The Eyes Have It

Raw. Unvarnished.

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She forgot everything else and ran. She ran across yards, over flower beds, under swing sets, and through hedges. She ran with a sense of urgency she hadn't felt since the night the grungers had cut her dad to ribbons. She ran at the edge of control, feeling like she might slip and plunge head long against the ground. Her hands grabbed a light pole as she shot out onto the sidewalk at the intersection where the cop would turn onto a bigger, straighter street and get away.
It only took an instant to realize she didn't have any weapons that would be useful against a car. She looked around frantically for anything she could use. There was an old, rusting blue postal drop box nobody had ever gotten around to removing, bolted to the concrete. She put her back to it and slid down into a squat.
Her mind cleared, knowing what she had to do. She focused on the moment and let everything else drift, concentrating on the mental triggers she had burned into her memory. She felt a little click as the adrenaline pump started dumping it's liquid fire into her blood. Within three heartbeats, it hurt, everywhere. Her hands found the bottom of the box and every muscle in her body pulled like they needed to be outside of her skin. Tears ran down past her open mouth as her head shook like a bronze gong. The box moved.
First one leg pulled loose, then another. She kept pulling until the angle was too steep to keep her grip, then stood and rocked it back and forth a few times to break the other two legs free. It was heavier than she thought it would be as she lifted it and stepped off the curb. She realized that people had been putting trash into it for years as she held it up and tried to stay behind the parked cars. The unmarked cop car was just coming down the street, so she hefted the box up and readied herself. She could see through the windows as the car approached that the guy had followed procedure and put the girl in the back seat. That was good.
Silver stood and heaved the box at just the right moment for it to land squarely in the windshield. The cop jammed on the brakes purely out of reflex. Normally, reflexes helped save your life, but this time it was going to cost him. Silver vaulted over the hood, landed by his door, and used one spike to break the safety glass right before the other one stabbed through his neck. The cop was breathing blood, but started fumbling for his gun. Now that she had some control over the movement of his head, she used the free spike to jam through his eye into his brain. He stopped moving.
The girl in the back was starting to shake and her face was twisting into a horrified caricature of itself. Silver retracted the spikes and pushed the man down below the seats, out of view. She felt her face soften. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She held her hand over the seat. "Please."


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People don't read like they used to.
I don't think anybody will be mad that I 'borrowed' this.

"Borrowed" Critters

I'd like to give credit to the original people, but I've forgotten where I found these originally. It was some other blog or board. I mean no disrespct, if you're one of those people, condsider it flattery that I thought them funny enough to re-post.


(Hello to Englewood, CO)

Where Was I?

I had an idea for a post but it seems most of the really good thoughts wandered out of my head while I was asleep. That happens sometimes.
Anyway, the theme behind it was about how much stuff we all put on blogs about ourselves and our non-blog lives. We can't put too much factual stuff because there are a few cyber-stalker types out there, not many, but it only takes one you know?
Then I got to thinking about how much different people put out there. Some of them are pretty courageous about sharing their deepest thoughts and fears. I seem to put less of that sort of stuff on mine. Which made me wonder if I ever censor myself out of some sort of embarassment or fear of exposure or anything. Hmmmm. I probably have here and there. But when I really thought about it, I finally realized that I don't write much about my 'other' life because (truth be told) it's really not that interesting. Kind of why I hang out here and read other people's blogs.

Friends - yup. None of them are hilarious circus clowns or anything.
Family - them too. But they don't live near, I don't go there much. About average in disfunction.
Hobbies - yeah, but most people don't understand, so I kinda keep them to myself.
Rarely watch hip, trendy TV shows. Haven't read The Davinci Code or A Million Little Pieces.
Have to work at puzzling out l33t speak or chat-talk or whatever the hell they're calling it now.
No Myspace account. Don't text message. No cell phone. Yeah, I do have a PDA, but it's low end.
See, I'm not even sure what other things are trendy enough for me to list as things I don't do.
So, if you read this, don't feel like I'm keeping secrets from you, I can't think of much worth volunteering. So if anybody wants to know anything, you'll have to ask because it probably won't occur to me without a little prodding.

Hope this wasn't too boring. (Big Grin)

Really Late Here

I had this idea for a good post, but by the time I got here and did all the comments thing, it's very late. Crash time. I'll scribble something better tomorrow - wait - later today. (Thump)

Meus Dea

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You’re caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can’t face the day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

Mind Numbing

No, not my mood. The Miss USA pageant is on. When I was a kid, I used to like watching it, look at all the pretty girls. Now it seems kind of like a dog show for people. If you threw something shiny would any of them play fetch?

Okay, no offense to the contestants. I know they're people. And for some this is probably a good career move and all. But this isn't really a way to find out anything about them as people, just trained performers (kind of like pets), and with the state of the world these days, it seems a bit silly.

(Rant over.) Back to our regularly scheduled blogging.

Exercise in Apathy

The weather has been okay but some how I seem to be in an "I don't care" kind of mood. Most of the stuff I usually enjoy seems boring and dull. I'd wonder what it's about, but that would take, like, energy or something. I guess I must thrive on my angst or something. Maybe I should take a nap. I'll decide later.
Even plugging random words into a search engine doesn't seem like fun. Oh, well. Whatever.

More New Blogthings

Kind of like the spring cleaning I should do (but haven't) I thought I'd spruce the place up with some more Blogthings. They have all sorts of name generator things too. (Hint, hint. But don't use your real name or somebody might reverse engineer it.)

Vote Here

Should clues be expensive or free?
Easy or tough?
Cryptic or obvious?


On an unrelated note, they re-aired the episode of Conan O'Brien last night with the siging ghost guy. He did the Irishmen song and I know it's insensitive and such, but I can't help laughing myself silly over that one. I don't know exactly why.


Oh Irishmen pour whiskey on their meat
And they always wake up face down in the street
After booze goes down their throats
They all have sex with goats
That's why their kids have cloven hooves instead of feet


With profuse apologies to some of my ancestors.

Who's Up for It?

I don't remember where I first saw this, but aren't there days when you just want to get away from it all?

More Quotes

"To be witout some of the things you want is an indispensible part of happiness." -- Bertrand Russell

"Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold." -- Zelda Fitzgerald

Hero

Let me be your hero (whispered)

Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying
Would you save my soul tonight?

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh oh please tell me these
Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight?

I can be you hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Would you swear that you'll always be mine?
Would you lie would you run away
Am I in to deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care you're here tonight

You can take my breath away
I can be your hero


Enrique Iglesias

For Kari

When I was a kid they always told us to go single file and exit the building in an orderly fashion so no one would get hurt in the rush. Times have changed. I wonder if these guys are going to get sued when somebody tries to sprint from their store?

Somewhere Out There

For anyone who's think of someone other than themselves, far away.

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today


Take care of yourself, tiny dancer.

Waiting

Ever stop to think about how much of our lives we spend waiting for things? Things we have no control over, and even some we do?

"Patience and passage of time do more than strength and fury." -- Jean de la Fontaine

Strength and Courage

I like my blog friends. There's something special about talking to people in other parts of the world who have the courage to be themselves, honest, open, scared yet unafraid. Everybody has their own stuff to go through, and you have to go through it alone. Nobody can live your life for you, but it is kind of comforting to find there are people who'll stand right there and offer you a hand up when you need it.

I'm happy to be one of those hands.

Sleep well people.

Time For A New One?

The counter thing I've been using has been off line about as much as on lately. I'm wondering if I should go looking for new one. Then again, it's only a matter of curiosity to see how many visits this thing gets anyway. Seeing as how most of the hits are just me, I could probably get along fine without it entirely. I'll let it wait until I've gotten some sleep to decide (about that time, it'll be back on line again, I imagine).
Nap time.
Hope you're all well and safe.

"Au contraire, mon capitan! He's back!"

Storms only cut me off from the world for a day. Sucks being isolated, but it happens.
Now there's just that Tax thing to get through alive. Maybe they should be called The Infernal Revenue Service.

Here We Go Again

Storms. Lightning. Maybe hail. At least they haven't called for tornados yet.
What fun. We'll see what the world looks like in the morning.

Catch Me

I heard she drove a silvery sportscar
along the empty streets last night
hanging around with hairdos like mine
no, I haven't seen the kids for some time

Picked up her shoes from the red-brick stairway
just like a harpsichord as she moves
and back upstairs at half past two
with a paper folded outside the loo

Rain falls like elvis' tears
oh no, no sugar tonight
out on the highstreets
dim all the lights now
bright colour tears again

Baby, don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me

Hold on princess, don't you think that it's time
on the platform with a drizzle in my eye

I had a friend from over the harbour
he said he stayed with a neighbourhood girl
and sometimes when it won't go right
I can hear his voice inside me at night

Rain falls like elvis' tears
oh no, no sugar tonight
out on the hightstreets
dim all the lights now
bright colour tears again

Baby, don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me

Hold on princess, don't you think that it's time
on the platform with a drizzle in my eye

Baby, don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me

Hold on princess, don't you think that it's time
the ticket in my hand,
the train pulls down the line

Daylight Savings

I'm not a fan. If we're on Standard time less of the year than we're on Savings time, why don't we just move all the time zones over one place and call it done? Switching back and forth is annoying.

Why Bother? Why Not?

I really didn't feel like posting anything tonight, then I read Jade's comment and that got me thinking. And I went and looked at her blog. And that got me thinking about some other stuff.
And here I am. So here you go.

(Thanks Jade.)

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Oh baby
When I sit and dream
The skies cry with me
Now that I'm alone
Your voice wraps round me

Why don't you take me
Why don't you take me
Why don't you take me
Why don't you take me
Straight to your heart
Yeah I'm asking you please

I need you now
Need you need you now
Need you need you

Oh baby
You had all, and you were robbed
You lost me
And I lost you

I need you now
Need you need you now
Need you need you

One Dove - Why Don't You Take Me

Uh Oh.

I just read the most disturbing thing online. Apparently, it's been a life long dream of that wacky guy Tom Cruise to be President of The United States of America. Seems all he was waiting for was to have a child before he stepped up to the political plate. He just announced his candidacy for 2008 yesterday, no running mate picked yet. And the really frightening part is that he seems to have secured a commitment for campaign financing from global retail giant Wal-Mart. Nothing good can come of this.

On a related note, the watch battery that Wal-Mart sold me seems to have died, does anybody know what day it is?