It's Monday

Y'know how Robins are supposed to fight to the death? Well is that just "between Robins", or does that code of honour apply to everything that challenges the Robin?

I mean, if a cat goes after a Robin, but fails to catch it or kill it, does the Robin then spend the rest of its life trying to kill the cat?

Honour-bound.

Or if I go out there and annoy a Robin, once challenged, will it keep coming after me until one of us is dead?

Still Wednesday

I'm amazed at the futility of this thought, but I often wish that I could change things. We all have regrets. I wish I could just fix a couple of things.

But hey, parallel universes. That's what they're there for. And it's all relative anyway.

Poem - Born Again Every Minute

Nothing will be simple again.
Who you are now,
will not be you,
was not you
back when
Things can't be that simple again.

You're too old now
too young now
too mean now
and then

you promised you wouldn't be like that again.
But what is a promise when made to yourself?
Words.

Pick one. Pick any one.
A good day last Tuesday,
or a moment in 92
That's you.
A fleeting glimpse.

Born again every second
of every minute
of every thought.

Wednesday

My neighbour is watching a documentary on Michael Crawford. If I go to the bathroom, I can enjoy it too, it's that loud. My neighbour is quite deaf and for some reason likes to watch movies and TV into the early hours. He always has his bedroom windows open too, so we can all share in his viewing enjoyment.

The Westerns are the worst.

Nothing but whooping, galloping, gunshots, and the occasional cry of "Hank!"....

Anyway, I'm stood, sorry STANDING there, brushing my teeth and enjoying the commentary about Michael Crawford, when the programme mentions Condorman and how it wasn't well received. I almost, almost shouted out of the window "I love that film!"

I've gotta watch that.

My shouting out loud, not the film.

I'd rather avoid the film now if I may?

I have too many happy memories of it. No good can come of watching it now. Why would I want to? I remember it as being brilliant. How can seeing it again make it any better? It might turn out to be like the time I revisited the "Masters of the Universe" cartoon.

Amazing when you're ten. A pile of pants when you're twenty ten.

And those awful morals and safety lessons at the end of each episode. In one, He-Man teaches some kids how to cross the road safely. There's a road with traffic! On Eternia! When, during all the battles with Skeletor or Hordak, did He-Man ever get stuck in traffic or use a road? A junction?

Mental.

Lazin' on a sunny (not really) Sunday afternooooon....

I'm not really lazin'.

I wouldn't even know where to get a laser from. Not at this time on a Sunday anyway.

And it's not sunny either. I wouldn't know where to get Sun from at this time on a Sunday anyway.

I just listened to the Bangles singing Manic Monday.
You shouldn't do that on a Sunday. Now my calendar will be all thrown out. I'm too suggestible like that. In fact some days music isn't good for me at all.

I've been known to get stuck on an infinity loop of crap music.

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