Journey

The clouds were alight with crimson
As though a great fire scorched the sky
I took a moment
Only a moment.
I marveled
The light was saying goodbye


There's darkness now
The flames receded
Embers long since cooled
The inky black envelops all
Is cool to the touch
And basks in your abdicated throne

You will return of this I am sure
Wiser and travelled
Sharing with us the gifts you have learned
Just as you have always done
Radiance and warmth freely given
The sky set alight in our lovers eyes

I will stop a moment
Only a moment
And marvel
Lament
I know it won't be long before you leave us again
I know there will come a day....

When you don't come back

1 bottle of pop.....

Yeah, yeah, I haven't posted in a few days. Get off my back before I tickle you or something.

The virtues have been extolled before by my good friend over at A Slice of Deep Fried Awesome, but I feel I really need to echo her sentiments. For those unaware, I'm in a choir. I know, mucked, right? But it was a group brought together for the singular purpose of singing good tunes.

We're not perfect. But we pound out some damn fine pleasures for the auditory senses. And, really the most important part, we have heaping gobs of fun doing it. What's not to love? Hell....we're doing Zeppelin!

So, my dear Choiring Squad, with a dearth of scotch around to toast, this (sadly) empty glass is raised to you. It is an honour and a pleasure to sing with each of you.

Now, who's gonna help me convince our fearless leader that we need more metal?

*insert expletive here*

I'm gonna do my best to not bore you with every little boring detail of my life. Hell, the fact that I'm mentioning this is a minor miracle. Typically, I play things close to the chest. In this instance, however, I feel it merits a modicum of blog space. And since this is my blog, I can do what I feel like.....

Life, lately, hasn't been all that grand. Not really the fault of anyone. Things simply plodded in a direction that was displeasing to me and I found the handbrake elusive. A short time ago, a discussion with person X aided in halting the deterioration of my quality of life. He/She is right, of course. I really should seek advice/assistance from my friends. Aside from being companions to imbibe booze with, they can usually lend a hand with what ails you. But that's a discussion for another time......when I'm drunk.

Anyway....

Since that talk, things have taken an upswing. Indeed, part of it was the commencement of this. I like to write. Makes me happy. And since that talk, I've begun effecting changes to my life.

So, person X, thank you.

Now, to the real reason I'm telling you all this.

I fetched the mail today and among the myriad of bills/magazines/packages/useless crap was a letter from Revenue Canada. Cue the sinking feeling. Upon reading said letter, the sinking feeling was validated. Raise your glasses and cheers, I'm being audited.

The audit itself is of little concern. It's not even a full one, just partial. And I'm quite certain I have the relevant documents to back up my claims that I'm not a lying bastard attempting to pilfer from the government's treasury.

It's the timing of the thing.

Life seemed to notice....."Hey, that guy's got a good bounce going.....*boot to the tenders*."

Now, before I conclude, I'd like to recognize the fact that there's folk at Revenue Canada just like you and me. All simply trying to make a living and enjoy good bounces of their own. So I'd like to clarify that what comes next isn't directed at them. This little slice of vitriol is more directed at the establishment itself......

Fuck you Revenue Canada, you miserable, money grubbing, ill-timed fucks!

There, I feel better.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

I'm a lucky guy.

I find myself surrounded by a plethora of good people. Great people. I have the honour to call each of them my friend. Each has quirks and personalities that make up the whole of something wonderful. And I am truly thankful that they see fit to tolerate my shenanigans.

However....

I do have to wonder sometimes. Saturday, we had a party. Twas a good one. Full of drinking and relaxing. The air was vibrant with good conversation and there was scarcely a moment where someone was not laughing. Hell, during an early segment, I even held a baby! For those of you who know me.....there's something unsettling there. The good news was that I wasn't particularly hungry and thus, the baby was safe.

But I do have to wonder sometimes.....

At some point during proceedings, someone (the identity remains elusive) attempted to wash some paper plates. I awoke in the Sunday morning hours to survey the previous night's damage and there were paper plates in my sink. I thought this a mite odd until I realized someone tried to wash them.

In the immortal words of my dear [name withheld for legal reasons]....

Everybod drunkem!

Milk that spum

Inevitably, most folk who start these eventually lose interest. Post will come in fast and furious in the early days, but soon.....well, you get the idea. Truth is, I'm not making a commitment to you, my budding loyal reader.

I'll give you a moment to wipe away those tears......

Good, we've got that out of the way. To business.

I'm currently lamenting the ending of a fine bottle of scotch. For those of you from the south who may be reading, be advised that the procurement of another is not so simple as a stroll down the lane. However, if you were feeling generous, I wouldn't be opposed to receiving gifts of such a nature. One condition. No ticking please.

For those of you in the north, enjoy this weather while it last. Not perfect, but hey, we're not under gobs of snow yet. I call it a win.

When it came to the attention of person X that I have commenced blogging, he/she requested that they not be named. Truly, I can understand. There may come a day where the opinions expressed herein upset someone. And it could come to pass that said offended individual might be in a position to adversely affect the life of person X.....or Y.....or who ever the fuck I've named. So I think it's a good policy to keep the names under wraps. Any names you do read are merely concocted and fake and in place to keep things straight and to protect the guilty.

I, of course, am not hiding behind a veil of anonymity. Some of you know full well who I am. And I encourage you to vent any disagreements you have with me in a intelligent and productive manner so that we come to an amicable resolution. And for those of you who are simply digging for any old reason at all to argue or smear or.....whatever.....

Well....

Move along please.

So here we are....

....off and running.

Yet another dew drop in the ever expanding sea of blog. A different view point which may end up being eerily similar to a slew of other view points which likely started out with the illusion of being unique.

So let's get right down to the business of sharing my thoughts with little concern for whom they might offend. Ok, that's a lie. I do care if I offend you. You being the type of individual who will send mysteriously ticking mail my way via our ever efficient postal service. You, dear Sir or Madam, are the type of person who I will not offend. Or, failing that, will offer a cookie as an olive branch. Ah screw it, just take the olives, I want the cookie.

On a completely separate note, I just realized I haven't introduced myself. Nor do I feel compelled to do so. I'm sure there's a profile here somewhere you can look at if you really want to know. And with the ease of access to information, you can have that ticking snail mail off by morning.

Just so we're clear, yes, there will be swearing.

Fuck.

There. Ice broken.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got booze and food to attend to.