Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Good Listener?

lalalalalalalalalalalalala

Sorry, I can't hear you... Second cartoon from the front of my refrigerator - now in pieces due to age. Again, don't remember creator or timeframe so I'm hoping to be forgiven for using same. How appropriate though in view of current scenarios...all the rioting in Denmark and globally. Each day finds me more grateful to be the older person I am.

lalalalalala...index finger right and left hand - stuck into the appropriate eardrum. Overload - mental overload of bolshoy! sheer unadulterated crap pumped out by various representatives in our governmental offices each day. Another zap to our freedoms and another match taken to any benefits we used to have, as a taxpayer. How can these folks look at themselves in the bathroom mirror, at all.

Ford Maddox Ford wrote a book entitled "The Good Soldier" (turn of the century I think...) and it was made into a film years and years ago. It was about a man who lived in a middle class community (as best I recall) ...and who like most of us in life, had a local female (in his case) admirer. He wanted more though, and was overcome by the surface beauty of another young woman - of position, breeding, and affluence. Barely noticing the possibly kinder gentler woman from his same station in life, he naturally married the titled young woman.

Ah ha! But what he got in the end, was his due. This young woman had severe mental problems... and throughout the course of their marriage, he "soldiered" on with one unhappy and often quite unpleasant scenario, after another. There was a line in the story to wit...."Why couldn't 'we' all find happiness within a normal range of choices. Why did we all seek the unattainable. Everything was there to be had, but we all ended up with, exactly what we did not want.

Is this true of all of us today, as a culture? What choice was there that we did not look upon because it wasn't shiny enough, or 'enough' in some regard? lalalalalalala I have looked and I did try and choose based on a realistic value system. What I often got into, was the falsehood of someone or somethings having it on, at my expense. I'm not listening any longer.

Monday, February 06, 2006

WinD oO0's

How much is that doggie in the WindO...

Can't remember where I got this cartoon, or what it was from. Stuck to the front of my refrigerator by magnets, it even moved with me from my last residence -- and that was fifteen years ago. LoL Listening to the reports on the new Macintosh computers and the current bug fixes on various sites, it seems the transition is a bit bumpy? The cartoon made it through scanning, but now lies in pieces (too much exposure I guess).

Strap yourself in. Brace yourself. Wait for life in the land of the free, home of the brave after the axe falls with the budget. Omg. Visiting my new digs today I thought to meeself...hmn...can this be a bunker? Can I sandbag the perimeter? There is a brief patch of trees in certain places...will those hide me, in lieu of a big vast forest? Somehow I doubt it.

Ruddy rude way to enter into the last chapter of my own life...with fear and loathing. Oh where is Thompson when you need him. Nuts...long gone. Back in the mid 1980's at the software firm I worked for, my boss got the bright idea to remove a task from another staff member, and assign it to me - ...er, like, over night? That nearly created a complete breach of friendship between myself and the woman, who formerly managed said tasks.

Thinking about it now, I believe they were about to perhaps "terminate her employment"...we were on the cusp of what turned into 3! merger/reorganization ordeals. I waded into the additional work grousing to myself -- and I told Susan upfront inside a day, that I had "not requested" or suggested this work be given to me. Our friendship was saved.

So who's going to come clean in this fix we are in now. Save the day. Life never returned to a reasonable position after the first merger in 1983. Feels like life is going out the window today. We need fresh air, honest men, laws torn up and started afresh. I am too bloody old and tired for this.