Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Thing About Zeros

Now you and I both know that age is all a matter of perception. Right.

Yet there are still a few things that will still hit me like a big tractor trailer upon their reaching a certain number of years. This would be a big'un.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Sketch o' the Day ~ Harmonia No. 001

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Supafly Remix No. 66

I'm pretty sure one of the people living in my head, telling me what to do is that of a miniscule, sassy black woman with a killer set of pipes. Most times she's in tune except for when her overexuberance makes me trip all over myself as I'm trying to walk up stairs.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Don't Get Involved

There's a new chap at work. I don't know him at all. Today I found him off by the break table, blurry-eyed and shaky. I'm concerned but head to the bathroom for the moment. Try not to get involved.

He had surges of pain every now and then. He was clutching his chest. He would turn red. I ask him what's up. Be carfeul you don't get involved.

He's 21. He has no insurance. He won't call an ambulance. He won't see a doctor. He can't afford any of these things. He's more afraid of losing his job than dying. Don't get involved.

He gets this attack every day in varying degrees. His girlfriend broke his heart. She says he has a faulty valve. They are still together. Don't get involved.

I thought about lending him money. I thought about driving him to the emergency room. All I could do was sit there and listen to him dump everything about his emotional and physical trauma in the last few months. Don't get involved.

Logically, it can take a chunk of your life to help heal a potential faulty heart. And somewhere a thought in me screams "You can't do anything. Don't get involved."

Stupid thoughts. Go back to your frigid cave.

You're the reason I don't think I'll sleep tonight.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Urgent! South Central Farm in Danger

I don't know how many people still frequent here but please take a moment and read this, especially if you live in California. As of this post there are only 6 days left to help. If you know anyone who this info might be useful please forward it or post it to your blog:

Info and Pics:
Caped, Masked, and Armed

South Central Farmers


Friday, May 12, 2006

12 of 12: May Edition

First, you go here. (But then be sure to come back.)


Lately, I've been turning off my alarm clock in my sleep since I've no one to kick me in the face otherwise.


What did I ever do before I had a CD player in my car?


On Fridays at work just call me Mr. Clean.




Golden Delicious.


If I don't hold my headphones they fall off my head.


$6.49 Shoes.


Circumstantial evidence.


School buses now have AIR CONDITIONING. What's the world coming to. Why, in my day... I didn't ride the bus.


The long-armed monkey in the wild reaches for his native food: cookies.


Somewhere there must be a saying about brotherly love that involves grocery carts, sulking, and downtrodden bananas.


Beware the macaroni thief that strikes at sunset.

Now think about doing your own next month.