Midnight Musings

Now, that's annoying. A perfectly good rant melted into thin air. Some might say it serves me right for doing this when I should be sleeping. If I'm being honest, not many are reading it. It would be nice to have a cult following but I'm realistic about it, if not rational. I'm doing this for my own amusement, not for the public good. If I remember what I was planning to say, I'll get back to me.

'night.

Don't run with scissors
Don't fight the tide
Cross with the green light
Keep your eyes open wide
Don't take those chances
like a bird on the wire
You know better than
to be playing with fire

Heed all the warnings
handle with care
You’re always so cautious
to see every snare
Watch you don’t set one
yourself by mistake
Don’t say you’re sorry
For chances you take

Desires of the heart
are a swift-running stream
Wading too close to
the current’s a dream
turned into a nightmare,
like matches that burn
too close to kindling
O when will you learn

Someone sent a co-worker this web site. It defies proper description, really. Judge for yourself.

Hip Baby Trio

Did you know that seals snore?

'night.

I was driving home from work last night when a car cut in front of me. The driver seemed very uncertain about exactly where the lane was, prompting me to keep my distance. Then I noticed that the make of the car was a Talon. I can't understand what causes auto manufacturers to decide on such bizarre names for their vehicles. All I could think of was the newspaper headline if this particular driver had caused an accident when he or she "merged" into my lane.

'night.

I'm not normally one for conspiracy theories but I'm tired of not being able to reach things without a step stool. I can't buy shoes when the stores only buy a single pair in my size because it's so small and then sell it in one day. Restaurants won't allow me to buy a kid's meal simply because I'm an adult (which I maintain is a matter of opinion, but that's another rant). All models are tall - even the ones representing the petites. The media refers to smaller award winners as pint-sized. (Why is it worthy of mention?) Even my goofily beloved Stargate SG-1 is prejudiced against the vertically challenged - their two shortest cast members are leaving after this season and only one of them voluntarily. The other one has been snidely referred to as "the small woman" and continually shot from strange camera angles due to the disparity of her height with that of the other actors. The only time a small actress was employed as a guest star, the main character made a point of picking on her stature. I am convinced that the departing actress' size was the deciding factor in killing off her character. And I will not take it lying down - especially since I can barely be seen when I'm standing up.

'night.

The rain is freezing
and crunches underfoot
leaving patterns on the sidewalk
and decorations on my boot

Boob: a stupid, awkward person; a mistake or blunder; goof. I think they all apply to the "overexposure" at this year's Super Bowl. Can we all drop it, now, please?

'night.