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.

Dog Blog

 

Number of dog-related falls: 3

Dreams

Numerous and weird.

The Dark Ages

It's 12:28am. And very dark.
Dark....outside.
It would be a touch lighter, but 3 days ago, the local council, in a fit of austerity-inspired madness, decided that the town no longer needed street lights after midnight.

This project has cost (to date) £1.5 million pounds, and is estimated to save the council £500,000 a year.

So we, and we're all in this together, unless we aren't, will need to wait 3 years until this breaks even.

This has now resulted in some sort of unofficial curfew. You can see all of the late-night dog walkers desperately trying to cram in one last walk before you're pitched into a blackness that's akin to the Silent Hill games.

I know, because I'm one of them. Walking the dog around the block by torchlight is one thing, but picking up his mess, while holding the poop bag in one hand, torch in the other, with his extend-a-lead firmly grasped between my thighs, is not something that I enjoy. Especially as every few seconds, I have to wave the torch around, looking all around me, fearing that another dog walker will be coming out of the darkness.

Their are quite a few dog walkers in my neighbourhood that like to walk their dogs off the lead, or "out of control" as I like to call it.

One of my new pet fears is bumping into one of these canine surprises while I'm out with Billy, in the dark. The first rule of Bite Club is you do NOT talk about Bite Club. But I promise you that IF it happens, the whole street will hear it.

And I will side with my dog, whether he starts it or not. I'm not above biting a dog.

Anyway, back to the darkness. When did taking light away ever make anything safer? I mean, there's ONE albino that I know of in town, and I know for a fact that he goes out at night, so I'm sure he'll be loving it. But as for the rest of us, if you have to go outside for anything, you'll need a torch or you're buggered.

I have no idea what happens if a crime is committed or if there's an accident? The police don't have a magic button to turn these lights back on, so they can investigate something, look for clues, plant evidence, or whatever it is they do these days.

I've read the opinion of two locals so far on this subject. One said that it was spooky, but a good idea. While the other thought it was good for cutting light pollution and we made it through the Dark Ages, so what's the problem.

Why yes. We all made it through the 14th century. What on earth were street lights invented for in the first place? I mean, what madness! Why do we have cars, or penicillin? I mean, we made it through the Dark Ages without them. What's the problem!

By the way, what does the word "akin" mean?