They say space ruins relationships. I believe it. I’m not talking about personal space, even though they might be. I don’t mean that his demand for guy time away from her coupon clipping is the spark or spur to the inevitable divide. I don’t suggest that two people perpetually intertwined for twenty-four hours out of … Continue reading Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra
Dreams XI
Change is inevitable. Nothing you do will change that. Paradoxically, the inevitability of change is the only thing that doesn't change. Remain static and the world—the universe—moves on without you. I always slip back into this blog with the intention of making it a regular thing, but I typically only find time at the beginning … Continue reading Dreams XI
Dreams X
I haven't had too many memorable dreams of late; however, I did have an odd dream last night that had some strange details I have been able to hang on to into the morning. I have never watched an episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, and I couldn't say with any confidence that I even … Continue reading Dreams X
Et tu, Ides of March?
A year ago, I made my usual March entry noting with increasing nods of the knowing that March is my launchpad month. Slayer of Winter, art thou here again? Alas, I had no fucking clue what was about to happen. Last March launched a series of non-events that have left me in a lurch of … Continue reading Et tu, Ides of March?
42 VI, or The Pleasures of Change
As I sat in my chair today, a mysterious feather-thieving wind whipped through my office. I had been distracted before its arrival—by many things for many measures of time—and came to full attention at its most subtle stirrings. I did not see this wind, nor did I feel its suggestion on the hairs of my … Continue reading 42 VI, or The Pleasures of Change
Dreams IX
I had another traveling dream last night, but this one was significant in its difference from past dreams. In the past, my travel dreams have been about places I know—familiar places just offset from reality by a few clicks. These dreams have a tendency to have a lot of roadblocks and pitfalls. It is in … Continue reading Dreams IX
Update
I don't really have time to write this right now, but there's a buzzing in my head. I need it to go away, and I know this will do the trick. There is an increasing amount of anxiety building up within me right now for a number of reasons. In the past, this anxiety would … Continue reading Update
The Routine
I have a problem. I can't just do things. A lot of us have this problem, but intrinsically, it's different for all of us—it's unique. It has taken me probably thirty years of struggle to finally realize and accept that I am a horrible, horrible perfectionist. Not only that, I've also realized and accepted that … Continue reading The Routine
Nightmares III
Stand still while I bludgeon you with a series of sudden blog posts after a prolonged silence... In this post, we continue to explore the recurring denizens of my nightmares. We've explored the Black Dog, the Bears, the Snakes, and Xenomorphs. This time we'll look at one of the most fearsome of the recurring denizens, … Continue reading Nightmares III
Dreams VIII
As far as tropes go, the idea of infinite parallel universes is a fairly persistent and timeless one. I mean, paradise, heaven, hell ... alternate universes of a sort. As time and our culture has progressed, the concept has undergone some refinement, from the collection of Star Trek episodes across all series that feature alternate … Continue reading Dreams VIII
Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
I've not written an Inner Wild piece in a while. I'm not sure where this fits, or what planet this is on, or who Meretricious Mandy really is. I just know she's a Solarian, and I know why they call her Meretricious Mandy. --- Limping back from a long day on the hunt, Meretricious Mandy … Continue reading Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
42 V
I suppose I drifted off there for a bit. Life is currently taffy being pulled on a hook—sometimes I'm piled on, stuck in place and frozen between layers just right on the hook, and sometimes I'm on the stretchy bit and time slips away into distance. Something I feel I need to voice is this … Continue reading 42 V
Dreams VII
I've had chest pain since Sunday evening. It's localized and hurts when I move, so I'm pretty confident that I did something moving around. It hurts to breathe, but it's a dull ache. I'm not having trouble breathing—I'm getting enough air—but there is some discomfort. No, it's not Covid-19—though I suppose it could be a … Continue reading Dreams VII
Nightmares II
The denizens of my dream universe are many. Consistently, most are representations of people and entities I've actually been exposed to in waking life; however, there are some recurring entities that I have no first-hand experience of. In nightmares, that strangeness and unfamiliarity adds to the distress and terror. It's difficult for my dream self … Continue reading Nightmares II
Dreams VI
I'm not getting enough sleep. That's what I'm currently going to blame my inability to remember my dreams on. I caught myself last night waking from a dream with a full cognitive grasp of the full details of the dream I had just come out of. My vision was distorted—similar to the geometric patterns I … Continue reading Dreams VI
Nightmares
Recently, I have had something of a dry spell when it comes to dreams. Perhaps, though, it is just an inability to remember dreams that leaves me without something to explore in waking life. I remember bits and pieces, sometimes just the settings, but no real details. Last night, I know that I dreamed that … Continue reading Nightmares
Dreams V
For whatever reason, my dreams of late have been fleeting, few, and far between. My mind has been in overdrive though, so perhaps that has something to do with it. I've not been going to bed at decent times and my diet is all over the place. Hopefully I can find some semblance of routine … Continue reading Dreams V
42 IV
In this, my 42nd year of existence as a human being, I'm dedicating myself to charging forward randomly into new frontiers of discovery about myself and the rest of the universe. I've decided that I've spent enough of my life observing and processing what's been going on around me that I've grown a bit restless. … Continue reading 42 IV
Birds
Kelly and I were on a walk last evening when I spotted a couple of birds flying overhead that had a strange wing shape. My initial thought after the minimal glimpse was falcon, but it just didn't look right, and I couldn't think of a falcon that would be in that area of Arlington. My … Continue reading Birds
Dreams IV
One of the big reasons I decided to write down my dreams is that the act of recalling the dream universe we travel to each night actually aids our dream memory. It's like a recursive bit of code—part of remembering your dreams is remembering your dreams. It sounds redundant, but the idea is used quite … Continue reading Dreams IV
