There was a friend of mine

I think he was a friend of mine. I liked him. Then again, you’ve possibly never met a man with such serious self-esteem issues. He was unwilling to disagree with anyone, to any real extent. Perhaps I did him more good than harm. Really, who knows. I guess he was desperate.

WoW: (r)evolutions

It’s been a while since I’ve visited World of Warcraft. Burnout, seasonal craziness, and fun with money. I took a small trip back, today. No problem! Just like riding a bicycle. It all seems easy… until they substitute-in a unicycle.

Daniel, my brother

you are older than me. Do you still feel the pain…

So, Daniel in the Desert is moving out of town. It’s a damned shame, really. I don’t know the man that well, and he was too far away to visit often, but I count him as a friend, and he’s going, going, gone!

Chameleon people (they hide amongst us)

This is a text I write for myself because, I find, thoughts go better on paper. They are better resolved if you think on them, formalize them, and write them down. Perhaps that’s not the same for you. Talking thoughts over with a friend is also a good way to figure out if you’ve come up with something insightful or just stupid.

If I still put up with this text tomorrow, perhaps I will post it. Otherwise, it’s a good exercise. (it’s tomorrow, so to speak. I’m posting it.)

Chameleon people. My best friend was one, for many years. He’s not, any more. Oh… no, you get the wrong impression. He’s not stopped being a chameleon, as far as I know. He’s just no longer a friend. His choice.

Those were the days, my friend…

“Those were the days, my friend.
We thought they’d never end.
We’d sing and dance, forever and a day.
We’d live the life we choose,
we’d fight a never-lose,
for we were young and sure to have our way.”

Flyin’ in a jet airliner

I ran out this morning on a desperate quest for another chair. I only had one chair and a sofa, which wasn’t terribly adequate for company. Thrift stores, ho!

The simple warmth of companionship

Talked with my old boy, tonight. Not enough. Never long enough. But it was so good. Love you, man. Love you ’til the end of time. My friend, my heart, my life, my love.

The dues of the Muse

A blog is a job. Make no mistake. You can’t really play “here today, gone tomorrow”– though, so many do, and… some you miss, and some you don’t. But, if you want to play with the big boys, you’d best write, day in, day out. Doesn’t really matter if the Muse has brought down the lightning, though you hope she’ll be back, tomorrow.

Hmm. Could talk about that stunning man, at the local store. I expect he doesn’t own the shop, though he ought to. Always a smile, always a story, and always a delight to see. Got to check for a wedding ring… although it’s never in good taste to prey on the merchants. They are there to sell but, not to sell themselves. Such a rare treat, he is. King Solomon knew nothing, nothing. Negra sum sed formosa. Beautiful man, what wouldn’t I do for you?

“Argh” indeed…

Dealt with my friend when I was going into depressed mode. Bugger all. I hope he knows how to deal with that, by now. Sorry, Bill. That random anger probably didn’t belong to you. Sheeit.

Argh

Sent a rude goddamn message to an old friend, tonight. A couple of ‘em, actually. He pissed me the hell off… but, you know, dumb response. I don’t know what else I’d do, do you? I mean… ticked me off but, damn. That’s not right. Hmm, google up the “apology song”, you think? Huh. Doesn’t appear. Google doesn’t know everything. Let’s see, “beach far away in time”… “Martha and the Muffins”… hmm, still no? No match at all for “I’m sorry but I’m still angry at you”? The hell is wrong with the Internet, anyway? I know this song. Where is the index entry?

Oh, I guess I’ll need to write my own damn words and not go stealing the phrases I find so evocative. Bill, man, you hurt me and you made me mad… all out of proportion to the unintentional crime. I love you, my friend, and I’m a fool for getting worked up. But “I’m sorry but I’m still angry at you.” Goddamn it.