housekeeping

Hey,

How are you? A lots been happening I see. My Lord Phoenix and his Lady wife are about to embark on the next stage of their lives together. The Hook is still WOWING us with his wit. Woman, has recovered from her meeting with …. well, you know. and friend, mentor, poet, artist, UK guru and all around good person continues to inspire.

When I first started this, I was listening to, (I’m sorry, I was #Soundtracking) …
A Fine Frenzy – Come On, Come Out from One Cell in the Sea

I’ve told you about the mirror universe blog, haven’t I? It is primarily a blog consisting of my “artistic” endeavours. I place art in quotes, because I DO NOT pretend to be anything but an amateur.

We walked along a crowded street…..Almost Lover

I like to take photographs and I have this device that just when I’m plugged into it and the Muse, I feel like an artist.

So with that said, that’s what’s gonna go there. Photos, sketches, doodles, drawings, stuff like that.

Here, I will still explore those things that make me go, hummmmm. WTFrak???

I think I’m also gonna just go with the flow…..who knows where it will take me, you, us.

There is life in here…..I wonder what.

QUERY how does one “ensure” original content if you maintain multiple blogs? That’s what I am finding difficult, making sure that I’ve original content in all areas. I mean, do you really want to read the same stuff on separate sites?

Luke Bryan, that’s who I’m #soundtracking now.

Well, I’m done for now.

Thanks as usual for follow, comments, likes and stuff. You guys and gals are da best!

Wow, it’s almost the end…

Ok, one way to make up for lost blogging days….post your “drafts.”
Yeah, I think I’ve posted four or five blogs left on or is it “in” “draft” status. Of course, I believe that most of the were combined in another blog, but as I said in one, “oh well.”

I’m just pleased “TO BE.”.

Now off to read some statistical analyses. Type to you next year. 👽👽👽👽😜

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Query: to whom does the Father Confessor confess?

Well, to whom?

Now hang on, I’m not talking confessions like. “I’ve killed 27 people and their bodies are in the root cellar” kind of confessions. I’m talking about…..

“Hey!”
“Hello”
“Do you like the new “rebooted” universes the comics are creating now.”
“I am adapting. I do find it somewhat confusing as I read many of these titles as a kid and well, I’m still getting used to a black Aqua Lad.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Nevertheless, I may add a title or two to a collection. It is the ideal time since the reboot universe is still in its infancy.
“yeah, me too. I like to be spanked with a wooden spoon while wearing wellies. Is that weird?”
“I am especially interested in The Legion of Superheroes.”
“Did you hear what I said?”
“I chose to ignore that.”

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT????

ROFL

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What???? Just what am I to do with that.

Is it weird? The act itself, no. The fact that you told me, yes.

Wow

Snaps

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but I don’t know what politics is

And I awake to the thumping of some tribal music coming from the pub across the way. No biggie! Then this scream. It is the same woman, every bloody night she exits the pub and screeches. she is beyond pissed. I wonder if she will have a massive hangover. I’ll watch BEING HUMAN: US. And ramble on until sleep revisits.

I am beginning to make my preparations for my return trip to back VA. I purchase my ticket on Wednesday. I am kinda looking forward to the 18.5 hour trip…kinda. I set up a tumblr account to “photo” blog it along the way. I tell you this. As soon as I return to HR(Hampton Roads), I am heading to the beach. I have missed the sounds of the waves lapping at the shore, the taste of the salt spray, it will just be nice to be back at my centre of power. Jejejeje

I think I am going to try to combine a few draft posts into one. Ready? Set! Go!

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Had the oddest dream. I was sitting on a split rail fence, eating a kebab of roasted veggies and a huge crocodile jumps up and snatches my food, leaving me completely intact.

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I admit, I have this “fear” of returning. So much has changed and I fear that those changes have separated me from the past. Does that make any sense?
I fear a loss of freedom. I fear a loss of self. But, how can that be? Perhaps not a “loss” of self but a “submersion” of self.
But aren’t these the “feelings” one usually experiences when one returns “home?” oh my, “home” is not a building, it is a place where you’ve left a heart print

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Confession time…
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HUMAN EMOTION. Whoa now waitaminute… Hummm, maybe what I don’t understand are the complexities, the nuances of human emotion. I often tell people that I am emotionally distant (which really isn’t true). I believe that I just process stimuli differently, weigh the helpful and less than helpful outcome (as best as I can, with all available data) and thus react differently. But most times, I follow… (I don’t know what to call it…my “inner voice??”
I have also learned to take certain emotional cues from those around me. And sometimes that just confuses the hell out of me! enough about that…for now

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If we fill our hours with regrets over the failures of yesterday, and with worries over the problems of tomorrow, we have no today in which to be thankful ”

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My Lord Phoenix, soon to be 31…Ahhh, to be 30 anything again. Any plans? And a 6 month anniversary coming up…

and finally

aquarius

We may feel as if anything is possible today as the Moon’s entry into futuristic Aquarius encourages us to cut our ties to the past. Alluring Venus forms a cooperative sextile to radical Uranus, attracting us to new experiences. Venus, too, enters Aquarius, further detaching our desires from our emotions. Anticipation can set us on edge and a lack of self-restraint may empower us to overreach our limits and take risks we might normally pass by.

peace and long life

Public transpo – day 2

“Love is never painless,” that was tattooed across the neck of a lady sitting in front of me this morning on the bus. Never have truer words been written/inked/penned, whatever!

Morning commute, OK, I think I have found the “perfect” schedule. Up at my usual 4.30, out of bed by 5, out the door by 5.55, on the bus by 6.15 @ work by 7.01 (give or take) I am liking this. I can read and answer e-mails, “plan” my work day and most of all, I am not stressed from the drive to work.

Ahhh, the sunrise this morning…BEAUTEOUS!

I am a day behind: Something from the “How to be green”calendar.

“Cowardice asks the question, ‘Is it safe?’ Expediency asks the question, ‘Is it politic? But conscience asks the question, ‘Is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but one must take it because one’s conscience tells one it is right.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.