Matchmouse Journal

And so, and so, and so.

How flat life would be if we refused  to accept the borders that emotions wrap around our lives, good, bad or otherwise.

Say for instance, when somebody calls and we get bent out of shape over - our attitude  surrounding all of the  who, what, where, when and why 's of the call. That would be the bad or otherwise of emotions.

And so, if my mother calls me again and tries to suck me into those implied inflated emotions of "life would be so much better if I was so much better."  I'm going to flatten her. I'll take my emotions right out of that call. And that would be the good.

Hello World.
How are you?
I'm fine, thank you.

Now, does that mean that I'm fine or the world is fine.
I guess it depends on if you're talking to me
or listening to me.....

What'd ya say?

I had a bit of worthless energy taken from me a moment ago. After opening up to the world, my live journal entry left me. Before I launched it into cyberwhatever, I wanted to see how it looked in preview nakedness. With a push of a button I was relieved of my recent efforts. How dare that happen...The future may have been altered because of what I produced..........or not. The world will never know.
Superman where are you? Can you get the world to rewind itself for just two seconds. I promise I'll refrain from trying to better, what was obvious to the powers-that-be, a work of complete....... (PUSH)

Talked to a friend today who just doesn't have it all together. Poor guy. He's like me on a bad day. Unfortunately, due to some pretty strong medicine, he's on a stretch of bad weeks, maybe months. I learn a lot from him. Not at his expense, but I just watch. I learned that most of your troubles can (and should) be put aside and forgotten about. A lot of them fade. My friend doesn't quite do that. The medicine makes him push forward and he makes the troubles bigger. Like this example, he got some imput about a project he is working on from one of his fellow office workers who is known for thinking she's the only one who knows what's going on. Well, instead of letting it go in one ear and out the next, he gets mad at her for being her (she has an indelible ink flaw not an erasable ink flaw). Now, she's mad and insulted. Unfortunately for my friend, this lady has an express lane to the boss. This happens on the same day my friend misses a phone conference. He's the only one in our group that misses the phone conference. Some days need a quitting time five minutes after you start work. I worry about him not having it together for so long. There is still a part of him that can do the job. But, gosh darn it, there is another part of him that can't. I wish the can't one would stay in bed. I blame modern medicine for fixing one problem and causing another. What do you do, what do you do.....

In a far away place, at the top of a high mountain, the wind blew and the air was cold. It was a place that didn't matter to anyone. Nobody cared what happened on this mountain. Nobody cared until the garbage of the world reached so high that the only place on earth that wasn't covered was the top of this high mountain. People came to the top of the mountain. The mountain top began to be covered in garbage, too. So, the people left. The wind blew and the air was cold and the garbage blew away. The top of the high mountain returned to what it was and to the way it had always been, windy and cold and very high up.

If anyone is looking for me.....I'm at the top of this high mountain, garbage-free. This is another way of saying I started my day in a pretty good place, deteriorated into a garbage place and happy to say, I am ending my day in a pretty good place.

Nothing to blog. So, I'm blogging nothingness today, enjoy!

I was just sitting before my portal to your brain......('cause when you read this, I am in your brain, think about it) wondering what was going to come out of my plane of existence and touch yours..(this is getting heavy, let me put it down)
So this is it...if we are just a spot in the universe, is that something or nothing?......I know, I know the answer, it's something (even if I don't feel like it is sometimes) because if our spot wasn't there, the universe wouldn't be what the universe is right now. It would have to be different. So, the answer is something and not nothing, 'cause my spot makes the universe different. I read the comic "Pearls Before Swine," so this little thought slips out without any difficulty from me. And somehow, today, it was very necessary to say, along with mentioning that I would think coffee and amaretto would be a fabulous taste treat!

Hello world. Another revelation. An idea stolen. Out there for all of us to see but only some of us to understand. I present to you an observation made by someone other than myself but appreciated fully by me. I invite you to visit a McDonald's playground nearest you. Bring popcorn, bring peanuts, sit on the bench and enjoy. Because, there you have for your enjoyment, a hamster habitat gone mad. Instead of hamsters, you have the munchkins of the future world crawling around in tubes, poking their heads out of tunnels, going down slides and crawling back into tubes and doing it all again. Anyone out there ever have a plastic modular hamster habitat that inspired your hamster to crawl around in tubes, poke their heads out of tunnels and go down slides (or ladders) and crawl back into tubes and do it all again? Munchkins or hamsters...all the same animal, don't you think?????

Some things in life happen. You know they happen but you probably won't ever see them happen. Well, yesterday, Paul Stewart was riding his motorcycle and saw a bird fall from the sky. The bird was a big black gackle, like a small crow. He watched it die in mid-flight and fall to the ground. No gun shots, no swooping hawk, just flying and then not flying and dropping straight down onto the road. That action must have happened before, but how momentus when it happens in front of us...

I think I start out most of my thoughts by saying to myself..what if. I feel more grounded in reality today...... So, unfortunately for me, my what if's and what is's are bumping into each other. I've had two disappointments this year concerning what if's and what is's, I'll share...... A disappointing secret slipped out on a receipt from Sonic Drive-IN that a Cherry Limeade is a sprite soft drink...... I had't had such a rude awakening since the secret sauce on the big mac was revealed to be thousand island dressing.... That is no little incident when you are still thinking that what if's outnumber what is's. ..... So then, using sprite instead of a secret ingredient - named or unnamed makes me feel as if another domino is falling down taking magic out of life. I thought limeades were so special but they're not PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, they're just ordinary sprite..... Another disappointment came when a selfish reality seeker, a what is, described how a taste is just a certain chemical reacting to a receptor that you've got on your tongue. That bothers me 'cause I like the taste of strawberries but now I know strawberries are just an illusion. The secret ingredient is a stupid chemical. Must we know everything !!!!! The world has too many sharp edges to run into without magic somewhere out there providing a little cushioning. Period.....

It's humid in Central Texas right now, this very minute. Open the door, it smells like a swamp. I was reading a poem from the internet last night called "Dry Spirits." Not dry spirits here today.

I turned around a few minutes ago and noticed that there were over 20 little flying bugs suspended in mid-air about two feet from my left shoulder. That's not right. It's amazing how long it takes your brain to figure out things. Maybe it's because when you read books or look at TV, movies...you can suspend action without changing the universe. But, there I was sitting across from something strange. I suppose if it had been a threatening something, my mind would have kicked into overdrive and I would have moved. But, without thinking about that, my mind just took it all in and it took me a few seconds to realize what was going on. It wasn't a shocker, it was a spider web stretched from tree to tree and the flying bugs were waiting for their next surprise. Because I am sure that they, like me, noticed something not quite right with being suspended in mid-air. I was glad I wasn't in their situation. How nice that I was only the observer today. When I take my last breath, I suspect there will be a flying bug somewhere around me saying what I have just said today. I think so.

I've got a Western Ribbon Snake just outside in the ivy. They have babies in late July, about 12. I may have lots of Western ribbon snakes just outside in the ivy. I had thought that I had an over abundance of toads in the yard. I've got one hiding in my ivy flowerpot but all of his friends seem to have disappeared. Most of them could have moved out to another neighborhood after I flushed one of them down the toilet (where he had entered the house originally). Or, they may have already been recycled as snake droppings. I don't know. I've thought about this subject about as much as I want to....

Ever sit in a hotel room and wonder what the rest of the world is doing? You can turn on the tv and get a glimpse of what is supposedly happening. I just don't think that,that's what's really going on,though....cause when you go outside and you smell the un-air-conditioned air, see the light from the sun instead of the incandescent bulb and hear all of the unfiltered noise around you.....it's not like tv at all. I know there is an off button and a channel changer for that part of life when you've already checked out of the hotel....it feels harder to press than the one for the tv. I guess that't why I don't do it as much or at all. But, I might find the strength one day, I might....

Summer in Texas is like the dead of winter in the extreme North. It's dangerous to even go outside for awhile. We are in our lock in months when you feel like you are locked into air conditioning just to survive. You learn to adapt. Days start very early morning when it's only 80 degrees outside. Well, it's almost 6 pm. I'm getting sleepy. You just have to wonder, and wonder, and wonder....why do I live in Central Texas? There must be a reason...