The lunatic is in my head.It was a full moon yesterday. I could feel it before I confirmed it with the calendar. Nothing seemed quite right and I couldn't blog for the life of me. Which is a bummer, because I'm really trying to write every day.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
--Roger Waters, The Dark Side of the Moon
“Promises are like the full moon, if they are not kept at once they diminish day by day”
I did feel like howling if not writing. So perhaps I was just moonstruck. But I suppose thinking a full moon makes us looney is just an undocumented myth like the evils of secondhand smoke. All I know is that the full moon leaves me feeling a bit discombobulated. That and knowing that I very likely will not hear back from the Queen of the UK and won't receive my knighthood.
Which leads me to another big downer: I finally did find several sites online where you can get a title of nobility. The cheapest-- Peerage Confirmed, Authentic Titles of Nobility -- allows you to send in an application to be a Knight, Duke, Duchess, Count, Countess, Marquis or Marchioness. Once accepted (and you check clears), they will send you a genuine certificate stating you are whatever royal title you paid to be. The title is conferred on you by "Prince Douglas" who was "raised from the Rank of Baron to that of Prince in 1991 by the Orthodox Patriarch of Antioch (Jacobite Rite) The Lord Alexander II." That sounds pretty darned impressive to me. Becoming a Knight costs $150 U.S. And it costs $1500 to become a Duke. It doesn't say what it costs to be a Squire (sorry Mickey, The Incontinent).
Okay, call me a lunatic, but I'm thinking this deal falls into the same category as buying Sea Monkeys. I'd send in my check to get my titles and I'll end up with brine shrimp.
To top that off, I discovered the United States doesn't recognize any titles of nobility, so even if I got my certificate of authenticity from Prince Douglas, the nasty little bureacrats at the DMV wouldn't let me call myself Sir Tim Edwin the Fair and Flatulent on my driver's license anyway.
Sigh. I'm going back up on the roof and howl. I think the neighbors are starting to get used to it.
But I think it still kind of freaks Tess out.
Everyone has their quirks, though.