Squidley Didley

Now THIS is news!! Being that I am enamored of all things oceanic and my user id is "sydsquid", I find this particularly apropos. How absolutely brilliant that this cephalopod has managed to ellude us for so long, circumventing the vagaries of humans.

Bravo, Architeuthus!!!

Looney Tunes

After a year, I've left off the looney pills. Yes, discarded them brashly in hopes of regaining my muse and coping without serotonin intervention. Reality is - when your head is quite wonky, a shot of psyche equilibrium is certainly required, but when balance is restored and a modicum of normalcy (verbotten, I tell you!) stays around, habits can be re-formed, re-worked, re-invented and then the looney pills only serve to induce depression. Normal people depression, nevertheless a malaise that inhibits lively function, masks true interest and quells needful anxiety.

Ah, the mystery of the next corner is rekindled...

Like-able vs. Love-able

In a previous post, I whined about my inability to inspire passion, devotion, or adoration in the men that briefly flit through my dating life. On any given day, my lackluster capabilities in this department burble quietly through the small back-waters of my mind barely perceptible amongst the welter of other insecurities and concerns. However, occassionally circumstances and insensitivity connive to turn my usually quiet spring into a raoring, leaping Niagra that will not be denied. Rarely am I blind-sided by it, and its tumult subsides with amazing alacrity; but the poignany, the piquancy grows stronger with each repetition as I grow older, resolving and embracing my self-awareness, and the hands of my romance clock speed through their circuit with ever increasing insistency.

Your Cheese Will Be Waiting

A mere two years ago over seriously mulled Christmas wine and generous cups of Evelyn's Killer Eggnog, I threatened to compile my poetry into a retrospective with witty, superiorly intelligent prose and commentary. As with most wanna-be writers, the planets have colluded in preventing me from getting on with this epic. However, just this day, another chapter took form in my "book closet" and I give all the credit to my inadvertently clever Mum.

This chapter is all yours, Mom. I'll let y fans know when the momentous occassion arrives... you will all be instructed to proceed to your nearest Amazon (funny, that once was a nickname) or Borders to procure the most delicious tome of our times.

Am I the only one...

who is exhausted by the continuous braying of the politico-racist complex about the mistreatment of the mass of humanity caught in the wake of Katrina?? My tax dollars have been applied to the subsidization of the procreating miasma of non-working folk choosing to live in sub-oceanic NOLA and now I am begged to give willingly to those who chose to sit the torment. Is there a picture of unwary, innocent victim that I am unable to see?

This foments more anti-establishment, republican (in the TRUE Texan sense of the word) fervor on my behalf. Oh, if I were to have my moment in the sun, or perhaps win a multi-billion dollar lottery, that small Caribbean empire would be SO mine!!

Well, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!

Is it really plausible that sheep, goats and cows canoodled and decided that it would be best to infect humans with TSE's??? NO!!!!! It was spawned by humans and we will suffer the consequences of our arrogance and ignorance.

Go ORGANIC, I tell you!!!