Flowers in the Window

Had rather a confused moment just now where I thought someone had delivered flowers to me in the office. And while I'm sure that was very sweet of ya'll, I was relieved to find they were for my neighbour, who actually has reason to be sent flowers, having passed her licensing exams last week. Now though, the bouquet can reside on the table between us, and waft its delicate fragrance over me. Not sure yet if this is a good thing.

I mean, pink just isn't my colour.

Kuntark Ketiki Maya

'As if,' I sneered when asked if I were a Trekkie. And then leapt wholeheartedly into a discussion of the, relatively, new Star Wars animated film and going to see it next week. I can't see it this weekend because my housemates and I are hosting a Lord of the Rings marathon, hobbit feast, costumes, and all. Funny then that us dorks can be such snobs. For I can't deny that I am. A snob and a dork. Oh well. So it goes.

At least I can't speak Klingon.

She Wonders Why

She said 'I swear the sun rises, every morning in the West
And I wake up every evening, wondering why...'
Then I thought of of all the lies
That we could have said instead
And now the moon is dead

She said, 'I've seen your God, and he's just like other men
But he let the world slip, through his hands...
Now he wanders it wondering why
And if he could have been saved
Slip beneath the waves...

So It Doesn't Go

I thought I was going to die last night. Was calmly getting ready for bed, sitting right here, checking and not responding to emails, that sort of thing, when a Facebook ad caught my eye. An awareness ad describing the tragic life, or death rather, of a young man who'd been misdiagnosed with a simple virus, when it was more. And the ad proceeded to describe the symptoms of this disease. A headache, which, coincidentally, I have again tonight, extreme tiredness, and a myriad of other symptoms, one or two of which I might have at one time experienced. Trivial details in isolation, but when taken together, in last night's sleep deprived state, caused me to experience mild concern for myself. But I couldn't really do anything about it. Wake a housemate and tell them I need to go to the hospital 'cause I'm rather tired? How annoyed would they be? Shyah. So I decided to just grin and bear it. Finished getting ready for bed, read for a bit, and then turned out the light on the last night of my life.

Then I woke up this morning to a gloriously clear sky and the sunshine streaming through my window.

What a relief that was.

Oh Sarah Palin...

You do amuse me. A quote of Mrs. Palin as found on CNN:

“I'm not going to be out there judging individuals, sitting in a seat of judgment telling what they can and can't do, should and should not do,” she said. “But I certainly can express my own opinion here and take actions that I believe would be best for traditional marriage and that's casting my votes and speaking up for traditional marriage that, that instrument that it's the foundation of our society is that strong family and that's based on that traditional definition of marriage, so I do support that.”

Well that about sums it up.

A Nation of Scarecrows

Thank you America, for providing an endless source of news that the rest of the world is powerless to avoid, able only to look on in fascinated horror. Do Americans realize that their politics have the power to dominate foreign broadcasts? And yet the inverse isn't even remotely true. Prob'ly a good thing. Americans would crack up if they saw a House of Lords debate. So anyway, I broke my habitual rule of avoidance of the television, and particularly the news, tonight because, well, I couldn't think of anything better to do. And I was treated to a rundown of the Democratic and Republican presidential campaign strategies. And I shall now have some pretty good nightmares tonight. Well done McCain for denying Obama is an Arab, and proclaiming him a decent family man who you simply don't agree with. Though I did note you left off the Christian bit of that appraisal. At least it's a start. But dear God, it might be too late. Interviewed next on the BBC was a Republican supporter who claimed he 'wouldn't vote for Obama. The man is friends with terrorists.' To which he was asked, point blank, by the reporter, 'Do you really believe that?' 'Absolutely.'

*cough* What?! How? Have people never heard of fact checking? Or, more to the point, have Republicans never heard of fact checking? Though I s'pose I should pause there to question if staunch Democrats are so blinkered. Am I that blinkered? Am I staunch? What is staunch? Do I mistake my pre-ordained, liberal views for an open-mindedness I don't really possess? Are Republicans positively mystified by my acceptance of Obama and absolute terror of Palin? I'm really intrigued to find this out. Surely not though. Surely not.

I mean, I at least have a brain.

Back with a Brand New Invention

It was a good habit. I've decided, now that I've gotten away from it, that blogging was a good habit. It started as a cathartic sort of release. And should have stayed that way. Say nothing, and thus imply everything. But then I fell into the trap of caring what people thought. Realizing that *gasp* someone might read this and *gasp* someone might think it's rubbish. How nonsensical we so often are. Well gasp no longer. I shall henceforth make an effort for it to always be rubbish, and thus save myself the angst and doubt. Meaningless blog-driven drivel, meant only for my own consumption.

This can be the appetizer.