Seriously try it.

Two martinis, two beers and no dinner

As you can see since i've moved to the eastern shore of Virginia my hair has grown out just a little bit. In length and area occupation.

This is a picture that my dog Angus snapped of me this morning.

How did I get to this state?

It was not difficult.

Last night met a friend at a local establishment after work. Decided to treat myself special. Hey it is Wednesday afterall and I am still alive and semi well.

"A gin, dry, dirty martini on the rocks please" I like it on the rocks because it makes me feel a tad bit better about myself knowing that a little water will at some point meet the gin before it enters my body.

It also sounds better than calling it what it is...a small vat of gin! Less classy.

Like school on Saturday I am...no class.

Oh why not one more martini? I mean as long as you don't go for the third one you are ok or so they say. What they don't (whoever they is by the by) mention is that yes you will be fine if you don't go for the third but maybe not so much if you then move to a dark import beer. Two to be exact.

Once at home the night then proceeded to go down hill.

First with my dog - he was not happy with me at all. I was late afterall and I delayed his one meal way past his breaking point or shall I say peeing point? He stood tall, proud with a determined unforgiving look on his bicycle seat shaped head face and peed in the kitchen...a lot of pee. I then let him out and the last I saw of him for the eve was his ass as he bolted into the night. Even the promise of a large chunk of prime rib could not bring him back. He was out for the night.

I didn't mind. I had things to do. Well one thing to do. Ok two. Drink a glass of white chilled wine and boogey for an hour to Neil Young, old Neil Young. Nice. I now have a few new very nice very put together dance routines for future parties or if on a small stage.

Then to bed I did go. Out before head hit pillow.

Woke and there was the dog, camera and the same unforgiving look on his face.

Snap, flash and here I am.

The moral of this little diddy? If your dog doesn't want it; the chunk o prime rib? Perhaps you should eat it, call it dinner and a night.

Imagine me

I am only only an image.
A blip on a television screen.
I am here, there and then not.
In motion at times, fuzzy often.
Bump into others where I push, jostle and collide.
Flickering across a path of many, stopping to touch a select few.
I am alone in the box, center stage for all to witness.
A day of vividness and clarity.
The next cloudy, desparate and unaware.
I am laughter out loud, stitches in a side.
Freedom and constriction all in one screaming.
Tears of joy and pain trickle out of me.
I see other images; some dark and then some overflow with light.
I tell you when I am hurting, happy as well as afraid.
I have another image. Several at times.
One that stands behind and many next to me.
I drift yet not without purpose.
My image scatters when thoughts of others alone come to me.
I am sad at your lonliness, you without other images to touch nor hold.
Your image can erase mine without thought, hesitation.
I am not against the theory I shall one day fade.
I embrace the notion and live through it each day.
Every episode I star in, support others in I am aware.
I only desire, wish and pray that you in your lonliness
will not blot out my sun, drive me away, turn me off...
even change my channel.
I am only an image.
Flickering, dancing and graciously often whispering
outloud to anyone that will listen;
I am grateful to be an image.

May peace be with those that are suffering and in pain that are tied around and into VA Tech.
To them all and to others in pain, alone images, I wish a day, an hour if only just a minute of release from it.

Friday the 13th is only bad if you think it is.

Happy Friday the 13th people!

"Daffodils"
(1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

Hope everyone had a lovely Easter holiday weekend!

In related news...

just discovered that four ladies that are friends DO indeed share A brain. More coverage later on what their day to day life is like.

Either that or the Denver Bronco football team held cheerleader tryouts last week.

Conducting more research as you read...

I am sad today

I did not know the man but loved his film!
"Hey Ralphie wait up!"
No words can I say to their family to make it ok.
Just that I enjoyed your movie... it made me laugh and for that
I am forever thankful.
peace.

http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/04/04/obit.clark.ap/index.html

Poem Deux in the "Sierra Series"

Title:
A fairer Sierra for me.
Or At last I found the one.
Or You’ll do!

A night with you Sierra Nevada Porter I so did not dread.
I looked forward to enjoying your medium bodied ale with a creamy head.
Alas it was not to be for when I walked into the bar I did so halt.
For there you were in the corner spreading with that woman your deep roasted barley malts.
I should have known from the start, from the get go,
Your smooth flavor, malty with hints of caramel from me some day you would blow.
Fine I shall adjust; I will find another, go to a new love.
After all perhaps it is time for someone paler, smoother more light bodied, fitting more like a glove.
I spied Sierra Wheat Beer lounging in the corner over by the dart board.
I became excited for an unfiltered ale brewed with premium malted wheat, oh my oh lord!
I shall sample you oh dear wheat one, dip into your characteristically spicy strissel spalt hops from France.
The lightest of the Sierra Nevadas I am sure not too many I will need before I am happy, delighted in my pants.
And then just when I thought all was going fantastically with the two of us,
Your eye did wander and off with your loads of flavor did you saunter away leaving my hair all a muss!
Ah but the night is still young and so am I...in maturity and responsibility at least.
Now that I think of it Sierra wheat was too full of itself, overpowering with yeast!
Just then out of my eye did I catch a new face, a new sheriff was in town, fresh meat per say.
The award winning Bigfoot Ale sitting there so close, very near by boasting a dense, fruity bouquet.
Well hello there big fella I uttered so softly, even letting out a perfect purr.
Bigfoot’s extremely rich, intense palate caused within me oh such a stir.
Swishing its deep reddish brown color just so and taunting me to engage
How could I not let go and be with Mr. Bigfoot and create a memorable life page?
I cannot resist its character full with hoppiness like never I have felt.
An earthy aroma, its chewy palate and great depth of flavor truly now causing me to inside melt. At last I had found the one, the king of all the Sierras!
Caution to the wind I did throw and not a one did I possess of careas!
Alas, that was last night and all but now just a memory floating in my very much in need of many Advil head.
Off to the bathroom I now tromp, even slink along the wall in pain yet not wanting to let go, still to the fantasy I desire to be fed.
Oh my Sierra dear I am happy every time I’m with you.
You are so intense, malty, bittersweet, thick, tangy and possess such a wonderful hoppy chew.
Oh my Sierras I do so love you all.
I cannot help but totally and utterly, unaquivably into your love fall!