Savior

It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten
what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
as the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping
through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten

there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
and there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds
but seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you
like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear
so tell me now

if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know
that's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have

but the day pressed on like crushing weights
for no man does it ever wait
like memories of dying days
that deafen us like hurricanes
bathed in flames we held the brand
uncurled the fingers in your hand
pressed into the flesh like sand
now do you understand?
so tell me now

if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know
that' s when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have

one thousand miles away
there's nothing left to say
but so much left that I don't know
we never had a choice
this world is too much noise
it takes me under
it takes me under once again

I don't hate you
I don't hate you
so tell me now
if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know

that's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have
I don't hate you
I don't hate you, no





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Close one!

   So yeah... I get myself into situations that defy any logical behavior of a seemingly bright adult.

   I have set my kitchen on fire and recently flooded the downstairs apartment. Today was no different. 

  Except for one thing... I became aware of this personality defect of mine and decided to stop, drop, and roll. So to speak.

 A few weeks ago at a thrift shop.... I know... Hard to believe I was in a thrift shop.... I came upon one of those rubbery floppy thingies you can bake in. It was a Bundt Cake floppy thingy. I LOVE BUNDT CAKE !!

So today while making a butter pecan cake with coconut icing.. Cos my ass isn't big enough... I ready my Bundt Pan... Pour in the batter...

Oven preheated to 350...
Oven door opened....
Wait.... Stop a second....

I bring the Bundt cake thingy over to the table for more light....
I'm looking everywhere. AND BINGO!  Right there under the lip it says do not store anywhere over 200 degrees..
BECAUSE IT'S A FUCKING JELLO MOLD,!!!!

 What that plastic based oven fire would have wreaked in my life I have no idea. But the amount of adrenalin that dumped into my system was exhilarating! 

Mensa, Mensa, Mensa

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again invited readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Here are the winners:

1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.

2. Ignoranus : A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

3. Intaxicaton : Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

4. Reintarnation : Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

5. Bozone ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

6. Foreploy : Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

7. Giraffiti : Vandalism spray-painted very, very high

8. Sarchasm : The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

9. Inoculatte : To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

10. Osteopornosis : A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

11. Karmageddon : It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido : All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor ( n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
 

The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.

And the winners are:

1. Coffee, n. The person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.

3. Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade, v. To attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent.

6. Negligent, adj. Absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.

7. Lymph, v. To walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence, n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash, n. A rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle, n. A humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude, n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon, n. A Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster, n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism, n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent, n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men
 
 

For those of you on the fence on November 2nd.

What President Obama has accomplished thus far.


Averted a 1930's era Depression or worse with Bank Bailouts and Car Industry Bailouts
Minimized potential environmental disaster due to the Oil Spill on the Gulf Coastline
Passed the "largest" economic stimulus bill in American history.
Ordered the closing of Guantanamo Bay military detention facility and abolishing "enhanced interrogation techniques."
Setting a fixed timetable for withdrawing U.S. combat forces from Iraq.
Ordered 21,000 additional troops to Afghanistan and enlisting, with modest new assistance, European allies in a new multi-layered strategy there and in Pakistan, and setting a timetable for a drawdown of our troops.
"Returning science to its rightful place" by lifting the Bush restrictions on federally funded embryonic stem cell research.
Signing laws to expand children's health insurance (financed by a 61-cent per pack increase in the federal cigarette tax the adviser did not tout).
Signing a law meant to improve the ability of women who allege pay discrimination to sue their employer.
Lifting travel and remittance restrictions for Cuban Americans who seek to travel more frequently to the island and send more US currency to their immediate family.
Appointed the first Latina to the US Supreme Court
signed a law supporting increased financial aid to severely injured war veterans, and their caretakers.
Banned offshore drilling until parameters for deep well safety procedures are clarified.
Put a hold on Artic oil exploratory digging until environmental impacts are clear.
Passed health care reform.
signed a hate crime bill .
He also made the tabaco industry accountable to the FDA . And those guys take no BS. (hopefully!)

Titleless

" You may not be her first, her last, or her only. she loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there. " - Bob Marley


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Disenchantment

I saw this message “I love my job I love my job I love my job I love my job..." on someone's Twitter. It sounded like they were trying to convince themselves.
I thought about it for a second and asked myself, “What did I like about my job?” The easy answer to that question is I loved ALMOST everything about it. Yes “almost”…not all the things… And I bet the past tense wasn't lost on you...
The thing is, I loved being busy. My job is not the most glamorous, besides dealing with over sold flights, irate passangers, silver members with an odd sense of entitlement, and crews that seriously believe they are a band of traveling super heros, all the new happenings here in the station keep us pretty busy. Everyday something changes,new managers, new supervisors, new rules, new training, the list goes on and on and as always, the deadline was yesterday. I seemed to thrive on the chaos.

There are a few things I love about my job. ( present tense). I love our planes... They're huge, sleek, lumbering bohemoths that promise excitement and adventure.
I love working with the smart people... (especially with people smarter than me). l love traveling and I love being able to solve problems for people.
There are some things I hate about my job. The top two being politics and inconsistancy. I hate playing the politics game. But sometimes it’s inevitable, like it or not, we just have to play it. Simply because getting a politics-free job may be damn near impossible.
I used to hate the union. Especially the union mentality. The "It's not my job " philosophy. I always believed you should try to be the best you could be at your job. Get all the training available. Advance. Go "Above and Beyond" ... Yeah......right.
When your imediate supervisors treat information like power they protect and horde and treat training like treats to be given out as rewards for being agreeable to their bent work ethic it makes it very hard to be enthusiastic...
" If I keep banging my head against this wall maybe I'll be able to take the class I keep asking to go to".
Well now I have a fucking head ache.
So when the game is being played, I'll try to steer away from it. I'll stop going above and beyond. I'll stop trying. I'll stop caring. I'll stop volunteering to do extra things because I think it will make me a more valuable employee. I'll be a union member. I don't have to be valuable. I just have to show up.

Ponderings

In conversations with others lately, the topic of regrets has come up. While the remarks seem innocuous at times, I often question the real thoughts behind them.
It is the simple things like "I wish I had gone to this college instead of this one." or "I wish I had known that when I was younger, then I wouldn't have made that mistake." Sometimes they are bigger, "I wish I wouldn't have married this person, taken this job, moved to this place..."
While I have had some of these thoughts myself, I’m not the type to dwell on them. It seems, sometimes however, that often the people around me really feel terrible about their mistakes and truly wish they could undo them.
Maybe I've read too many quotes on not living in the past, or am retardedly optimistic in my life, but I can't do that.
Yes, I do see the importance of reflecting on things from our past, making sense of them as we are able, and taking the necessary {and in my case often painful!} lessons from them. However, I do not live in regret of them.
Have I made some big mistakes? Yes. {Oh yes!} Have I learned invaluable lessons from them? Yes, and still am. There are some I may question to my grave, although I will never regret them.
I am unable to do that. Sometimes, when I tell people this, they react like I am strange, or in denial. I guess I am just not wired that way.
I see the winding trail of our lives, and how each event shapes and molds the rest. To have missed one bad thing, to avoid one mistake, I would almost certainly miss several wonderful events as well. Even in the things I struggle with today, and am this close to blogging about, I do not regret. Do I hate it? Oh yes, every single second. I feel though, that at the end of the road, I will be stronger, healthier and take valuable lessons from it.
I have to look at the beauty life gives us as we head to the future. Rather than look to the past, and think that things could be different now if I'd made better choices, I have to look at what choices I can make today that will lead to a better tomorrow. After all, I have no control over the past, but I can shape my future.
It’s on the mornings of introspection that I realize why I love cities so much… The Noise.. Chaos.. Confusion…Lights… They cloak me.. Cover me, and protect me and make it easier for me to disappear. So yeah…. Its that kind of day..