you know that you don't really have any control of the land that you "own"?
I found this out the other day in the continued saga of - dum, dum duuuuuuuuum! - THE RETAINING WALL.
Some of you may know that I am doing some work on the island place up north.
Paint, flooring, like that. Seems innocent and straight-forward enough, right?
NO! Wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
In order to paint, some soil had to be removed from where it's happily been (without damage or ill effects) for over 20 years.
Simple enough. Get shovel, move dirt.
Nope.
Need an excavator. Excavator says, well, we'll need to put up a retaining wall once we move the dirt.
Ohhhhh Kaaaayyyy.
And, anything over 2 feet high in this county requires a permit (here's where the government steps in, watch out!).
So, this is just an 8 foot wall, about 20-25 feet long made of those nifty premade concrete blocks that look so pretty along the freeway - I'm even getting the lovely "patterned" blocks to increase the beauty of this project. We are nothing if not "pro-art". LOL
Off to get the permit...
Not!
This highly technical, very intricate, super special wall needs an engineer to design it.
OK.
Find engineer, get drawings, pay engineer, go get permit...
Nope.
Turns out that this island may have had native americans walking across it at some time in history, some may even be buried around here and there.
So, we need an archaeologist to come in and do a survey. AND a report. To the tribes.
Said archaeologist asked when at the site
"why am I here? this soil has already been disturbed.".
Duh! (this is where I might go off on a rant about many government employees not able to think past the end of their noses - any wonder there is a stereotype here? LOL. I'm evolving today, so I'm letting it go. rotflol to evolving, but whatever, I amuse myself, and that's the thing).
OK, so the report was written (and paid for), and now it's sitting with the "tribal council", not the TV one either.
Although, they do get to decide whether or not I can get a building permit for my silly little retaining wall, so I guess it's kinda like getting voted off of the island.
I don't have control over my own property (neither do you, although we are the ones that "get" to pay taxes on it - I wonder if the tribal council will kick in this year? something to put on my "yeah, right" list). Only once the tribe "approves" the archaeologists report and relays same to the county do I even have a chance of paying them for a permit to build.
And we still wonder why governments are so inefficient...sad, really, and frustrating as hell.
This little wall went from a few hours project on a nice sunny day, to months of red tape and BS, and thousands (and thousands...) of dollars.
All I can say is: it better be pretty. LOL.
Off to find something else to rant about....ignorance to slay, worlds to rule.
M&G
It may just be the voices in my head I'm hearing, but in case it's not, I'll ramble on here for a bit...
A while ago, I started a missive (tirade?) regarding fairness. There isn't any such thing, really, except in fairy tales and children's stories. It's one of the "big lies" we are taught.
If things were fair, there'd be no homelessness or hunger.
If things were fair, people would quit worrying about what the hell other people are doing and pay attention to what they are doing themselves.
If things were fair, I'd be writing this from my beach house on maui. The one with the awesome view, the small beach with the nice little reef to dive, and killer speed on my wireless connection (I'd be sitting on the lanai to write, obviously). I know, I don't ask for much.
Things being fair, you'd have your beach house too - whatever that means to you.
I'm at an odd place today...kinda annoyed in general, and extremely pissed specifically (regarding something that I won't go into, and I have absolutely no control over, so I'm deciding to let it go).
I find, that when I am in these moods, I see the world from a different perspective - I guess. Things seem a bit more clear, which is kinda odd, I admit.
/rant
For instance, why the hell does the voting for American Idol get more attention (and votes) than the presidential primaries (and on a weekly basis, for crying out loud).
What is wrong with this country? Are we becoming a bunch of ignorant dolts that stare adoringly at the television and believe whatever comes out of that box?
It would seem so.
I mean, Paris Hilton and Miley Cyrus make more headlines than the wars we are waging in foreign lands. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
An amazing example - if you can pull yourself away from the screen long enough to comprehend - of the power of distractive TV. I _almost_ said journalism, but we don't have that anymore. Our talking heads are merely government employees these days (just ask Dan Rather). There are a few that try to bring information to the people, but more often than not, these folks are labeled as "UN-American".
I find that the least fair of all.
Wasn't this country founded on the principles of freedom of speech? To question the current administration, is likened to terrorist activity at worst, but plain old unamerican at best.
Pay attention people. There are truths out there, you just have to be intelligent enough to find them - and then (this is the hardest part for most of America) - decide for yourself what you think.
Hell, I know it's easier to be told what to think...no brains, no headaches and all that.
But it's not healthy. healthy for you or for the country.
Be a patriot and question what's happening. You don't have to disagree with how things are going...you don't have to agree either. But think for yourself...it's fun, really.
/end rant (for today anyway :)
In other news...did you know that you don't really have any control of the land that you "own"?
I found this out the other day in the continued saga of - dum, dum duuuuuuuuum! - THE RETAINING WALL.
Some of you may know that I am doing some work on the island place up north.
Paint, flooring, like that. Seems innocent and straight-forward enough, right?
NO! Wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
In order to paint, some soil had to be removed from where it's happily been (without damage or ill effects) for over 20 years.
Simple enough. Get shovel, move dirt.
Nope.
Need an excavator. Excavator says, well, we'll need to put up a retaining wall once we move the dirt.
Ohhhhh Kaaaayyyy.
And, anything over 2 feet high in this county requires a permit (here's where the government steps in, watch out!).
So, this is just an 8 foot wall, about 20-25 feet long made of those nifty premade concrete blocks that look so pretty along the freeway - I'm even getting the lovely "patterned" blocks to increase the beauty of this project. We are nothing if not "pro-art". LOL
Off to get the permit...
Not!
This highly technical, very intricate, super special wall needs an engineer to design it.
OK.
Find engineer, get drawings, pay engineer, go get permit...
Nope.
Turns out that this island may have had native americans walking across it at some time in history, some may even be buried around here and there.
So, we need an archaeologist to come in and do a survey. AND a report. To the tribes.
Said archaeologist asked when at the site
"why am I here? this soil has already been disturbed.".
Duh! (this is where I might go off on a rant about many government employees not able to think past the end of their noses - any wonder there is a stereotype here? LOL. I'm evolving today, so I'm letting it go. rotflol to evolving, but whatever, I amuse myself, and that's the thing).
OK, so the report was written (and paid for), and now it's sitting with the "tribal council", not the TV one either.
Although, they do get to decide whether or not I can get a building permit for my silly little retaining wall, so I guess it's kinda like getting voted off of the island.
I don't have control over my own property (neither do you, although we are the ones that "get" to pay taxes on it - I wonder if the tribal council will kick in this year? something to put on my "yeah, right" list). Only once the tribe "approves" the archaeologists report and relays same to the county do I even have a chance of paying them for a permit to build.
And we still wonder why governments are so inefficient...sad, really, and frustrating as hell.
This little wall went from a few hours project on a nice sunny day, to months of red tape and BS, and thousands (and thousands...) of dollars.
All I can say is: it better be pretty. LOL.
Off to find something else to rant about....ignorance to slay, worlds to rule.
M&G
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