i do not usually anger. and never easily. but i am stewing in a pissed off mood at the moment. bad experiences on usenet today. i had forgotten how leashed dogs bark at mailmen. idiots. so eager to piss on a public doorway and pretend they have the right to deny entrance.

recording available: dear-you-052207.mp3 Dear You, Haven’t written in a while and thought maybe I should. Kind of funny how time and life carries us away, isn’t it? Get all wrapped up in work and sit around staring at the walls in the evening and wonder things like ‘where did all the time go’ and ‘how did I lose touch with…’ and a bunch of other things that generally roll up into a vague sense of dismay and perhaps a mild disgust… psychological lint.

i got something in the mail today that reveals to me someone i trusted has lied to me. of the short list of things that redline me at mach 5, lying is tops.

just what i needed to get my monday off to a laughing start. heh. http://loptimiste.canalblog.com/archives/2007/05/21/5022797.html

if i didn’t know better, i’d think that was a DoS attempt. failed, of course…. but noted, recorded, ip banned, and that’s that. in other news…

timing is a curious thing. not really, but we say it because it feels nice.

recording available: cool-to-be-kind.mp3 read on for the words…

fair warning, this is likely a ‘more mature’ read than usual. you have been warned.

it occurs to me that i have not allowed myself to put thoughts about my son here. very, very rarely. i suppose to some, it may seem as if i never think of him or, worse yet, do not care. nothing could be further from the truth.

violins and sea breeze, sandy frustration between sole and skin, sorry to see pain and suffering, but so happy it isn’t them. which is, i suppose, why ‘i’m sorry’ has become so robotic. stilted words that point to what would be sharing, but for how it is used as buffer.     abraided by the sea shore, watching the black parade, ashes into tides… ebbing… i turn, the angry breeze whipping my hair into my eyes, blinded by bravado, i say them anyway, hoping they may sound different, hoping they may sound sincere, hoping that in them you can hear […]