Like I haven't got enough to worry about

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,3604,1578335,00.html

What if you only use your left hand for writing and use your right hand equally for doing everything else? I use my mouse with my right hand. I can throw with my right hand and I use a scissors with my right hand as well. I do tend to sleep on my left side. I eat with my left hand.
I read from left to right. Did I put my left shoe on first today? I'll have to start paying attention to that. You know I was really proud of being lefthanded. This must be a.......RIGHTWING CONSPIRACY. I don't have anything left to say.

Monday moaning

What is it about Mondays? Arggggggggh. Well now that's out of my system. Another thing that's really bugging me is some Who fans. Pete Townshend starts this blog site for The Boy Who Heard Music and people go nuts. Fans are accusing others of being sycophants because they choose to post a message telling Pete how much he means to them. Fans are posting messages telling Pete to create a new Quadrophenia and play loud Who music and forget about everything else. I'm proud of Pete. He put up a diary entry pretty much telling them all to knock it off that he would do what he chooses in his own time and in the manner that he sees fit. Good for him.
I don't care how much money someone has invested in Who music or how many hours one has stood in line for tickets for one of their concerts. The fact is that you do not have the right to tell Pete what to do or how to do it. You never did you never will. Is that such a hard concept to grasp? All this complaining about 'Pete promised us this or that and now he's not following through blah blah blah.' Well who said he wasn't? Besides all I heard him promise was to try and see what came out of some recording sessions. I trust him. I always have and he's never let me down.

Catching up

I hate getting out of bed in the morning. I'm afraid I've gotten out of the habit since being out of work. I try to set my alarm to go off as early as it used to. Sometime it wakes me up other times I don't even hear it. Or it just doesn't go off. The trouble is I can't seem to fall asleep at night. I toss and turn for hours before I finally drift off. It's like I just can't find a comfortable position. Maybe I should take sleeping pills. Better yet maybe I should start drinking tea in the evening instead of pop.

Along With The Crowd

I wrote this a few months back.


ALONG WITH THE CROWD

I am waiting to take my turn on the ride
Because everyone is here no need to decide
Just follow the crowd don't break away
Or they will trample then point as you lay
Eyes straight ahead they won't steer you wrong
Just nod in agreement as you are pulled along

But I keep getting a feeling and it won't go away
That there is so much more to try for today

There's plenty of room in our self made paradise
Just follow all rules and don't ever think twice
We play as one here and you'll do as all are bid
Gather independent notions and keep them well hid
There's nothing but grief in breaking from ranks
Stumble about with your ideas don't expect to get thanks

But how can we learn if we never fall and get hurt
Build courage and new life from a pile of dirt

Raining

I love rain in the morning. Waking up to the sound of it falling. I love going out after it stops and just smelling the air.

I was messing around with photoshop and came up with this. Turned out pretty cool I thought.

Memories of Matinees

I used to work at a movie theatre. I did usher duties, concession and I worked box office. Sometimes it was okay. The staff was alot of fun to work with. There were some real colorful characters. The joking around between shows would leave you in stitches. I remember to carefully move around helping customers trying to keep from falling on my ass because the floor was covered with butter topping, popcorn and ice. Oh yes the fun of filling the ice bins. They had these two buckets they kept under the sink. You had to take these downstairs to the basement where the icemaker was located, scoop out two bucketfuls and haul them back upstairs and then lift them up and fill the bins. this was done several times during operating hours. Another thing you had to go downstairs for was to change the pop cartons hooked up to fountains. You could get quite a workout working there. Then there was the fun of making the popcorn and catching the first few hot, fresh ones into a cup and eating them (as long as no customers were around) on break. There was all the free pop you wanted too. It's a shame they no longer have those neighborhood half-price theatres anymore. We started a petition when we heard the place was going to close. Everybody signed it. In the end it didn't matter. The place was turned into a video store.

The first of September

Fall is coming fast. I can't believe August went by so quick. I want to start working again. I hope I hear from somebody soon. I hate waiting. I feel like my whole life is on hold. I'm so grateful I have this computer it's been a lifesaver. It brings out my creative side. Photoshop is a blast. I think I'll work on making some avatars today. Then maybe I'll think up a poem and post that. I'll just keep thinking positive thoughts. Things are going to get better.