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Friday, June 09, 2006

Shooting for the moon


I sensed it was close to another full moon before I confirmed it with the calendar. The level of weirdness in the world is just a tad more looney than usual. Maybe it's not the moon, and I'm just suffering from my post-Idaho depression. Or maybe it was yesterday's virtual blackout from blogger and blogging that has set me off kilter.

I almost felt compelled to talk about current events and the bombing of al-Zarqawi, the alleged leader of the al-Qaidi in Iraq. I even went so far as to write something, post it, think about it and come back to delete it. All I will say now is that I think the impact (no pun intended) of dropping two 500-pound bombs on the guy is that we've created a martyr of major proportions and nothing good can come of that.

I came back and deleted what I'd written partially because of the weird mood I am in (probably due to the full moon) and the fact that I don't like reading about politics and it would be hypocritical for me to write about it. I'm not an expert on world affairs and me rehashing the evening news is pointless.

Besides, world affairs are not funny, just absurd. And I come here to laugh and be laughed at (that doesn't sound quite right, but I hope you get my point). Perhaps this is another reason why blogger being down most of yesterday put me in a pissy mood. I sat in front of the television with my laptop listlessly clicking on blogger.com every five minutes just to see the "We're Sorry..." message. By the time they got everything up and running last night I had lost my sense of humor and just went to bed.

But I had funny dreams.

Blame it on the moon.

9 comments:

Alex Pendragon said...

I have NOT abandoned politics
I have not put away my sticks
I am NOT speaking in tongues
I speak english by the ton
and I can't seem to do good Seuss
so what's the fucking use........

Time said...

THE Michael, It's okay. Regardless of what language you've been writing in, it is still pretty cool.

Hayden said...

watching carefully in case you perpetrate some infamy against clowns... ok, evil hearts, maybe. But always evil with smile.

Time said...

Why Hayden, I'm hurt. You cast aspirations after I created the masthead just for you %:o)

Hayden said...

alas, I am born to suspicion, to seeing a sly grin under a friendly smile. my apologies (if they are deserved, she thinks frostily as she stares to see what emerges from the site!) it is the sound of the circus calling, the strange lie of the lilting luring tunes...

Time said...

Circus week ended here long ago. Though I really didn't deal with the whole issue of clowns at the time. Perhaps...hmmm. I'll think about it.

Hayden said...

hey, wait a minute. you did away with the clown! I knew there was something suspicious going on! free the clown! (not to be confused with a clown-free zone)

Hayden said...

(clowns hang together: we may be clownish but we are also clannish, and never clone-ish)

Time said...

Lights, welcome back. Sorry about your friend. And sorry you didn't have a good time in Las Vegas. You should have looked up Mickey. If you are catching up on blogs, you better ease back slowly with THE Michael. The moon is working on our friend in Florida.

Hayden,
Your obsession with clowns and taunting me with them has forced me to take action. Think of it as tough love. Sometimes you just get hoisted by your own petard.