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Charles and Harry

Posted in Entertainment, New, Royals with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2015 by urbannight
Windsors

Press photo from something or other some time or other.

I can remember how there have been rumor after rumor, for many years, that Harry was not the son of Prince Charles.  But looking at this image, how can anyone think that?  Harry is a red-haired version of his father.  The slightly wider face he inherited from his mother makes his father’s admittedly homely features look less homely.  The noses are not identical but how much is that due to Charles’ age?  The eyes and that smile are the spitting image of one another.  So is that identical hairline.  I guess trying to figure out who Harry’s ‘real’ father might be is a way for some people to try to keep Diana’s memory alive.  Seems silly to me.  Don’t people have enough REAL problems to worry about?

Hollow Saints

Posted in Entertainment, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 20, 2013 by urbannight

There was this challenge to do a short story in 100 words (118 in this case).  But you can’t really get an entire story in that many words, you only get a glimpse.  Is it a glimpse of action, a glimpse of personality, a glimpse of character development.  Maybe it is just a glimpse of the soul.  This is part fiction, part auto-biographical.  Make of it what you will.

Skull

It is the big, hollow eye-sockets that really get my attention.  I sit on the couch or the bed, reading, writing, working on projects.  It doesn’t matter which room.  They both have skulls sitting on book shelves, the TV stand, on top of cabinets that watch over me as I work.

I often say the reason I keep skulls around is because they are cheerful.  They are always smiling.  But if I’m honest, I think it is because of those hollow, empty eyes that seem to pierce the soul.

In truth, over the years, I’ve started to feel hollow myself.  I feel connected to them.  They are the saints that keep me, since I feel little connection to other symbols.

Zombified

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2012 by urbannight

 

My eyes feel dry and gritty and tired and swollen.  My eyeballs feel like I need to pop them out and soak them in milk.  Maybe I need to wash the sockets out too.  They feel gunky and gummy and leaving a film on my eyes.  It sounds like allergies but doesn’t feel like allergies.

 

My sinuses have split personality disorder.  Sniffles, Sneezing, Running and Congested at the same time.  They feel like exploding.  Humans are a carbon based life form.  Does that mean, given enough time and pressure, the dwarves mining tunnels in main brain could eventually mine for diamonds in what was once my snot?

 

My entire face feels like my skull has swollen up and the skin is now too small for my head, so it is stretched out and thin and tight and tender.  Perhaps it is my brain swelling rather than my skull.  It feels like it doesn’t have enough room and those mining dwarves have taken up residence again.  Tap tap tap, Pound pound pound.

 

Of course, the only visual evidence slightly saggy eyes, half shuttered to block out the extra light that work seems to be providing us.  We all have cubicle lights, why can’t they just turn out the overhead lights?  And I can’t forget the dark purple smudges beneath my eyes.  You wouldn’t think that I had 7 hours of sleep last night.  I might not have.  I constantly woke up, all night long, and my last dream was of getting hooked up to a machine so I could sleep for someone else, so that person would never need to sleep.

 

Being a sleeper right now sounds really good.  I suspect I’m running a low fever.  It feels like it.  It usually happens when I’m overly tired.  And that is exactly what I think it could be.  As sick as I feel, as zombified as I feel, horribly wretched as I feel, I think I’m just tired. 

 

I can hardly keep my eyes open.  I feel like I’m about to pass out in my chair, the past 1 hour has felt like three.  I’m doing this mostly to keep myself from toppling over into a stupor. 

 

Coffee and soda have been no help whatsoever.  Any magic cures?

Today has been pre-empted by work, sleepiness, spring, and an overwhelming desire to find a nap spot.

Posted in Life, Uncategorized, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2012 by urbannight

ARG, my number in the orange box went down today. Probably because I have not posted a blog.

But my eyes are burning and my feet are too hot and my bed is singing siren songs to bring me back to home and sweet sweet slumber. 

Now, can I use my coat and shoes and unobtrusively make a bed under my cubicle desk?