At The Age Of Giving Zero Fock-A-Roonies, And How I Got Here – the 4th letter to the prettiest girl in town

Whilst tapping the proverbial foot, I await this thing I have avoided for over a decade. Queued, with no particular place to go, I await this call that will determine the date of removal of what remains of my shoddy munchers, as I dream of the day my teeth no longer make me look like a homeless crack whore. Then go out and get the … Continue reading At The Age Of Giving Zero Fock-A-Roonies, And How I Got Here – the 4th letter to the prettiest girl in town

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The Sunday School Teacher Who Raised A Heathen Fool ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 3

At some point I came to this conclusion that the universe, or my sub-conscious self, or whatever, well, it musta had plans for me. There was this thing I had to do, a place I had to be, a mindset maybe, because over and over whenever I had thought I had found the way, the career, POOF. Every time, without fail, the contract ends, the … Continue reading The Sunday School Teacher Who Raised A Heathen Fool ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 3

Discipline And Truth, Politics And Puppies, Lessons And Letting Go

So long since I had a puppy, I don’t even remember any longer how I trained her to sit, stay, can’t recall any of that. I suppose I must have done little sessions of treat induced training, but I don’t remember. I mean, it was almost 20 years ago, so there’s that. Over the last few months I’ve watched dog training YouTubers, and some of … Continue reading Discipline And Truth, Politics And Puppies, Lessons And Letting Go

Endings, Choices, And What Happens After

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Albert Einstein Endings, beginnings, death and life, these cyclic events define so much, show so much, expose so much, and are rife with emotions. Let’s start with the endings. The first ending felt like abandonment, and took me, all of us really, it took over a decade to get past, to … Continue reading Endings, Choices, And What Happens After

Death Throes, And The Fourth Industrial Revolution

Things that laid the groundwork for where we are today. Or, at least where some Americans are, as the majority are no longer falling for the feed the rich starve the poor, the wealthy are gods we shall allow free rein to reign, and call it Oligarchy, Aristocracy, Autocracy, or whatnot, most aren’t haven’ it. ” Democracy […] is dead in America “ For what … Continue reading Death Throes, And The Fourth Industrial Revolution

Truth And Lies In A Time Of Selfies

As my bag of tissue fills up, *sniff sniff* … *atchoooo*, so I’ve been home sick, horizontal fading in and out between old Time Team specials, or vertical in my chair perusing the news, as it steamrolled through. Which of course also means that Pika Poo had my undivided attention, and spent her time between my lap, or skidding o’er the vinyl floor after a … Continue reading Truth And Lies In A Time Of Selfies

The Significance Of Diplomacy And Lights In The Dark

If a couple pieces of bread are mouldy, do you throw out the whole loaf? Do you ignore the mouldy bits and consume it anyways? Take things out of the broader context due to desperation, making decisions out of dire necessity, rather than from a calm consideration of our own best interests. And, what we would consume does often depend on how desperate one was, … Continue reading The Significance Of Diplomacy And Lights In The Dark

So, About My Modus Operandi And The Shrapnel Of My Delusions

I am seriously blessed to work for a company that, while they may not do get everything right, and what company does, but dang, they get the important stuff. So, early last summer at work they sat us down in the meeting room, HR person from HQ was there, and she proceeded to tell me things bout LGBTQQIP2SAA that actually left me jaw-dropped stunned at … Continue reading So, About My Modus Operandi And The Shrapnel Of My Delusions

The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua

When I was in my late teens, early 20s, my parents had this male Doberman, named Murphy. He was beautiful. They got him as a puppy, and I remember how feisty and how furiously he would grab your pant legs, attack anything that moved, and when he was a puppy it was cute, but he was stubborn, he was a real challenge. Highly intelligent, high-strung, … Continue reading The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua

Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?

It was October 2002, and living in my highrise apartment at the edge of Lake Ontario, with my new job and Congress had just told Bush Jr to have at’r, bomb Baghdad back to the Stone Age. Based on lies and quasi-intelligence from questionable sources, and I remember watching Bushy selling his wares to the politicos in Washington, sitting in my sisters living room, yelling … Continue reading Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?

Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade

Caught between a paradise and a prison, in a web of lies, by lakeside, under a narcissists control, she was lonely, sad, carrying around a broken heart, wounded by life’s raw deal, that woman was an easy mark. So, that decade ended last night. That her, that once was has been changed, piece by piece. Facing her head on, finally began to see her for … Continue reading Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade