Who Watches The Watchmen

Miracles by they're definition are meaningless, only what can happen does happen.

Just got done watching Watchmen again...damn it's good, bloody brilliant...depressing and poignant.

The Christmas Fridge

Merry Christmas

Iron Oxide

Wakey! Wakey!

Quite Cool

Quite cool...surprisingly accurate. View it larger here.

Addiction

came across this today, not sure why it resonates, but it does:

addiction...sad lonely pain shame anger can't look in the mirror can't face myself don't want to
give it up so hard longing wonder aggression embarrassment excuses justifications
unfounded weak empty heartless let me speak soulless shallow meager disgusted with myself
can't let it hold me broken don't break me strong willful demeaning hurtful break the
glass look away leave me alone quiet the voices overcome this survive the mind same
path wrong road going down to hell drag me away from this...addiction
--anon.

Poems

Recently commissioned to write a limerick for Christmas gift tags to accompany bottles of homemade Swedish glögg. Here is the result...

Only sissies will say they like mead,
And wine snobs do follow thy lead,
But glögg is a drink,
For real men who think,
They can drink with the best like a Swede!

...and a completely unrelated Haiku

It is dangerous,
to let the mind go astray,
and know not the path.

Worms In My Ears II

He hadn't noticed before. He examined them closely, the earphones at his work computer. There was a noticeable, and as evidenced by this post, a notable difference between the two. The left one, the one he exclusively used, was significantly more worn from use. The right seemed brand new. After a moment's contemplation, he optimistically hoped that the insides of his ears did not reflect this same sentiment...maybe he should switch things up for a change.

She Says

This is [not] the most important thing you will ever read:
Once upon a time...a woman had something to say, a statement. The words started flowing from her fingers, keystrokes of letters, words, phrases; and her mind, standing idly by, watched with a mixture of fascination and confusion. It was as if her soul had been welling up inside of her and was finally spilling over, taking shape, transfiguring before her eyes and she could do nothing, did not want to do anything but to let it go. It was scary and comforting, lost and found, ugly and beautiful, all facets of the same entity. And when she was done, in the final moment, it was brought to life with her last breath. She would be no more, but those words would live, and in that, her spirit would remain perpetually, eternally, forever.