Manic Man

I have got to do something about me, food, and mood swings!
It is getting worse with age. Used to be that I'd be mildly cranky if I had gone without eating for 5 or 6 hours, but now I seem to contract some form of tourettes. Rather than some kind of lethargy, I spin into some kind of hypercritical maniacal bitchfest. What's weird is, I know it is happening, but honestly can't control it.

Latest occurrence-today. I didn't get around to eating until nearly 1pm, after getting up at Stupid O'Clock in the morning. So I'm having a conversation with a friend of mine, and I just start taking digs. And I know I am, and I know she's getting pissed off, and I can't blame her...but at the same time, I can't stop myself. It's a good thing I choose my friends well, or I'd probably be pretty lonely.

Maybe I should start carrying an emergency Snickers bar with me, before someone shoots me.... It's a thought.

Saturday morning 530

It is scary, the thoughts that go through your head when sleep has been the period between 230 and 4.
And I'm gonna do the world a favor, amd other than whine about lack of sleep, I'm not going to share the bleakness,
So, how about a happy song,

instead?

And lets all hope for a successful nap :-)

NEWSFLASH...
Nap reasonably successful. 2.5 hours gained.
The world now looks marginally brighter. Creation may continue.

Don Quixote rides again

Don Quixote has made a brief return from his previous retirement, but upon assessing the situation, he has decided that there was in actual fact no reason for optimism, and things were indeed as bleak as they had been when he made his formal retirement announcement last March.

Third party reporters have hypothesized that Senor Quixote had misunderstood some pieces of information (as is his wont), and had thought that his previous efforts at chivalrous behaviour had gained some appreciation, and he could contribute to the world being a brighter, better place. But alas, it turns out it was only the world drawing its breath before beginning to laugh at him once more.

His ever faithful agent, Sancho would only comment "El burro sabe mas que tu"

Willy DeVille had soul, baby

A short dispatch today..I was listening to Willie DeVille at a friend's house on Saturday night, and in the process of emptying a few bottles of fermented grape juice, his version of You Better Move On came on the cd player.

What a gorgeous song.

Just sayin'...been singing it to myself all damned day.

Enjoy, sports fans

Whoa, whoa, whoaaa feeeeelings

One of my favorite topics is the truth, how it is perceived, put into practice, defined, and just abused, misused, and then put back in a closet where it belongs.

The last big post I put up on this, discussed the kind of lies people tell...you may or may not recall, THIS ONE

This time, let's talk about when it is time to give up the ghost. Some would argue that, like the mythical George Washington, we should never lie. I don't make that argument. In a perfect world, perhaps, but at last check we didn't have one, and people still have feelings, situations that they're unsure of, and so on.

But, after awhile, it gets to a tipping point. A place where continued dishonesty is going to be seen as being hurtfully so...for those practicing the "well you didn't ask precisely" method (a self confessed personal flaw), plausible deniability will be gone. To continue to practice a lie of omission has ceased to be omission, and now is just being deceptive. Or a lie to protect someone is now in a state where it clearly will no longer protect anyone, and will in actual fact be detrimental to you, if not physically, at least in relation to how you are perceived by others, whom you may want to have the respect of.

I guess the point of this follow up to my previous post on the subject is, living a lie just is a very bad idea. It's one thing to get out of mowing the lawn, or going shopping, but it is quite another to continue to mislead people you ostensibly care about. And isn't that exactly who gets lied to? I mean, you wouldn't bother lying to folks you didn't care about, because...drumroll....who gives a flying toss what they think anyway?

In a continuing theme

Just Gimme Some Truth....
I have decided that my blogging has been too cramped. I have some folks that read it, and as that's developed, I've allowed myself to get concerned with potentially offending people, thus censoring myself.
Sorry, Charlie, the soft ride is over.
Stay tuned, for a return to more personal tales of misery, woe, laughter, joy, and some (un)healthy doses of bile.
Mr.Bitter is back.

Let's discuss the all important Universal Commandment of Life. Some people have this notion that ten commandments are needed to live life correctly. Wrong. One will suffice. And it is..."Try not to be an asshole"

That shalt not kill...fair enough-but if you're not being an asshole, are you also not killing someone? What about cheating on your spouse? Same thing. Honoring mom and dad?

Sometimes its hard...sometimes you tell yourself that just can't figure out what to do, or how to handle a situation. Here's a tip. Pick the tough one. It is what you should do, that's why it is tough. It might require that you feel like a bit of a jerk, but it is far better to be a short-term jerk, than a full blown a-hole.

OK, philosophy class is over. Time for me to paint. I wonder if I could get some neat textures rolling Simon up and down the wall?

I feel good, but I ain't James Brown

From Dylan and the doldrums, to Billy Preston.
How can you listen to this and not feel good? Check out the keyboards on his scintillating version of Gershwin's "Summertime" I mean, doing a Bach inspried version? Are you kidding me?

Check out a few more slices of happy genius...
Nothin' From Nothin'

Get Back

and.... OUTTA SPACE!!

May your Saturday morning keep on keepin' on!

Burn

A few days ago, I started playing Dylan's Blood On The Tracks, which led to listening to a variety of old fashioned brokenheart songs, and I came back to this one again, and again. It's certainly worth a listen.
BURN

And it's true...whenever it has comes to the whole affairs of the heart thing, I am a goddamned sore loser-but shouldn't everyone be? Otherwise, why be bothered... regardless, this song has been criminally ignored.

We can now resume regularly scheduled programming

Pearls of wisdom...

Isn't life kind of funny?

An update on the grocery list

OK, as previously noted, I have a new foster, and she is best described as being...oh hefty. In the same sense that John Merrick was described as being "ugly".
Let's be honest, the poor dog's fat rolls have fat rolls.
Anyway, there was a period of trying to name my new (not-so) little friend...she arrived with "Isabelle" which wasn't going to do, was quickly called Pork Chop, which while descriptive, somehow didn't seem to be quite right. Then there was the emergence of "Polly Pork Chop" which at least gave her a more common moniker. That has finally segued into what I hope (and believe) to be the final step in her name metamorphosis. Her full name is Polly Pork Chop Chubbs. Better know as PC Chubbs, or far more frequently, as simply Chubbs.
Even when we do get her weight off, she's still going to have that moon shaped face, so it fits.
Welcome, Chubbs. Even Vinnie has decided he likes you.