Pleae keep your wet, stinky dogma out of my karma.

In 1999 a movie came out which featured this song. Some of my readers may not find the movie, the song, or this take on life in general to be compatible with their own, but hey, I like it, so I'm sharing. Try to enjoy it.




Still
I am the harm which you inflict.
I am your brilliance and frustration.
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit.
I am your immaturity and your indignance.
I am your misfits and your praised.
I am your doubt and your conviction.
I am your charity and your rape.
I am your grasping and expectation.
I see you averting your glances.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I am your joy and your regret.
I am your fury and your elation.
I am your yearning and your sweat.
I am your faithless and your religion.
I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you averting your glimpses.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
I love you still.
And I love you still.
I am your tragedy and your fortune.
I am your crisis and delight.
I am your profits and your prophets.
I am your art, I am your vice.
I am your death and your decisions.
I am your passion and your plight.
I am your sickness and convalescence.
I am your weapons and your light.
I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other.
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you.

It's been a week

that I've been sans bebes. We've managed to get to the movies and eat out a couple times, we even got some stuff done. Mr. Logo installed a new screen door on the front of the house.

Innit purty? We also did some shopping and found a night stand for Mr. Logo that goes with our room. He even has drawers to keep stuff in, oooooooo.
With no Things here to distract me I actually got to read four, count them, FOUR books!
So I shall be arising early and heading off to fetch my young.

PSA

I'm not entirely certain if this is meant to be cautionary or just educational.

Either way, I hope you got a giggle.

I also hope Monday doesn't kick your ass.

Stylistic Differences

Yesterday in Seattle I met a fabulous gay guy who told me about a dog he'd owned some years ago. She was a small dog, and considerable overweight but according to him, "She really worked it." He explained that he had attached a cord from his waist band to a skateboard so she could ride along and accompany him on his daily run without having to exert herself.
He was certainly not going to make her exercise if she didn't want to do that!.
He did not, he told me, want to force HIS lifestyle choices on his dog.

Contrast this with a scene later in the casa de logophilia.

After our long day I dropped down onto the bed and reviewed the day in my mind. A loud sigh interupted me. "What?" I asked Mr. Logo.
"You are NOT following procedure! You are suppose to lie down on your right side and scootch over here so I can put my arm around you. THAT is the routine!"
I turned and scootched.

Takes all kinds, hm?

Dear Diary....

Today I am going to the dentist. Despite the fact that they always compliment my strong, healthy teeth there is something about knowing they are about to scold and treat one like a child,
"You know, flossing once a twice a week just isn't enough. You can do better. Come on, it'll be fun, let's floss, floss, floss our teeth!"
I should clarify, they treat you like adults on Barney treat children. My own children are far more likely to hear,
"Little dude, that is totally unacceptable, get yourself back into that bathroom and take care of your teeth. There is a choice and there is a consequence; do you WANT them to rot right out of your head?"

ANYWAY, after I do that I am continuing on into downtown because it is the first Thursday of the month. You know what that means?
Free museum day! I'm going to visit this guy.

Mr. Logo's office building shares space and a parking garage with the SAM. He went to work on his Harley this morning and I am going to head into town on Red Molly. Then we will come home together this afternoon.

There has been no mention of the Things. That would be because they are spending a few days with the Aged Ps. I do hope they all enjoy that. I know I am!

An award and a tag...You like me, you really like me!

I have been given a creative blogger award by Dorky Dad.

He said...

"I've lost track of who has received plaudits from me, and I'm sure I've probably sent some love her way, because Logo is SUPERB. Hilarious. She gets this one almost purely on the back -- literally -- of her post about "her latest trip this summer." But then I like slapstick."

WELL! When a blogger who is consistently funny, sweet, self-depreciating (in that humble, lovable way, not the low self esteem, someone-please-buy-this-man-some-drugs-or-self-help-books-immediately way), a lover of lobster panties and an adoring fan of his wife and son decides to call you creative and even give you an award, let me tell you, it feels good.

I only frequent the blogs of creative people so it almost seems redundant to name names, if I bother to visit, you can bet I think you are pretty creative (course, lately I haven't been visiting much at all, it's not you, it's me), but since I feel I ought to carry on the spirit of the award thing I will mention two blog pal who stood out recently.

First, my Limers, she had to have this award if not for the poetry, the unique take on HNT, the imaginative and brilliant writing in general and the bizarre sense of humor, well then because she lets kids paint with fish, ok, if that is not creative, I don't know what is.

Second, Ze Grunt, if you have no taste for the surreal he may not be your cup of tea but even so, you'd STILL have to admit he's creative. For example, "Zebras are stylish, with their striped coats and all. I wonder if the hyenas secretly feel insecure about this."
Also my main man there is battling cancer at the moment, all prayers and good thoughts should be directed care of "The Grunt."

Next, the aforementioned Grunt tagged me, it's a do over but really, I know you are all dying to know 8 MORE strange things about me, I did so well coming up with them last time.




The rulz:

"Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog."

1. I almost never follow all the rules of a tag. No one ever really seems to notice though.

2. I am so left handed that I cannot mouse with my right hand. Mr. Logo is pretty ambidextrous so the mouse stays to the left in our house. Thing One is learning to use it over there as well (we did leave the controls to the right hand setting though, so we just hold the mouse weird). I'm also left eye, left ear, and left foot dominant, although I can switch hit in baseball.

3. I am temporally disabled, or displaced, or something. I never have any idea what time it is. I rarely know the date either. Despite that fact I insist that all my clocks be accurate to the second according to the atom clock at Boulder, CO. However, if the batteries get weak or a clock stops it may take me weeks to notice it.

4. I started getting migraines in my 30s. They are not frequent but incredibly intense. The closest thing I've ever had to a suicidal impulse can be traced directly wishing to end one of these migraines by any means necessary. Don't worry, I just rolled around and moaned instead.

5. On my way home from the sign language class I am taking I will often unconsciously practice my signs. When I am on the motorcycle I find this gets me startled glances. I've tried to stop doing that.

6. When I am avoiding my children I will often go into my bathroom, lie on the floor beside my tub and watch the clouds, birds, etc. through the skylight.

7. I have been known to use a lighter stick and set dust bunnies on fire. I don't do this around my children but it is interesting how the ignition varies based on the composition of the dust bunny. I only do it out of scientific interest...of course.

8. Saturday when I was out with Susie we couldn't find an internet cafe or any place to check our email so I asked some guy at Tully's if I could check my Yahoo account on his laptop. He let me and didn't even take me up on the offer to buy him coffee. I've decided relying on the kindness of strangers may not be my forte but at least it pays off occasionally.

Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy

I'm still tired but I thought I would share some pictures from our sunset at the Space Needle.

Saturday we had facials at the Etherea Spa, mmmm, feelin' heavenly.