Bested In Bed

I have been replaced as the object of Chloe's sleep time affection, with her late night hugs, dream state cuddles, and soft touches, by a body pillow that I got for her a few weeks back. While the body pillow, wrapped in her loving arms, gets all the attention I'm blogging next to the cats, exiled to the far reaches of the bed. We are not happy. Not happy at all.

WAIT! OIKO! OIKO HAS LEFT! He is now trying to sleep on the body pillow. TRAITOR! MOSCAR AND I ARE FURIOUS. He is a fuzzy traitor sleeping with the enemy. At least we know where Oiko stands, for PILLOWS!

OH NO! MOSCAR! MOSCAR HAS LEFT THE BED! He is going upstairs. I have been deserted, first by my love, then by the fuzzy, and then by the fatty. I'm gonna get my own body pillow and show them all!

WAIT!

Moscar is back...noooo, he left again. False alarm. :(

I'm oh-so-full of that empty feeling but I'll have another bowl. Thanks!

I do this imagery exercise, every once in a while, to get a real understanding of where my place is in the universe. I start with a bird's eye view of my cube. Then I zoom out to a bird's eye view of my building. Then to a higher view of the suburb. Then to the city. Then to the state. Then to the nation. Then to the world. Then out beyond the moon. Then out near Neptune. Then out of the solar system. Zooming further and further out, all the while accounting for all the people that surround me, from level to level and zoom to zoom.

You know, we are trapped on a planet full to the brim with morons and we have no escape. We need to call for help!

What values are these Mr. Bush?

&@*%!
%&$#!

There is a war on you know!
I'm glad that people are paying attention to this.

Nudity is in the clothing...

AMPERSAND AMPERSAND AMPERSAND!

Ampersand is mad that he does not get mentioned on the blog anymore. I'm trying to make up for it.

Beardo does not want to be mentioned on the blog anymore. Poor Denmark, Denmark, champale, smoking jacket, puke, puke, energy drink, I have lost a few pounds since last year, Beardo.

WAVE OF THE FUTURE!

I have been waiting at your back door...

braving the cold to ask you a question,
knowing, full well, the complex answer.
I can see the kitchen light on.
I hope you come around back to let me in.
I'm shivering with excitment, shoes full of snow.

Isn't it lovely the way people just fall apart?

You know how timing is everything? I have no timing. Would that explain the empty feeling I have?

Number perspective

146,000 + dead from the tsunami disaster. Sad. We can't prevent a tsunami.

Here is some sadness we can work on curtailing.

• Each year, more than 400,000 Americans die from cigarette smoking.
• 8,000 people die a day from TB worldwide.
• 40,000 new HIV cases are diagnosed a year in the US.
• 3,000,000 people die each year from Malaria.

Okie Noodling

Since we are riding on a movie wave, last night Chloe and I went with our friends Eve and the Good Doctor to a PBS documentary/movie from a few years back called Okie Noodling. I have seen it once before but wanted to see it on a big screen. Oh man, it was as strange as the first time around.
My thoughts:

1. I would never in a million years put my hand in a hole where any living thing could be. I have a hard enough time with putting my fingers in a bowling ball and fearing that there they will forever remain. Those dudes are nuts!
2. Pole fishing is already too hands on for me. If you find me a fish monger I’ll get you a filet. If you give me a lake and a pole, you and me, we are gonna be hungry. Make me wade in the water for the fish and not only are we gonna starve, I am gonna die.
3. I have never in my life thought of getting my hands dirty as a good thing. I find that staying clean has benefited me a lot.
4. The word noodle is great. I like just saying it. “NOOOOOODLE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOODLE!”

Ampersand and I are going to look into starting a noodling gear company, so we can be the official outfitters of noodlers everywhere. And liftoff to another harebrained scheme!

School of Rock

Chloe introduced me to the film School of Rock last night. I loved it! She told me I would but I am a bit filmshy after the Napoleon Dynamite (the only indy film that, sadly, most people will see this year) and Love Actually incidents. I also can be a bit snobby about movies but she was so right on. She usually is. I want to teach rock and roll history, although I would have to say NO to Yes.

Two things. Why is Jack Black not my friend and why does Sabbath ROCK SO FREAKING MUCH?!?!?!?

Nuts

I ate an entire can of cashews and now I feels sick. I assume this is due to the 1000000g of fat in the can. So salty. So delicious. So dumb.

Back at work

I really hate Aeschlyus.

I'm really getting nothing that I would call experiance out of my slight suffering at work. NOTHING!