smiley soul

elbows are it.

picked up my guitar to blast away the clouds
somebody in the next room yelled you gotta turn that damn thing down!

After watching the above video at work yesterday, I was trolling YouTube for similar and came across this guy filming his boss…

…nothing exciting really happens but the employee seems to be enjoying himself.

Ya, that hair.. It was almost like she was running on a full charge of lightning.

Maneesh De Moor is prob my favorite from this genre..

http://www.mdmsound.com/MDMsound/Maneesh_de_Moor.html

loved watch the cat

It’s a familiar theme, especially with environmentalists ..

http://www.c3headlines.com/global-warming-quotes-climate-change-quotes.html

.. but also does well with individuals. I try to remember that I don’t always need a personal catastrophe to change course.

there was a beautiful full moon last night or tonight. a very pretty cold night. stella wanted to go out in it.

i know what you mean about re-boots. some have been incredibly good: Star Trek, while others have not: et al.
the little girl will always be Heather O’Rourke though. that white blonde hair added to the Spooky Tooth appeal.

Yep, I’d love to see them there dogs.

I love hearing Patti Smith and Chrissie Hynde in Harvey’s vocals and then mix those with the brawling music, I could listen all day. “Is This Desire” might be her only disc that I’m not in love with.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PJ_Harvey_discography

Meet Ze Monsta holds the bass back until a little before half way as well. It’s best with headphones.

Yep, the bass coming in like bouncing thunder, it’s nothing short of stellar.

“You can’t straighten my curls” Love it!
That and when the bass drops in. Pow.

Big Exit is also marvelous. How could you not love her?

i’m gonna get some pix of phoebe and stella. our lil’ doggies are pure satan on acid.

Final thought: arriving at the acceptance depot can be all the closure one needs.

Pondering more on the way to work, I think with all my “free-styling” I missed what I was after last night: now that years have passed, feelings aren’t hurt, eyes are a little more open — all she wanted to do was love me and my head was too full of berserk, couldn’t see beyond myself, and I didn’t know how to communicate. In general.

I guess support tickets like these bubble to the surface because I have more ponders to do, maybe some guilt to let go of. I wasn’t a trophy husband by any stretch.

And more importantly: she wasn’t the enemy. Not an easy thing to realize years after the fact.

I could probably blab this to another person and I’m sure I already have. But that doesn’t always work. I seem to need to take my time in this space exploration and writing affords me that. When I’m thinking, writing, yammering I’m able to get to places I can’t in conversation.

I also think I put these out in a semi-public place for peeps to read is because locking them away in my head or on paper feels like I’m keeping secrets. It’s not real unless someone else reads it, even though said peeps probably think it’s boring.

So there I was perusing Instagram and found this photo. I guess the cosmos has spoken.

George definitely looks like he’s giving thumbs-up because he just went potty #2 and even though he just pooped in R2 and shut the lid, I’m all like “whatever” in my mind because Newman’s up there and he’s just smiling at me and all my emotional confusion and torment.