Bow To The God of Good Times
After all the recent postings I thought that I would present something just a little different. Here it is, the alter that we eat at. Considering that daylight savings time means there is a tad bit more of darkness we get to celebrate and ‘light ‘em up’. How wonderful!
The Games People Play
Children love to play games. Beyond the veil of ignorance there are no children because there is no growing up to do. All of that has been left far, far behind.
Breaking The Vow of Silence II
Silence, in a word, is not saying diddly-squat. I’ve kept to that vow not because of promises made nor of consideration or contemplation but of respect. I do the bow routine quite regularly and it’s something that is a part of me. Just because I willingly take on this characteristic doesn’t mean that I am not fully nor able to take on any other characteristic I so choose. Do you want see?
Want Some Candy?
Well here we are. So the question becomes, where is that?
Skeksis, those crazy reptilians from the movie Dark Crystal are quite the characters and the use of them by my friend in her $writings makes it all the more enjoyable. So I am giving a nod of the head to these loveable, adorable and dare I say it, cute cuddlies. If only we all could strive just a little harder to become duplicate copies of these wonderful role models. I think I’m gonna puke.
Yes it’s a pretty neat focus point. Kind of like that chamber down below in the mid-east. I like the mid-east one a bit better though because well I hate to say it but… oh never mind. The thing is, is that you have to get past the security. Once that is done the rest is history. Literally. The cold is a nice place for discoveries but I prefer a climate a bit more suitable to skin bags. It keeps everyone involved a bit more upbeat. Personally I’m not into that but I do respect the wishes of others probably a whole lot more than the other way around but such is life is it not? Time-tested, we all come to find out that it’s not about what comes to us but about what we bring forth.
I'm Such A Cry Baby
My toys got taken away from me. Whaaaaa.
The Way of the Warrior
Since I’m not a warrior by any stretch of the imagination I have no idea what the ‘way’ is of one so please count me out of the devil’s advocate support group meetings and the resulting propensity for demonstrating stupid rope tricks. I’m not a magician so I am unimpressed with such ‘skill’ and craft. I think I feel some space opera coming on.