This week’s quote comes from my new friend Lamar, shooting on lane five:
Glocks are like potato chips, hot wings and handjobs: once you have one, you know you’re gonna want another one.
Um… okay. But you might carefully consider how you combine those. Just sayin’.
Musings from behind the wheel.
In the time I’ve had the iOS app for WordPress, I don’t believe I have ever once written and posted an entry directly from my phone. I’ve decided that is something I should try, if only to determine whether or not it is a viable workflow.
For those few of you who may be reading this now, you should know that this is the first item I have ever posted to my blog, which was dictated directly into my phone, using voice recognition. I feel like I should recite “Mary Had a Little Lamb”, or something.
Of course, usually when I’m thinking about how I want to word a blog post, I’m not trying to deal with some jerk crossing into my lane at 70 mph at the same time. I need to be a bit cautious, until I get the hang of this.
Safety first.
Oh, wait. That’s right. It is.
Why not be here for the end of the world?
This is where we were supposed to be.
This is where they talked about it.
This is where they sang about it.
Where should we watch the end of the world?
I’ll make us a picnic lunch, and we’ll find a nice, grassy spot.
We’ll tell each other all the corniest jokes we can remember.
We’ll tell each other big plans for what we’ll do tomorrow.
We’ll make each other promises about tomorrow.
And then we’ll hold hands and watch the end of the world.
I keep waking up at night, thinking of something I meant to tell you.
In the morning, I can never remember what it was.
In the morning, I don’t feel the panic of having left it unsaid.
In the morning, I am distracted by sunlight and sleepy eyes.
Perhaps I will whisper it to you, as we watch the end of the world.
And then I remember that I meant to tell you I was sorry.
Sorry for all the promises I made, but didn’t keep.
Sorry for all the pain you felt, but didn’t deserve.
Sorry for all the apologies I owed, but never gave you.
Please take a moment to forgive me, as we watch the end of the world.
…but lighten up a little.
I am energized today by the prospect of helping someone else set up her very first blog. Of course, if blogging were so darn exciting, you’d think I’d be here doing it more often myself. My natural instinct is to berate myself for not practicing what I preach. But I’ve decided to take a kinder, gentler approach to self-motivation this year. Instead of labeling myself an inveterate hypocrite, I choose to see this opportunity of helping someone else get back to writing on a regular basis as inspiration to do a better job of it myself. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
If only life really had a bottomless reserve of Mulligans
Don't drive angry.
In anticipation of another rodent inspired winter weather watch, I took a portion of last evening, and fired up my copy of Groundhog Day, starring Bill Murray, et al. I’m not sure what it is about this film that has me watching it over and over again, but this ironic example of life imitating art is not lost on me. Still, as much as I have enjoyed this film (time, after time, after time…), I have always had the subtle sense that there was something not quite right about the storyline. Continue reading
