Crunchy Mustard

I bought two new outfits, for myself and for you.
I was hoping you’d like it.
Our first time, we want to look good.

Tonight’s the night.
My Nerves. My Sweat. My Knees are trembling.
My stomach is on perma press.
I hope everything goes well.

I jotted a few lines down. I hope I can remember.
Everything’s set. I’m in my room.
It’s six o’clock. It’s time to get dressed.

I gel my hair and I slick it back.
I dress my pants, my shirt, my tie.
A quick shave, a dash of cologne.
I hear ringing, I won’t answer the phone.

Why am I doing this — oh, what a mistake!
One false step, and its the bottom of the lake.
How I hate to disappoint you, after all the hard work.
You’d never forgive me.

I put on a jacket and over it a cape.
My heart beats through my chest.
It’s time to come out.

The music plays louder with each and every step.
The place is filled with silence muffling the music.
I look for you, but i’m alone. You’re not there.
It’s more than I can bear.

Alas, I see the glimmering of your outfit.
That’s the one I just had bought.
You’ve changed your face, your hair.

Flat across the table, I saw you and pause.
I saw you again and gasps I hear — they’re their.
I saw you once more and I saw you in half!
A screech! A sigh! A yell!
Am I a demon from hell.

I put you back together. Cheers and applaud.
I hug you. I kiss you on the cheek.
I vanish to thin air.

Virgo, Il Magnifico!
Magician and more.
No more.

The smoke sizzles….

STARGATE: CONTINUUM TEASER TRAILER!!

LOOKS SO BADASS.

I CAN’T WAIT.

A MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN AoT.

WOW.

So, last night (or yesterday at noon for the hardcore fans), Battlestar Galactica premiered its fourth and final season.

I just finished watching the season premiere. If I were to sum it up, it would something like OMFG! (oh my fracking gods).

This has to be up there among the best ways to open a season. My heart was beating so hard, so fast, that I could actually hear it over the sound of the show.

Twists and turns, you’ll find yourself yelling OMG! and WTF! every couple of centons - unit of time used to indicate one colonial “second” on the original Battlestar Galactica series (1979).

Very, very , very badass.

The Grass is Green. The Sky is Blue.
All is black. All is White. All is black again.

A drip. A beep.
A line is made. A pool is made.
The whites turn Red. A White turns green.

A drip. A tick.
No motion. No Beep.

A push. A push. A push.
A Kiss. A beep.

All is black. All is white. All is color again.
The Sky is Blue. The Grass is Green.

The Hummingbird Hums!

It’s almost March, already. Can you believe it??

In a recent conversation, I had convinced someone to think that they had misheard me when I had said that Time Flies Like An Owl.

While in a meditative state. I began to think about that phrase and found that there is some truth to it.

Time really does fly like an owl. We, like its prey, fall victim to it.
As it (time (or the owl) glides silently through the air and swoops down upon us, we do not realize. For when we do, at least for most of us, it is already to late.

Stitching. Stitch. Stitch.

She weaved and she wove.

Stitching. Stitch. Stitch.

The water’s boiling on the stove.

Stitching. Stitch. Stitch.

She rocked. And she rocked.

Stitching. Stitch. Stitch.

Forward and back, crickle and crack.

Stitching. Stitch. Stitch.

The telephone rings, the whistle blows.

Everything stops, but her breath goes.

Tick. Tock. Tick.

The cats meow.

As promised, I’m back again for, yet, another blog.

As I was traveling home from work, a few days ago, by means of the subway (metro), I noticed something peculiar. Or, rather someone. It was a leprechaun. I couldn’t believe me eyes. I thought to myself, this is rediculous…leprechauns don’t exist.I could hear my train leaving the station, so I pursued my mysterious friend.

He must have noticed me. After a while, he had stopped. Turned around. Looked right at me. I nearly lost control of all bodily functions. “What??” he asked. I replied, “You’re a leperchaun.” I had just heard another train come and go. There was no way I was going to pass this up.

- Excuse me?
- A leprechaun. You’re a leprechaun.
- Yes I am, or has it ever occured to you that I may be vertically challenged?
Piss off.
- I don’t think so…you’re not going to fool me that easily.
I know about you and your mischievous ways.
- Fine. You win, son. I’m a leprechaun. Are you happy now?
- I knew you were a leprechaun the whole time. I’m just
curious as to what you’re doing here.
- Well if you must know, it’s really not of your business.
Now please stop harassing me or I shall call the police.
- Oh really? Because I’m sure you’re here legally.
I’m just curious as to what you’re doing here, in the subway of all places.
- Good heavens, the misses and I, you see, we’ve been having a bit o’ trouble.
Me cousin had suggested we take a break. Go on vacation separately, you know?
We agreed. And so I went on a vacation. I was on a small secluded beach on the far ends
of the earth, Where the sun never sets and rainbows are oh so common. Me wife and I agreed to go our ways for two weeks. After a week in this paradise, I got so sick of not seeing her I had to return. With a snap of me fingers and the click of me heels i was back in my home. Ah the smell of the grass and the singing of the birds, like no other place on earth. Anyways, I walk into the house in search of some food. So I head to the kitchen and what do i see? Me wife with my cousin. Me own cousin, I couldn’t believe it. I was furious. Never have I felt such anger. So angry, I was, I cursed me cousin in a such way, I won’t even begin to describe. So I packed me bags and I came to New York.
- Why New York?
- I’ve always wanted to see the Big Apple, besides do you know how large the leprechaun community, here, is?
-What?
- Oh you best believe it, boy. Also I’ve always wanted to be an actor. You know, on the stage. Broadway. Big lights, opening nights, cast parties and shakespeare…oh he was a fine fellow, young William.
-Holy *!&@$^, you knew Willia..
Hey! give me back my metrocard!
-Hee Hee, Hee, you can’t catch me.

Before got in another word, the little runt sprinted away. Fast little man. But I was faster. Or so I thought. I was running just behind him. Ready to grab him by the neck. BAM!
I ran into the wall. He ran right through it and into the poster! I knew I couldn’t trust him.
Bloody Leprechaun. Angry, Puzzled, Embarrassed. I picked myself up and headed home. There was, after all, nothing I could do. Later on, I realized that it was me. I was the leprechaun. I was the mischievous creature whom I had chased after. I was chasing myself. I had deceived myself without even realizing it.

Note: I realize it’s been some time since I blogged last. You can say I’ve been on a sort of Hiatus. Rest assure, I am back.

So, my day began just like any other day. I woke up at 6 a.m. when it is still dark outside. I went to school and suffered through my classes. That’s not to say they are in anyway boring or torturous, it’s just that sleep does not come so easily these days.
As I finished up my last class and am just about to exit the building, I see a sign: Save a Life! Blood Drive in the Lobby. “This has to be a sign,” I said to myself. And indeed it was. I often think about what it would be like to save a person’s life. To be a hero. Fame and Glory. Like the mighty Achilles, or perhaps Diomedes. I signed up.
And so it began. I waited. And Waited. My heart beating twice if not three times its normal rate. “Next please.” I heard. This was it. The first phase. I had to get my blood screened. …It was good. Infact, it was better than good. “Very nice blood, very good iron. Lots of good iron,” the woman said.
Phase one complete. Now Phase two.
They looked at my arms. They chose my left arm and remarked at how nice it was. I was lying in the chair. Waiting. Finally, someone came over. Sterilized the area and inserted the needle. Ouch. It hurt. But i made it through. Pain was brief and I did not feel the need to look away. In fact, I watch the whole time as the blood ran from my arm into the bag. I was fascinated by the whole experience.
A few minutes later, I was done. I had filled the whole bag and several tubes. I did not feel dizzy or lightheaded. And I did not care to stay around too long. However as I was leaving I stopped by the snack table to replenish myself and helped myself to a little extra. I haven’t eaten all day. No breakfast and it was close to 4 pm. After all, I did just save a life. What better reward for a hero than a couple extra Quaker Oatmeal Chewie Bars and some Cheeze-its along with an extra carton of Wild Fruit Punch.

Merriam-Webster has chosen the ever popular phrase of exclamation, “Woot!” as their Word of the Year.

The word was chosen from a list of 20 including others such as “blamestorm,” “hypocrite,” and “quixotic” in an online survey. The words competing generally came from the mostly frequently searched terms on Merriam-Webster Online as well as their own Open Dictionary which operates like a wiki.

“Woot!” is known as part of l33t or elite speak, popularized by online gamer forums and geeks alike. Clearly, it’s no surprise “Woot!” came out on top in an online poll.

[Merriam-Webster Online, via WIRED.com]