ElegantlyWaystid's blog: "The Sailor cannot see the North...but knows the Needle can."

I am the cry in the night that no one hears. I am the wolf alone is his old age. I am the leaf trampled underfoot. I am the wailing of the wind through the trees. I am the whispers of footsteps in the shadows. I am the lost which are not found. I am the shadow not claimed. I am the voice that no one listens for. I am the eyes that are not seen. I am a crossed out line in the story of time.

Man nails Claus to cross to protest commercialism of Christmas updated 9:20 p.m. PT, Sat., Dec. 22, 2007 BREMERTON, Wash. - Art Conrad has an issue with the commercialism of Christmas, and his protest has gone way beyond just shunning the malls or turning off his television. The Bremerton resident nailed Santa Claus to a 15-foot crucifix in front of his house. "Santa has been perverted from who he started out to be," Conrad said. "Now he's the person being used by corporations to get us to buy more stuff." A photo of the crucified Santa adorns Conrad's Christmas cards, with the message "Santa died for your MasterCard." The display is also Conrad's way of poking fun at political correctness. He believes people do not express their feelings because they are afraid of what other people might think. His neighbors found the will to express their feelings this past week. Some were offended but many were just curious. Jake Tally walked by on Friday and chuckled, but did not pretend to understand the message. "I don't really know what to think. I know it's about God but Santa has nothing to do with it," he told the Kitsap Sun newspaper.

Alright...I seem to have done it again. I spoke too soon and out of turn at that. Seems I can't listen to my own bits of pseudo-quasi wisdom. I went and said never to something. At the time, it was perfectly logical. Still is. But the universe in general and my world specifically are not known for following logical courses. What fun would that be? And there seems to be no glitch. What was seen as a glitch originally would now be seen as something more imbedded. Not quite a virus...more benign at the moment. Just when it seems that I've got my life uncomplicated to the point of being manageable. Then again...the Universe is conspiring to give us everything we need. Seems I'm in need of a headache...lol. Kidding. Sorta. What this is remains to be seen. Right now...I'm shaking my head and laughing to (and at) myself. And tomorrow's only Monday.

That this particular line came up for this particular blog is absolutely perfect in its irony as it applies to so many who are on my mind at the moment. Of course, having the manners that I do, they shall remain nameless. All things considered, it's been an interesting weekend. So much that should have been wasn't...so many things that weren't even thought of reared their ugly heads...people who were supposed to show didn't, and those I didn't plan on running into were narrowly avoided. Another instance, I suppose, of the adage "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans." It's funny however when you run into someone (or narrowly avoid them), and when later asked about it by a third party you can honestly say that while you may know who and what they are, you don't know them. Especially if they were once part of your most immediate and intimate circle. Funny how those little glitches in the Matrix work, isn't it? As for me, minus the drama that is the Madhouse and is par for the course, life is as it should be for the most part. Wouldn't want to get too comfortable, now would I?

Saturday. Whit a bloody pain in thae arse. James an' Diana came tae thae house wi' Cheyenne an' Sable in tow tae see Dakota, an' when they left, a' bloody blue hell broke loose. Firs', baith Dakota an' Jack make a run for it oot thae gate, an' then Aubrey followed afore we could get thae damned gate closed. Thae two daft ones, we got back wi' only a wee bit o' trouble, but fockin' Aubrey. I dinnae ken whit thae fock got intae him, but thae bloody idiot, bein' a bit teched in thae heid, ta' me an' Ashley on an awfy long trek a'roond thae neighbourhood tae try an' get him. He widnae come near Ashley nor mysel', an sae we telt him 'e wis on his ain, we widnae chase him nae mair, an' went home. Two fockin' hours, an' then he came back an' stood ootside thae gate, waitin' tae be let ba' in happy as a bloody clam. Shyte fer brains dog. There's mair tae be telt, but no' noo. I'll let yae ken mair on the marrow. I jist want tae go tae bed an' see if I cannae dream wi'oot a Highland tune.

What a day. What a week already Pull a 13 hour work day. Included a near panic attack. Faked a near one too just to get someone to shut the fuck up and get to the point. The things I have to do to be able to work in peace...lol. I guarantee you, that wasn't listed in my job description. Funny...I've noticed that more and more, I write my blogs the way I have to write my ad copy. Every sentence gets it's only fucking line. Wow. Guess you could call this taking your work home with you. Too bad I don't qualify for overtime. Sheesh. Oops. Other than that and my standard gripe about the weather...all is good. 2 o'clock and all's well! Name that movie, and you get a cookie. If you've got cookies in your possession, that is. Pffffft. Like I'm going to buy you a cookie. Dream on. Not like I've got any spare Girl Scouts in my pantry. Night, turbos.

Wow. Got a phone call I wasn't exactly expecting last night. Not so much the content as the person on the other end of the line. Guess it was appropos considering how yesterday went. Note to self...beer and hot weather no longer mix well. And again, I say... August should be outlawed. Not only that, but July should be like leap year. The calendar (and the corresponding weather) should go from June straight into September. Fuck this. I'd say you could fry an egg on the sidewalk, but only if you didn't start an oil fire first. Shaddup, Jenn...that only happened one time. On that note...I'm going to finish BBQing so I can get me to a BBQ. Translate that, and you win. Oh yeah...Danny...you still have movies to watch before you hang yourself. See that you've got your priorities straight. Please and thank you.

Don't judge a book by it's cover. That said... Don't judge a blog by it's title. I dream a dream That one day... People will figure out that just because they have the ability to speak doesn't necessarily mean they should. On that note... That also applies to the new adage: "Just because you can open your front door doesn't mean you should be seen in public." No...someone does NOT have a case of the Mondays. More of the Sundays...only a day late. God bless the Captain. I don't know what I'd do without him sometimes. Another thing. A pox on this weather. August should be outlawed in the desert. All those in favour? I rest my case.

Someone I used to know wrote this on their profile: "I met a girl that leaves me speechless, breathless and in a stupor." Now...this sent me off onto a tangent (imagine that)... I can whole heartedly rock with that statement...if we apply it to people in general...as follows: They leave me speechless because they've managed to survive to adulthood despite being behind the evolutionary natural selection curve. They leave me breathless from pointing and laughing so damn hard. And... They leave me in a [temporary] stupor due to the lack of oxygen caused by the aforementioned pointing and laughing. Seriously...how DO some of these people make it? I suppose it's just further proof that if there is some higher being out there, they are not without a sense of humour. And a fucked-up one at that.

du·plic·i·ty /duˈplɪsɪti, Pronunciation[doo-plis-i-tee, dyoo-] –noun, plural -ties for 1. 1. deceitfulness in speech or conduct; speaking or acting in two different ways concerning the same matter with intent to deceive; double-dealing. 2. a twofold or double state or quality. n. pl. du·plic·i·ties Deliberate deceptiveness in behavior or speech. An instance of deliberate deceptiveness; double-dealing. The quality or state of being twofold or double. duplicity 1433, from M.Fr. duplicite, from L.L. duplicitatem (nom. duplicitas) "doubleness," in M.L. "ambiguity," from duplex (gen. duplicis) "twofold." The notion is of being "double" in one's conduct duplicity noun 1. a fraudulent or duplicitous representation [syn: fraudulence] 2. acting in bad faith; deception by pretending to entertain one set of intentions while acting under the influence of another Main Entry: du·plic·i·ty Pronunciation: dü-'pli-s&-tE, dyü- Function: noun Inflected Form: plural -ties Etymology: Late Latin duplicitat- duplicitas duality, double-dealing, from Latin duplex twofold 1 : the use of deceptive words or actions 2 : the use of more than one claim, allegation, or defense in a single paragraph of a pleading; especially : the improper charging of more than one offense in one count in a charging instrument (as an indictment) —compare MISJOINDER, MULTIPLICITY Wow...Guess it's a good thing I'm an avowed cynic...rock on.