Evening!
"All the world is a stage, and the people are merely actors." At least that's what Billy Shakespeare said. I dunno about that, I like to think people are more props than anything. Well, a good chunk of them are. Most people live life as is they were a boulder in the ground. Stiff, sturdy, unflinching, and uneventful. They exist because that's all there is. Weathering the storms, droughts, floods, and chills, but never really move unless a force of nature puts 'em in motion. These people just are.
Then there is the minority of people that are the wind itself. They move. Gust. Blow. Flirt. Breeze. Float. Rest. The wind is lively. It soars, tumbles, rages, laughs, and mourns. Passions run deep. The wind explores every avenue, and is not afraid to make its presence known. These people don't feel emotion, but are emotions themselves. Simply put, these people just do.
I really hope that I'm in the later. I know lately I've been a boulder or at least feeling myself going that way. I see the people that come into the bookstore, and many of them never do. They just are. They only exist because either that's all they know, or all that's important to them. Many have dreams, but don't ever plan on experiencing them. Boulders. One of the reasons I started this blog (other than to bitch about my life) was to never stop doing. For the hour or two it takes me to compose my thoughts, and plan out my pics and links, I roam as if I were a mustang running wild through plains. Wow. I can feel the air rushing through my tightly coiled kinks. I'm breathless. Hello Yokai! Back to reality!!!
So I'm kinda worried. When I got home, I watched the Weather Channel and Headline News because they were tracking severe storms in the south. Several tornadoes had ripped through Alabama. Two people were dead. The weather front is heading to Georgia. I'll call home tomorrow after the storm has passed to see if my family is okay.
I watched Stranger than Fiction starring Will Ferrell. It wasn't quite as funny as I hoped it would be, but still it was a great watch. I would have paid ten bucks to see it in a theater. Will Ferrell is one of my favorite actors, so it's never a waste of money to see him. I can't wait to see him in Blades of Glory. I think the kid that played Napoleon Dynamite is starring in it too.
I wasn't so frustrated today. Just absent-minded. I'm sure it's probably a sign of some weird brain disorder. It sickens me to know that everyday is beginning to mesh forming one big long never ending day. I need to do something exciting. Maybe I'll go to work in just underwear. Okay, that's not exciting. That's ballsy and setting my self up for failure and embarrassment. I should go for a drive after work. Something to keep my inner demon at peace. Perhaps I'll go and kick pigeons or something. I dunno know. It's sad to say, but the most exciting thing I did all week was taking my Dyson in for an annual check up. Sick. I need a jolt.
The pic above is from the gallery of Boris Vallejo. I absolutely love his work. I just found the gallery's website. Unfortunately everything there is copyright protected. Right click won't work. Sad. I found this awesome pic. It's called Star Fantasy. I love this pic! I just wish there was a way I could save it onto my computer! Totally would be my new wallpaper! Anyway, I chose the pic above because it says so much without any words. The surrounding is dark, but light enough for observations. She stands in front of the dark, but her reflection, (a bit fuzzy) is surrounded in light. The water is rippling out showing cause and effect. The woman is naked and bearing her entire backside. She is beautiful, smart, and sensual. Not to mention, her tat is awesome. She has sensed something and is slightly consumed by it. I don't know what exactly is going on, but I feel a weird sense of camaraderie with her. Kooky. I think she is brooding over the same boulder vs. wind hypothesis too. Let's face it. Anyone with a huge back tat has to be wind. Boulders don't choose to make their bodies into a mural. They have nothing to say. Unless someone tags them, then they say vulgar things, but it's not by their choice.
I'm still on the hunt for an appropriate dragon for my cover-up.
I guess I should call it a night. Here is my send off:
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
--Hallelujah (on "Shrek" Soundtrack. I love the "Shrek" movies by the way!!!)
Rufus Wainwright
Naughty Nite,
Yokai
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