It's odd in a way. How this blog has descended (plummeted?) from its original purpose. How what started out as being a way of humorously (?) looking at issues in a sort of 'off the wall', 'planet Pluto' kind of way seems to have fallen rather negligently into the pit of despond. I guess that's the way it happens sometimes. The brown squishy stuff is never far from the surface. It only wants the round twirly thing to start up and all hell breaks loose!
More food for thought came my way recently. Imagine if you will, a failed human relationship of the 'luurving' kind. It happens. It doesn't work out, you stay sort of friends but..........you can't live together. OK?
More food for thought came my way recently. Imagine if you will, a failed human relationship of the 'luurving' kind. It happens. It doesn't work out, you stay sort of friends but..........you can't live together. OK?
Now imagine this. Some shit happens. Two people caught in the firing line when the round twirly thing starts up offer mutual solace. A wee respite from the 'pain'. Now it involves nothing more than some mutual 'blootering'. Thats Scottish for getting 'off your face', 'bladdered', DRUNK! I hasten to add, NOTHING MORE! Why would you then go into one? Why blank the person at every opportunity?
What they do is of no concern, is it? Or even if it is, they don't have a right to make it their concern, do they? So why try and make the person feel bad? They have done nothing wrong, have they? Even if you think they have? I think it's just as well I'll be back at sea soon, I might start getting seriously depressed otherwise. It's hard sometimes having contact with people. It's so much harder when you're just a penguin, even if you are an Emperor!
And it gets worse! Another e-chum lost his job last week. Twenty years! I've no idea at this stage whether he jumped or was pushed, though I suspect the latter. A bit of a maverick in a company that no longer encourages them. The suits and 'yes men' cannot take the 'free thinkers' so they stamp on them. Sail on, K, and beware all you sailors, the dread pirate Roberts returns!
About the only nice thing to happen in the past weeks was I dug out the copy of the Princess Bride in the station and watched that. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!" I have always wanted to go up to one of the newbies and say that. Although I love "This is Spinal Tap", the Princess Bride is just too awesome for words. Reiner was truly inspired when he made it. The tongue so lovingly in the cheek and yet it's all so seriously performed. What I find so wonderful about it is that it works both on an 'actual' level, as a fairy tale, and as a spoof in a way that the book kind of doesn't. The book has always seemed to me to be just a little bit too clever for its own good.
So there you have it. Hopefully the end of a sad, troubling and emotional time. When I get back from the sea, Fricka returned this morning, maybe we can put all the doom and gloom behind us and just celebrate being alive.
Inconceivable! As the Sicilian would say.
About the only nice thing to happen in the past weeks was I dug out the copy of the Princess Bride in the station and watched that. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!" I have always wanted to go up to one of the newbies and say that. Although I love "This is Spinal Tap", the Princess Bride is just too awesome for words. Reiner was truly inspired when he made it. The tongue so lovingly in the cheek and yet it's all so seriously performed. What I find so wonderful about it is that it works both on an 'actual' level, as a fairy tale, and as a spoof in a way that the book kind of doesn't. The book has always seemed to me to be just a little bit too clever for its own good.
So there you have it. Hopefully the end of a sad, troubling and emotional time. When I get back from the sea, Fricka returned this morning, maybe we can put all the doom and gloom behind us and just celebrate being alive.
Inconceivable! As the Sicilian would say.
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