He do the police in different voices

Strange sight this morning: a pair of purple high heels perched atop a bench...sort of hooked over the back rail, very neatly arranged...I examined one of them and they looked new, and then felt I was being watched...should mention that this bench is at the head of my front walk, my neighbor put it in last year, and it directly faces his kitchen window...I told Jay about them and her reaction was mild surprise--'Nine West--nice' was her assessment--we agreed to leave them be as the owner might possibly return to claim them...I found a pair of eyeglasses there a month ago and no one ever picked them up, so now I wonder if a pair of rather elegant purple heels will soon be keeping them company in the closet with all the other junk I need to go through one of these days....

I've been listening to entirely too much Muse lately...this has nothing to do with the Albert Hall show, I simply put one of the records in the box because I hadn't listened to anything Muse for a while...well, now the fucker won't leave said box, and this is Black Holes I'm talking about, it's not my favorite record, not even in second place, but I don't know why I'm surprised as I do this all the time with records, I listen to one or two constantly--most recently it was Suede, with their first album and also Dog Man Star--at this point I'll be happy when I get round to something--make that anything else--I think I need a drastic change of course, I'll put some Mozart in as soon as this spin is over...maybe, haha--I keep repeating Exo-Politics so it may take a while

Spent a good amount of time on the taxes today using the online program--still tedious, but nothing like juggling all those forms the way I used to in the past...this worked well last year, the online thing, and it is a godsend--I'll never go back to paper forms--that would be like retreating to the world of dial-up internet and paying everything in cash!

When I left for band practice this evening the heels were gone...I feel sad--I think I wanted those shoes...

It really is--getting better that is, at work...the construction crew yesterday evening tore down the old ragged cheap plastic sheeting which was about as thick as a sandwich bag, and this morning when I arrived at the library they were putting the finishing touches on a proper professional job of masking their work area from ours...the plastic is very thick now, more like canvas, and it's attached to posts like you'd see in a fence and reaches to the ground and up to the ceiling so there are no gaps...and thankfully, the workmen no longer cut through our area through the torn plastic to go get sodas and stuff--they now go out through THEIR fucking door as they were originally instructed...so yeah, big YAY!!! 

For once my complaining has done some good, and not just for me!  (memo to self: next time you have an issue like this, bring it up to the proper authority and don't just bitch about it to your work buddies)... I'm cynical enough to know the system doesn't always work, but in this case getting hold of the environmental safety people really made all the difference....

Tomorrow (well, later on today!) we hope to visit a Lego store--my son loves Legos!  Lately he's been very keen on Indiana Jones, but right now it's Batman, and some will be amused to learn that the Joker has become something of an obsession...there's even a Lego kit that lets you build your very own Arkham Asylum! 

I've changed my picture...I think it's a little better than the last one--at least I'm closer to a smile here!

That's all

I know I should find something unique, creative, or even just helpful to say but it's hopeless I think...

I'm reminded at this moment of how useless language and words can be to convey what we truly want to say--this isn't to deny that great literature doesn't suceed in doing just this, think of just about any line or lines from any play of Shakespeare's.... but right now I think of Hamlet's last words, "the rest is silence"--the most eloquent wordsmith ever, perhaps, and at the end of the play and the end of his life his words--and words themselves--fail him as his life drains out--is that finally the real tragedy of Hamlet?--that despite all his words and the rhetoric he displays, his words, his language defeats him, even perhaps gets in the way of action, of living out his purpose to revenge his father's murder...it's a shame really, but it's a paradox we have to live with and in a sense live through--because we express our take on life mostly through words...the very medium we need and use the most to convey our wishes and feelings to each other is the one that's most prone to error, misinterpretation, and just plain imprecision and muddle-headedness....

I sound all emo about this I know, but then I am kind of emo, certainly very emotional!  It gets to me how hard I try to say the right thing when someone needs to hear it, and just how easily I fail most every time...I admit my take is of course very subjective and even egotistical because it looks like I'm dwelling on my feelings and not realising that sometimes my words do help, they do comfort the person they're directed to--and that, when it happens, is something to take comfort in--sometimes words do help, and even despite our efforts...I say all this knowing I tried to find the right words to reassure and I feel I failed, to me my words seemed empty and fatuous --but the hope remains that maybe I made a difference after all...and it's worth it if I can communicate more intimately with you...

I'm not giving up on language and I am compelled to write to get things out there--it's an elusive goal but I will persevere--don't give up

I don't mean it to sound so dramatic!  Just bit my cheek on the inside is all...I mean, this isn't pleasant--and it makes eating difficult--but I'll spare you the gory details, dear reader!

What gets me most about it is I do this so damn often...seems like every day sometimes--and of course there's no one to blame but myself...it's just too stupid!  I also tend to bite my tongue, which of course hurts much worse--but that's also kind of stupid...the dentist told me once that to avoid this I should "take my time" chewing--well, that kind of "managed" thinking only lasts about a day at best, and then, well, there you are again--back to gouging your cheek again...*sigh*...such an ass!

Tiresome at work this morning--the boss's boss (the big boss?  the Chief?  OK--the Chief!)--yeah, so the Chief wants to move her office into our big office, which is big only in that we have twenty people in there when there's only room for about ten--so they're moving me and Dee about twenty feet this week (Thursday I think--date keeps changing) and then--get this--in two weeks time they're moving us both another ten feet!  I told Jamie, look, if we're going just ten feet on the second move, why not just do it now and get it over with?  He agrees, but daren't say I guess--it's all become rather territorial--funny thing is, the Chief has a lovely office on the same floor (ground) with a view outside--OK, so it's a view of the delivery dock but you take what you can get--and it's a roomy office to boot...I don't know...I wonder if she'd take my little spazz and I'll take her current space--at least it's quiet back there...

Heh--enough complaining!  What a nice day though!  Five friends added I think--I love you all for friending me up (and I mean that in what's it called?  Friend love, not eros--agape? Philia?  I'll look it up, lol)

Hmm...i think my cheek is still bleeding though...