guess what. . .

tuesday ain't as bad as i thought

but still drive-by blogging for the rest of the day...

11.34pm...sometimes my house is the most comforting place in the world...and then other times, it is filled with the sounds of those things that go bump in the night...












i miss ghostface killah

miss otis regrets

hit and miss blogging for the next couple of days, sweeties! monday madness will probably spill over into tuesday traumas and wednesday worries...but i'm keeping good thoughts and positive vibes and plenty of valium around!

peace

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from the adventures of the dread pirate roberts

sunday meandering

this day

the same and not the same. this sunday started as usual: a slow awakening, languid search for the clock and a sense of time. and then, i don't what it was, but suddenly nothing seemed right - that strange sense of imbalance/uneasiness that can drift in, surround and suddenly take over/swallow you in and take you down deep into the dark. coffee, you might say, that will do the trick! but no, not even the ritual of the beans helped, the first cup was just that, a cup...the morning paper, a bore. perhaps the adrenaline of last week set me up for this spiral of nothingness. . .

yesterday was a delight...so, why this? now?

holly cole - losing my mind



go navy!

enjoy your weekend!

damn, don't people realise it's a TGIF kinda day?

tell me this, why is it when a weekend is at it's most fresh and you know that in a few hours you truly will be free for few days with, yes, lots of FUN things to do, the first time your phone rings it's a

what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-to-make-this-problem-go-away call?

of course, the language was professional and business like, the vulgarity was implied, ok, maybe by me, but i digress. anyway, just to put it straight, yes, i made the mistake of not checking another professionals work, so now i'm the one getting called about what am i doing to clear this up. but seriously, darlins, ain't too much more i can do. these are the times i like to remember when people tell me how much they want my job, yeah, yeah, sure, sure, get to work in flip flops and jammies, short commute (read no commute) blah, blah, blah...next time i'm getting politely chastised by someone in germany, after already hearing the same reprimand by the guy who signs my check...yeah, i'll call you.

today, i am turning off my phone at 5pm and that's it for work. ok, maybe i'll just leave it on and screen calls.

listen up!

ok, m'loverlies, get out your headphones and give a listen to what i found over at scout's i copied her text because it's the perfect lead-in to the clip:

This Virtual Barber Shop is the perfect example of how our senses betray us. It looks like a video, but don't be fooled by what you see. Listen to it with headphones, making sure the left and right parts are in the corresponding ears, and close your eyes. After you've had your hair cut, tell me if you turned your head to follow the sound, and fess up if you cringed or touched the back of your head. And did any of you scream a little at the end, or am I the only one?




(and yes, even though i knew something's gonna happen! i did scream and jump!)

afternoon update
remember the ups fiasco? well, it has been resolved! the MITM called me this morning and said they FINALLY picked up the package. key words there, darlings, they picked up the package...as in went to customs and found it themselves (i won't go into the entire story, but suffice to say, you really, really, really don't want the MITM upset with you). yep, the package had been sitting in customs for this entire time! this is just another one of those times when i was chanting my mantra ...it's not my fault, it's not my fault because, baby, the guy who's fault it was, is in deep shit!

next bit of news, hassan and ghost arrived home safely. hassan immediately had to go to work, but it was only for a few hours prepping a camera. spoke with him about an hour ago. he'd just arrived home from the overnight shoot and was tired. but, he's fine and will have his leg examined later this evening.

AND, i am off later tonight to have dinner with friends!

life is good!

4.17pm update
digging deeper is back! go have a read!

something new and old at the same time

dienda


found this over at rock mum's! great way to share music. this is one of my favorite branford marsalis tunes from royal garden blues

today will be a blur, but i'll keep this tune inside and slide on through the day. . .

empty nest...

strange coming home to an empty house again. but hassan and ghost have things to do and people to see, so they're on their way home. take a moment, if you can, and drop by hassan's place and say goodbye. y'all made his blogging experience a good one and he certainly enjoyed reading all of you! i think we'll still see his comments, but the adventures of the pirate prince and the the little movie that could have ended.

wow, it's 6 in the damndarkmorning and i can go back to bed!!!!

(i am so over the empty nest syndrome!)

i'm gone

for a few days.

and all ya'll know why!

peace out.


(go listen to some music)

better pictures tomorrow (the walls are NOT yellow, bad lighting!)
hassan & ghost

for hassan, mr. moose and super nana

rock on

saturday in the park

the song is in my head!!!

make it go away

it's overcast, probably going to rain and the temperature is supposed to reach the upper 70s which in the south means... a sticky warm day...not nice. on the good side, hassan will come back to sunny warm weather tomorrow and monday, probably in the low 80s. lalaland will probably be along the same temps, so he'll get to slowly thaw out from his sojourn in sweden. he and ghost will leave on tuesday very early in the damndarkmorning and i will come back home and go back to bed! i'm rambling now, it's only saturday and i'm already dreaming of tuesday...*sigh* uninterrupted sleep. . .

off to pick up the new new glasses.

one day, only one day

he did it again!

just that quick!

ruined my new glasses!

i.am.done.

noontime update:

2 words:

under warranty

he will live another day.

and so it goes

it's thursday morning.

at some point today i will take some real photos (using the nikon) of my new eyewear. because, it's all about me...

on this side of the pond. (you know who you are)

and maybe, 1 or 2 of ghostface killah

or not.

hassan arrives on sunday and leaves on tuesday, taking ghost with him. (can you tell i'm starting yet another countdown?)

i'm just looking forward to some uninterrupted sleep.

*sigh*

update:
this nikon thing is getting complicated..how the hell do people take pictures of themselves?

and still another update:
soooooooo, the MITM read the blog and sent me users guide who knew there was a simple version, so until i read that...have some chuckles at yet another couple of cellphone camera pics!

go ahead and laugh, i nearly spit my coffee out when i saw mine! but in my defense, i already told all y'all

I.AM.BRINGING.THE.AFRO.BACK!

(sorry, i just couldn't bear it! i had to take it down!!!!)




perhaps, the final update for today...i'm posting this here because sometimes when you're distracted by the cute/funny/horribly distorted/outrageous photos i post (like mine today) you might forget or have no interest in reading the comments said items may have produced! BUT, because this comment is for all ya'll as well as me, here goes:

Blogger hassan said...

Ma, you're the man!
Everyone else, sorry, my blog got too boring to read but thanks for asking: leg is fine, miss my dog, home soon, and glad some of you checked my blog cuz it made me go to your blogs. My Mom's blog buddies are totally cool and I'm now a full on convert. I may not keep posting when I get home (Hollywood is incredibly boring) but I'll keep reading yours! Anyway, I'll be fine and you all rock!

things that happen in the damndarknight

i slept very well last night. that's a good thing.

my glasses didn't. that's a bad thing.

what is she going on about, you're asking.

you know you are

well, they were attacked while they slept by tiny little teeth, probably those vicious sand gnats or maybe golf shoe wearing mites. because i know ghost didn't find my glasses and totally mangle the hell out of them!

good sleep = lost glasses
well, i guess it really was time for new specs anyway and really, could this sweet puppy really do something like that?



yes and no

addendum: the dog and the rug are far more lovely in person. blame the photographer who's-too-lazy-to-read-the-manual-for-the-nikon-digital-camera-that's
-sitting-on-the -desk-behind-her-and-continues-to-use-her-cellphone-camera. ;-)

sometimes you just know

so here we are in the damndarkmorning again checking on a package delivery...yep, that's right, the same package from last week is still sitting in a damn ups facility in europe waiting to be sent on...you know the commercial "what can brown do for me?" i'll tell you, NOT.ONE.GODDAMN.THING!
NEVER
EVER
USE
UPS!
there will be more later

a theme song for today from . . .

medeski, martin & wood

i am slowly slipping over to the dark side...and i don't care.

Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife. Doomed is your soul and damned is your life.

mute monday: it's all about me

i've made my plan

here we are again in the deepdamndarkmorning...so today, no phones, no company, nothing. just me, coffee, the newspapers...and ghost

buhbye

saturday ...

and i have to work.

who knows when i'll be back.














not that i'm complaining. . .

why the hell not?

found this over at scout's the other day. take the test, see what you get...



have a great weekend!

had to share this one, terrible score i know, but i spent most of the 70's listening to 60s music or sesame street with my kids...but i have to admit, it's strange which songs/groups i remember .. bay city rollers?

I scored a Dynomite
60% on theQuiz by SheGoddess: Weight loss tips

the things that arrive at your doorstep...or desktop

thank you, dee dee!

on a personal note

i'm asking a favor.

drop by hassan's place and show him some love. he's alone in sweden and he had an accident today while filming, but, true professional that he is, he's posted pictures of the emergency stitchup that was done to his leg! yes, i know, he's a grown ass man, dawg, but he's also my first born son! so please help cheer him up and tell him i'm not crazy for slightly freaking out when i saw the pictures and listened to his voicemail!

thanks, i owe all ya'll! ;-)

4.30pm update~~~~~~~

thanks to all ya'll that went over and left a comment for hassan! y'all are lovely and delicious! xoxoxoxox

because i watched the news yesterday and saw a general speak

this is national poetry month, so every day i receive a poem in my inbox and since the academy of american poets is kind enough to also host every poet you could possibly think of, just kidding, a site for collected works of american poets, i usually spent a few minutes reading other works. i found this one by langston hughes and thought it most appropriate after yesterday's speech by general petraeus and all of the campaign rhetoric filling the media. ladies & gentlemen, i give you langston hughes,

Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!



From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1994 the Estate of Langston Hughes. Used with permission.

tuesday or yet another day that started in the damndarkmorning

even the MITM was surprised to get my call updating him on the expected delivery (remember the other day and the lost package?) anyway, it's on its way across the sea, like barnacle bill the sailor. (i have no idea where that came from) i can't complain, i have an easy commute to work, no dress code and a very liberal vacation policy and, most of the time, the hours are good.

i think i'll take a mid-morning nap now. (ok, considering when i woke up, it is mid-morning for me.)

blogging will resume later.

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whoever it is that selects the music that customers hear while they're on hold should be forced to listen to it! for extended periods! (I.HATE.BEING.ON.HOLD.)

(and no, i never did get to take a nap.)
(but, ghost did.)

~~~~~~~~~
ever fall asleep in the afternoon, wake up and find out it's still the same day? only darker? yep, finally five uninterrupted hours of sleep! only downside, it's 10.45pm. i guess it's movie time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
you know who you are: ;-)

You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by *** special services. You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're "them." We're "they." We are the *** ** *****.

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and from hassan

In much cooler news, so much cooler, my dog is now a year old. Yay, my dog is that much closer to not being a total jack-ass! Everyone call my dog and wish him a happy birthday and remind him about dog years and see if he cries.

so, there it is, yet another day in the life. i do need to check email something tells me those last reservations to ******* need some tweaking. . .

sure, why not?

the news waves have been filled with stories about the olympic torch being stopped on its way to beijing. it does of course, beg the question, where were all of these journalists when china was amassing her monetary strength over the rest of the world? where was this coverage when china was going into africa and highjacking economies there to, no pun intended, fuel its massive growth? and tell me this, if politics has no role in the olympics, then why was china even awarded the games? certainly not because it's a healthy place for them to be held or that the infrastructure existed to support the games. it was to award the biggest loan shark a prize for not calling in all its markers, the threats were made...yes, we live in interesting times. any ideas which countries will boycott the opening ceremonies?

yeah, it's raining again here...can't you tell?

afternoon still raining update:

the bbc online did a nice bit of historical background on the "tradition of protest" at the olympics.

sunday inthedamndark morning

this is one of the reasons i'm sleep deprived. the one night, that being saturday night or last night, i decide to go to bed early and NOT check email before i do, is the night there's a problem i could have dealt with then at 9.30ish in the evening and not now at 4.30ish in the morning. just so you know, m'loverlies, this ain't no whine because i do love my job, it's just a gentle reminder and a few suggestions. for future reference: never go to bed without checking your email, always make sure your cellphone is full charged and nearby, there's nothing wrong with routines/SOP so don't get off the boat!

this is going to be a very long day.

almost 10am...

and i'm waiting for a response,

for the plane to lisbon,

for some word that everything is going to be ok,

that equipment will be delivered and

that i refrain from saying out loud the obvious:


WE SHOULD HAVE USED FEDEX!


(that's part of my SOP - go with what you know)




(of course, now i have said it out loud...bless my heart, i'm not well)

new shit has come to light OR it isn't vulgar if it's a line from a movie

I got this from john he has a great explanation of this occurrence! this phenomena aka rickrolling is part of the urban dictionary! i live such a sheltered life! i always wondered how that really deep voice came out of such a babyfaced boy! (that's probably a really sexist remark)

this is so not my good side

or can we go out now?

just because

(camera phone pic)

did you say something?

this sums it up for me today. enjoy your weekend.

over the transom

check out scout and find out about project guttenberg. she'll give you the link there, but you really should go and read her blog. thoughtful words from a talented and generous woman.

there will be more LATER

my contribution to the culinary world. ok, it's from the nyt, but i found it for YOU! ;-) i'm waiting for coffee and reading about food/cooking. starting to think about a possible party this weekend, i need a menu...the theme is "it's saturday, let's have a party"

soooooo, as i was saying...more information, but this is probably going to interesting only to those who worship at the seasonal church of baseball, but, as super nana reminded me, the holiest of all seasons has begun in of all places, tokyo, japan! it does make sense, in a global way, that the 2008 opening day match-up for major league baseball would take place in a country that loves the sport as much as americans do (sugar, they have organized cheering sections for games and t-shirts!)! anyway, all this to say, right here in in my little town, tonight is opening day for the savannah sand gnats. our minor league team is now a "Class-A South Atlantic League affiliate of the New York Mets."

it's time to "play ball!"

my favorite line: "Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying! THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! and here's the full clip!!



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and another thing (totally unrelated to baseball)
before you forward one of those warning emails, check this out! people, people, people, THINK before you mass email out! check things out, verify and even then, think about who you're sending things to! and yes, i am your friend, and yes, i appreciate you wanting me to have good fortune, but no, don't, please don't send me one of those chain emails...you know i won't forward it to anyone and i won't send it back to you and please, don't make me sit at my desk and yell at my mail program, ok? it's totally freaking ghost out! please, for me? ok...

~~~~~~~~
and so it was that more words came unto her. . .

i'll say this again, if you haven't read digging deeper before, you really should go over and check out his latest post. he's been away, but came back to share his thoughts on the current primary, the upcoming election and the general state of disrepair here in the usa. go on, i'll wait.

while i was waiting, i noticed that a few of the links in my blogroll are no more...gone or closed to me (which i don't take personally) or inactive, but still up...and then there are those that have stopped coming by or i've stopped reading...who knows, but as the title says...they are and were, some of the places i've been

wednesday/hump day/mid-week madness

i had planned an april fool's joke, but someone else beat me to the idea and i really didn't want to look as if i were ripping anyone off, so i didn't do it...BUT, there is still an element of surprise in the possibility of just doing it one day and all y'all just sitting back in amazement and shock! (ok, the 7 of you who always drop by)...i mean, it could happen, i could surprise you.

one day




some day


but not today.

it could happen

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thanks, dee dee ;-)


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is this possible? or just one of bloggerville's best april fool's jokes?

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today is one of those days that make you wonder "why?"
as in,
why bother?
why do i care?
why does it matter?

and also,
what did i do?
what did i say?
what did i not do?
what did i not say?

maybe it's totally out of my control.

fuck'em if they can't take a joke!