Bored

"I'm bored!"
"My mother used to say, only boring people get bored."
"Are you calling me boring?"
"No, I was quoting my mother."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well, I'm still bored!"
"And how exactly is this my problem? Am I supposed to entertain you?"
"That would be cool."
"Not gonna happen."
"Why not? Don't you ever get bored?"
"Because I'm not here to serve you and no. I've never been bored in my life."
"How's that possible?"
"Well, whenever I find that something's not holding my interest, I think of or do other things."
"So.... you entertain yourself?"
"Exactly."
"Then you could entertain me!"
"Not gonna happen."
"But I'm bored!"
"Not my problem."

Words in my Head

The day began with a boom and a bash and a ripcord of blustering wind. The change of weather sent a spike through my skull; a keening that began before morning light. It followed me walking dogs and sitting with cats. I swim through the muck and seaweed in my mind, trying to find one coherent thought. But all I hear is that one high pitched note; all I see is light so blinding; all I know is this migraine. There are times when brain pain is followed by genius inspiration. This, I fear, is not one of those times.

Ghost Skull

 Ghost skull, oh ghost skull

Eater of such doom and gloom

Is there joy in you?

Of Ravens and Crows

After seeing this video: http://www.wimp.com/incrediblecrows/ on facebook about the intelligence of crows, I decided to watch the movie, "The Raven". From what I'd understood, this movie was supposed to be about the last few mysterious days of Edgar Allen Poe's life. If you haven't seen it, don't. It seems to be written by someone (or, perhaps, someones since there were two writers) who despised Poe and really just wanted to write a 'who done it'.
I was disappointed. I like Poe. When I was a teenager, I read everything he wrote.

But watching that led me to viewing this:

I knew some of the differences between Ravens and Crows, but this was fascinating! So good came of a crappy movie. Yay!

Drabble Dreams 8: The Warehouse

I'm on a date with a guy named Jimmy. He lures me to a warehouse. There are corpses posed to imitate life. The mechanic is "fixing" a car... the prostitute is on her back in a bed with her legs splayed... the cook is mixing something in a bowl... the nurse holds a dead infant... one man is attached to a rope dressed like Tarzan.

"He was a stunt man," Jimmy explains.

We come to a desk with pen and paper.

"How cliché." I sigh. "None are original. And I never write at a desk."

He sputters and I run.

Skunks!

The skunks sat sweetly

Waiting like duotone puffs

Catching sparks of light

Amazing things happening in this world

The Landfill Harmonic Movie is a project I support. I wish everyone the power to look at the detritus in their lives and find beauty. I find this to be utterly breathtaking. 

Things I've been doing today...

I...

• wrote an advice blog entry over in my petcare blog, Pocket of Poo, about what to do to prepare a cat for traveling.
• walked, petted and took care of seven dogs.
• petted and cared for four cats.
• prepared food and ate it.
• looked at and commented on pet pictures.
• worked on a short story.
• went by the library.
• printed up doggy and kitty report cards.
• consolidated trash.
• researched a few things.
• had silly conversations.
• drove and got gas.
• caused several people to smile.
• made a few lists.

April 1st...

April first means something different for my family than it does for the rest of the world. Eighteen years ago today my older sister was in a white water rafting accident. She came close to dying, was in a coma for close to a month and now lives with a brain injury. My parents are her full time caretakers. When they lived closer, my other sisters and I would sometimes help. Now only my youngest sister lives nearby. She is mostly functional, but her short term memory doesn't work so well while her long term memory is difficult for her to access. 

I remember the wind

The smell of chimney fire

As I dug for my keys

The door opened

"There's been an accident"

The crack in my dad's voice

Said no foolery of April

Would ever be fun again