A path lined with silver

Last night I went for a walk and day dreamed about a path lined with silver. One that has been there for me for a long time but I have perhaps been afraid to take it. I think I am a list-maker at heart. Lists are way of making sense of things, perhaps that's a reflection of a mental limitations I am not sure, but I do like lists. Last night under the near-full moon I made a mental list that became a real life-written down agreement with myself and now I think I'm ready to take the path.

Serenity > Excitement (No Alarms and No Surprises)

Geezers needs excitement or they incite violence, common sense, simple common sense.  Well, I am not much of a geezer today and am opting for a quiet life instead (....A hand-shake of Carbon Monoxide...). 


Well there you go, that's two lyrical references in on sentence. Haven't blogged in a while and it probably shows huh?


How do I sum up the last month or two on non-stop, non-blogging nonsense? I would summarize as follows:


Bravery - surprising success - sudden painful failure - pick-self-off-floor -  rinse and repeat.  


At this point I am reflecting on the whole thing and wondering if this is "Gods way" of shifting my perspectives in a very fundamental way? My inability to positively influence things and my gross ability to negatively affect things has perhaps taught me the biggest lesson of the last few months. It rather reminds me of this Rudyard Kipling Poem I am about to paraphrase:


If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two imposters just the same


..Yes Mr Kipling has it right I think.. 


I am of course, ALWAYS going to be an idealist and optimist. My favorite two things about myself, and I might not be fated to always be happy and content (Happy and content don't mix with idealistic optimists) I am on my feet and definitely harder, better, faster and stronger. Bring it on bitches.

"Lux et umbra vicissum sed semper amor", Or possibly, "It ain't my war but I'm gonna finish it.."

Haven't posted in a few days but honestly this is a good sign - I took a little mental holiday :)

Ok so let's catch up on things then - I cannot help but feel a sort of momentum building and the thing is, I am not really afraid anymore- it feels good not to stand still, kind of like stepping into the sunshine after being in the shade in a short-sleeve shirt :)

I had the weirdest dream and now this mental image is stuck with me LOL - Symbolically speaking I think I may be in danger of laying waste to all in front of me in my newfound rush to free our boys? :)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHH <<Gasps for breath>> ARRRRRRRRGHGHH!!" 

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson

Documenting the long-term negative effects of C.H.A.V.S. on International relations and cultural perceptions and it's implications for the United Kingdom as a leader of nations.

Sure, he killed millions, but there was nothing he liked more than a good Camel...

I had a go at doing a collage for my post today (Not sure why, there is no "Why" on my blog, only a "Do-eet"). - I only have MS Paint on this PC..


Now, I realize that doing a collage like this is a bit "head-up-your-own-bum" of me, but then the whole blogging thing is to be honest - and I thought I'd leave it up here on my blog and then look at it again in 3 days and see what I think (With a fresh pair of eyes). I wonder what I will think?


I tried convincing someone that Ghengis Khan was buried by Camels today (All his men were killed so they couldn't go back and raid his tomb). I only vaguely remember this anecdote though and I am sure I got some of the details wrong but my friend has been lenient and didn't Google me into oblivion over it...


..Basically the story goes that he had his men train some Camels to walk to the site of his tomb and then go inside and lie down. Then Ghengis had all the trainers killed, and then his dead body was strapped to the Camels and they walked there way to the tomb on their own (So no one would know where it was) A good plan because Camels cannot be tortured or bribed - They would just probably have an accident on the torture-room floor and then try to bite the guy with the hot poker - and torturers don't like cleaning up camel Poo I am sure.

Almost as bad as when 2 Hedge-hogs steal a car.

I am relieved today - apparently I don't need to know ALL of the words to Star-Spangled Banner in order to pass the Citizenship test. In reading the words to the US national anthem and it definitely has lots of references to explosives - do they mean rockets like at Disneyland or are we talking the type of rockets you strap to planes?

I am pretty sure a lot of the lyrics allude to an extreme dislike of the British Redcoats (Which is a little worrying).  I think "Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution." must be about the French though, because we all know Frenchmen have stinky feet.

"Hi there, I'd like to take the Citizenship test please."







It reminds me of my first day at work in the Phoenix office (In the not-so-nice part of town) where I paused outside the door to comment that "Oh!, someone is having a firework display from the sound of it." and my American counterpart looked at me and said "Those aren't fireworks son"

In other slightly less silly news.  Today REALLY snuck up on me - I had barely had chance to worry about something before the something that I had hoped "might" happen if I had worried about it first, ummm well,  happened.

Today I feel like dancing around like a happy fool and yet at the same time I am very, very serious about getting done what needs to be done - a weird combination - Like winning the lottery in the middle of a Battle or something.  I am scared to dance around cheering in case someone blows my head off :S

Today also has a feeling of being the end of a beginning and the beginning of an end. The dust has not settled but the thumping of hooves is far away now.  So much to learn still and far to go for me but I realize how truly blessed I am and I didn't learn my lessons the hard way just to go and learn them all over again - oh no, no sir, not I.. <<whispers>> ..not I..

One final thought - Work Girl linked me "Alien Hand Syndrome" and it completely freaked me out. Apart from when I was 18 and had a massive pimple on my neck (Which I thought was a second head) I never knew there were people who's brain functioned like 2 completely separate minds. (With one person driving the hand and another the rest...)
Imagine trying to drive a car like that?  ..Almost as bad as when 2 Hedgehogs steal a car, and the Steering-wheel-Hog has to shout instructions to Pedal-Hog every 5 seconds or they crash (How else would it work? All you can do is add more Hedge-Hogs and Hedge-Hogs can't read maps and don't have a very good team-ethic to start with.)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alien_hand_syndrome