The First Wives Club Vs. I Love You To Death

* = They are all around us...

The blog is first and foremost a place where I ‘process’ the things that I really can’t talk about effectively, or things that I need to blow steam off over, or just a running log of ‘Nerdery’. I try to not settle personal issues here, or slander someone (to often, a little slander goes a LONG way), or settle ‘beef’s’ here. So that leaves me in an odd spot today.

I was hit up with some information today at the place that gives me money for service regarding a co-worker and their on-going attacks on my lovely wife and myself. It’s difficult to know that I’ve tried VERY hard to be a decent co-worker and a resource to this person, and to my face they’ve been, for the most part, alright, but in the end it’s all for naught. It’s also frustrating to know that according to same said individual the folks in the Ivory Tower are listening to her. I’m not going to dwell on this. Nor should anyone, Cassandra included, who reads this. I do think this does however serve as a perfect example of the how and why this place where I spend 40 hours a week isn’t a place I see myself at long term. There is an underlying ‘vibe’ here that is disappointing and upsetting. There is a distinct part of me that wants to march down the hall and lay it all out on the table, that part is furious. The reality is it will do no good. It helps no one for that to happen. Instead I’m going to trust that the folks in those same said Ivory Towers can see through the ‘hype’ and the personal agendas and are capable of making the correct decisions. I know it’s a lot ask of people, but that’s the route I’m going to take for now.

On a side note, that was the best I could do without launching into a diatribe of vitriol and bile. The person who was kind enough to fill me in on some of this stuff would prefer that none of it comes to light until she’s gone. The sad thing again is, I had thought all adults beyond such pettiness.

I guess it just goes to re-enforce the idea that if given the chance all people will disappoint you. It’s human nature.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest I finally finished Battle In The Dawn: The Complete Hok The Mighty (**** out of 5) by Manly Wade Wellman. I had no idea what exactly I was getting into with this collection as I was unfamiliar with Hok, but I knew that everything I’d read by Mr. Wellman was fantastic. The premise being Hok is adventuring at the Dawn of man. He battles Cro-Magnon brutes, finds lost civilizations, sojourns to other lands, and just generally serves as a beacon of hope and growth in a harsh world. When I started I was prepared to dislike this work, as I felt it wouldn’t stack up well against Wellman’s other protagonist I love, Silver John. I have to admit I was wrong. While the tales may come off as a tad simplistic there is a beauty and fierceness, not to mention they are just infectiously enjoyable. There is an additional tale in the collection that doesn’t deal with Hok, but instead his tribe and how they fight off an invasion from Mars. Again when I looked at the premise I had an internal groan, but I really loved the story. It’s a testament to the inventiveness and will of man as a whole. In fact that’s what I think Wellman is trying to get across; we are capable of so much more. That’s a noble enough reason for me to have enjoyed another of this vastly underappreciated authors work.

Tuesday night I had the craziest and possibly the funniest phone conversation I’ve ever had. I called my sister just to see what was going on and instead I was treated to a diatribe on here desire to have a ‘Mini-Me’ to vacuum her house and live beneath her stairs, just why she can vacuum for 8 hours straight hence the reason for her ‘Mini-me’, to live in a nursing home with an I.V., catheter, and to ‘Bang old Black Dudes’ because it would just make life easier for her, how my mom’s new nickname is “Dream Crusher” and she’s OK with it, and finally how I am now to be referred to as 33% since my mom has changed her will to 33% for myself, 33% for my brother, & the all important 34% for my sister. It was truly amazing to listen to her erupt with this insanity. I wasn’t sure whether to be terrified by the possibility that my sister is bug-nuts crazy or just to enjoy the ride. I’m choosing to enjoy the ride…

RANDOM CRAP!

- I was extremely productive painting last week, this week not so much. I’m barely going to hit ten.
- The next time it snows will be to friggin’ soon.
- If we won the lottery the next few days or weeks I wouldn’t hesitate to come into the place that pays me just long enough to grab some personal effects, give a few folks the finger, and strut out of the building.
- If ‘Teh Facebook(s)’ is any indication then the Masses are just excited about this Friday’s Swayze-A-Thon as I am!
- I’m jonesin’ for some Chinese Food.

Life is not fair. It’s true. I just wish it had some semblance of justice to it. Trying to do the right thing, to be a better person, to be the ‘bigger person’ feels like it’s just an easy way for the parts of our society that bring us all down to get a stronger foothold. I guess I’ll continue to figuratively turn the other cheek and hope that Karma truly is a bitch.

“I've got a secret, I cannot say
Blame all the movement to give it away
You've got somethin’, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can't erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still can't believe there is a lie
Promise is promise, an eye for an eye
We've got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

I think you already know
How far I'd go not to say
You know the art isn't gone
And I'm taking my song to the grave

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone”


* = One can hope...