Eyebaal Goes To Black Outline World

One day Princess Eyebaal went to Black Outline World. It was awesome. The End.

That Cloying Scent

The Good Lord has sent Jeff to hound me about a perfect art show opportunity. Despite my clever defenses I am finally given over to this one. Who knows why it is I drag my feet on these things?

So now I have to come up with an idea. The show prompt is simply "Monster Mash." It's light-hearted, and perfect for the October season, especially with Halloween coming up.

I love Halloween. Probably my favorite holiday. I've got a birthday around then, so I always felt a certain ownership of said holiday. There's revelation in the ghoulish spectacle. Something light, but edgy. Good stuff.

Cryptic, no?

Southpaw

I was notified that I smell like a wet dog tonight.

...Hmm.

Time for a bath.

In and Out of Shape

Balance.

Just looking for a little balance today.

Everything, All at Once

Pilfer, wrack, and ruin.

We listened to an audio-course all the way back from the Carolinas this week. It was "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire." It was informative, if not a little depressing at times, to hear about the centuries-long struggle for power that resulted in hundreds of thousands of (roman) deaths as legion fought legion for the dictatorship. Shocking stuff. I had no idea how regular the forces of that empire engaged in its own bloodletting through deceit, assassination, and full-scale civil war.

All for the promise of power.

For 99% of those in the game this ended quite badly, usually with a dagger in their back and/or head on a pike. News to me. I'm glad I wasn't alive back then. Thankful to be hidden away here in an Ohio suburb for the time being.

Goodbye Gravity Star

I've been informed that I need to start journaling again. When I asked whether or not that included blogging, the answer was a firm "no." So disregard this post as it's part of a vestigial motion, a superfluous gesture that just happens to coincide with something more meaningful.

At the least let's use this post as a mile-marker of sorts, a reminder of what we all hope will be a significant change. Something is molting, wriggling out of its skin. Only time will tell if anything useful emerges. More than likely it's just the same organism, but with new socks.

Yes, yes. And on and on.

We were in the clothing store today. There was a customer assistance phone hanging on the wall there. On the little postage stamp-sized screen there was a single sentence. It said, "Message for you."

For me? What's the message? I think I need to know. Maybe it's something comforting, like "God loves you." or maybe, "Life will work out. Don't worry." Any of those would do.

Just give me some good news.

Tomorrow, Today

I've noticed a correlation between times when it's raining and the frequency of my blog posts. The same holds true for when I am ill. So today is double-trouble in that it is both raining am I am recovering from a bug. So I dust off the blog and take it for a stroll.

Dear Planet Earth:

You are beautiful. Everything about you is wondrous, down to the little weird things like dirt, mud, and rotting leaves. Even in your mundane aspects I can find merit. When I spend any amount of time amongst your splendor it never fails to leave me with a feeling of peace.

You are a good planet. I'm sorry we keep ruining you with all the horrible detritus of human civilization, things like oil spills and toxic waste to name a few. Let's never pretend for a second that our current way of life does not come with a cost.

We'll wreck your ecosystems on a whim if we think there's something of value that can be squeezed out of it. We cause extinctions. We are your most destructive biological inhabitants. Viruses ain't got nothin' on us. We're too in love with the sound of our own voices.

We're sorry. I promise we'll try harder from now on.

With all our love,

The Humans