Curious Minds

Is it considered animal cruelty to dose your cat with NyQuil? 

Pocket Inspiration

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Macbeth Quote (Act V, Scene V).

As the sun sets on another seemingly endless day, I find myself verging on the edge of a despair I can’t quite wrangle into submission. Every day, I tell myself, every day is a gift to be enjoyed, to be cherished… And yet reconciling wisdom with practice is a virtue I have yet to fully embrace. Evermore, however, I try. This effort; finding beauty in the forlorn, finding joy in the perfunctory, is one of many paths I walk to keep the proverbial demons at bay.

As of late I find myself moved by the beauty that others see in their world. And what a wonderful time we live in for such a desire; for your world and mine are preciously intertwined in the wonderful world of cyberspace. In a flick of the wrist and a few slights of hand; I am in Venice, Prague, Italy, the corner market… Through your eyes I experience the world in a million shades of glory. And suddenly, my world is brightened by your vision and that which hid from me previously shows it’s face, lips moving, eyes gleaming, spirits on fire.

How to send a Sci-Fi fanatic into a seizure

Compliments of Geeks Are Sexy website

Ridiculous for my first blog back; but I came across this picture again and it was approximately seven times funnier than the last time I saw it. I felt it was my duty as a humanitarian to post it. Please enjoy.

Oh – and to all you Sci-Fi nerds out there – don’t get your Skywalker undies in a twist – I can’t actually be picking on you if I am one you of, right? Right?

I miss these days

Flames and Fallacies

Some people believe that when an entrance is markedly unguarded, surely there is nothing of worth inside; that when the path is aligned and illuminated, there could be no possible treasure at the end. Presumably, if the riddle is easy, if the task undaunting, there is no satisfaction to be gained from the effort. As such, all casual invitations are mistaken for reckless abandon.

I find these assumptions sad, and yet unrelentingly universal. It speaks to a dispiriting cynicism; a general distrust of genuine human nature. This is a malady we all share; a natural self defense mechanism. I simply find it disappointing that so often this misinterpretation, this self-preserving fear, presents itself so quickly in our lives.

I myself tend to wait for the fire, or at the very least, the signs of smoke, before I presume I will be burned.

When you have watched death, not just seen, or experienced it; but watched it’s wrath in agonizing detail, you become a different creature. Your eyes never see quite the same again. You watch your life from the back of your mind, where a clock is always ticking, incessant in its reminder that this is all just a play; your part just a few short lines, and soon, you too will exit the stage.

I have my own flaws; all self-inflicted obstacles that I have not yet achieved the strength to overcome, but then, we are all works in progress and I am no different. I used to keep the world out, preserving myself within myself, a statue of a woman. I have since razed those walls; the world has served me a slice of everything, and there is nothing I will not take from its plate now, if only once.

And so I take you. I take you with ease and complete acceptance. I take you because I want you, because the clock is ticking and tomorrow you may be gone. I take you in an earnest attempt to know you. And you run from me…to save yourself.

But I am not the fire, darling.