Most of what has been written here has been done by my lovely wife Amanda and don't get me wrong.., I'm not complaining! (Edit 2018 - My lovely wife does not write on my blog. If she did... four years would not have lapsed without anything happening!)
She knows me better than I know myself.
I mean during an argument she'd say that I'm dead wrong and.., all the time I thought I was right? See I did not even realize I was wrong and she knew it!
Joking aside.., she loves me and tolerates living with me and me and me.., something We find hard at times to do so our-self's... There is nothing - so far - that she wrote about me and what I do, which I disagree with And to Blog about what I do.., yup, she started this Blog page and has many a time suggested that I write on it!
Soooo, here goes....
Well.., the Gregorian year 2014 is already a Gregorian month older and well on its way. You are either on or your off or you are on another planet somewhere else, but the annoying thing about Years are that they start and they head for a finish.
It's a kind of suicide-thing.., a Yearly-suicide.., I do not think Years love themselves much. I mean they do not get much attention.., the new one get named after the one that just died - 'Year' - and to add to the insult a number gets added!
A countdown of sorts just reminding them they have a beginning and a end!
Then all the excitement and getting pissed out of your mind...?
It's actually very sad! There all over the world everyone getting drunk and vomiting on the poor dying year struggling in its last days!
Sure they'll argue that it's a shelebrashi'on for the new one to come. Hey, sorry before twelve the new year knows nothing.., zero.., zilch.., about all the excitement.
When it finally arrives.., young, exited and full of plans.., it steps into somebodies vomit and then on a broken glass! 'January' is actually a very rude swear word used by the gods in cases.., like, bumping a toe....
It crashes face down in the sand hearing the sounds of pigs digging for truffles or could it be melted marshmallows....?
Looking up, struggling to see through the sand in its eye(s) they see humans copulating! People with people they will soon wish they have never ever met last night!
This is just the beginning!
Year does not get time to wash the vomit off, get the glass from its foot or time for therapy to help with the images of alcohol-invested-flesh in the struggle of survival.., the wrong kind of survival, but survival it is!
No way, Year sees everything.., for everything is happening within it! It's war, murder, killing, pollution, lies, destruction, suffering, some more 'truffle-diggers' and I have to add abortion at that... politics.., dirty or not, terrible singers singing on Xfactor and even worse keep on doing so!
Year sees, smells, felts and hear it all!
No, poor Year has to take off running like hell trying to get a way from it!
One foot slipping in vomit and then moths later getting a bit sticky as it dries.., while limping with the other.., no time to get the glass splinters out!
No wonder most of us have a shit year!
No wonder time flies....
[Who has seen 'The Fly'..? The guy and the fly in the time machine.., is he a time-fly?']
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fly_(1986_film)
Stop.., don't let that go any further!!!
Good, a little bit of well deserved sympathy for Year! ''heep-heep-horray!''
Get going.., time is waiting for no one.., or is it?
I met an old man the other day...
I was sleep walking.., or was I walking the sheep.., or was it sheep talking.., anyway I fell through something.., like a time warp.., it actually made a 'warp' sound and I was on the other side!
Good now that you know how I got there.., the old man.., who in fact wasn't old at all, but you know no story that involves years and years that have gone by will sound anything near truthful if there was not an old man it. Sure it could be an old women as well, but for now it was an old man.
He sat there., very relaxed with a pipe in his hand and a gun in the other.
He clearly in no hurry.
His clothes which seemed to look old, also did not!
His nails on his fingers and toes.., yes, he was bare foot, was short and well kept. Well, to be honest they did not look like they are growing at all.
His hair was long and his beard.., was just stubble's and that made the Bonanza music in the background make sense. The strange thing though was that not even the music seemed to be in a rush..
He sat with his back against a pole with a bus time table stuck on a board.
'That had to look old', I thought and in a way it did, but.., by now I was not amazed anymore.., it had no times on it!
'Really weird', I thought.., for the second time.
I realized that I've been there for sometime which also felt like no time at all and felt that I'm a bit rude hanging a round like that without introducing my self.
As I looked down from the timeless-time table the old man was looking up at me.
American Native.., Asian.., Japanese.., was not sure, but I did notice the gun looked bloody new!
He looked at me and held the pipe out towards me.
Then he said in a surprisingly new and fresh voice, 'Thinking of starting to smoke.'
I nodded looking at the brand new pipe instinctively asking 'Why?'.
My instinct had no intention to ask about the gun...
Clearly ignoring me he asked, 'You've got the time son?'.
'And by the way.., my name is Nowon.'!
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You starting to realize why my wife writes on my blog.., about what I do and what it is about?
It's a question of someone has to, 'cause Nowon's not going to. He wants to take up smoking! What he's going to do with the gun.., I do not want to know, but he's fortunately not in a hurry!
'OK, time for your medicine', a voice says!
Good.., that's much better.., back to me!
")!$
That's how 2014 looks when you hold down the shift key...., I think Year would like that.., a little bit different..., although the Dollar sign can be tricky...!
I think 'encoding' that would be something like..," WHAT! - Smile.., I mean really SMILE - were going to make MONEY! "
Maybe I'll go to Tomorrow and leave a couple of big sanitary tissues lying around for Year to step in. It might help with that slippery pizza-table-snack blotch under it's foot?
Thinking of that.., I might go to Day-After-Tomorrow and leave the old man there with some tweezers and plasters...
My year might still work out...., if I can figure out on which foot Year started out WITH!
Left or right..., right or left?
'The medicine's not yet working!' the other voice now says..
'It all takes time.' the first voice says .
Next time about what I do.. I hope...
