Busy Month Ahead

Things are ramping up for a busy month ahead. Many projects will take up my time from the Ides of March through to the first week of April.

My week-long birthday celebration will commence on Saturday, 17 March, and ends in time for the in-game anniversary event of the launching of The Elder Scrolls Online. Mischief and merriment, combined with a healthy dose of drunken debauchery, will be prevalent themes on this blog during that time.

Live-broadcasts of in-game activities will be scheduled periodically so tune in to my Twitch channel to view the fun. The link can be found in the “Multimedia Links” tab on this blog and will be provided anew with the broadcasting schedule.

I’ll have some excerpts scheduled so that I have a reasonable amount of daily posts. I may not have many readers, but at least I’m consistent. Those with legions of followers can afford to be lazy, and I’m not one.

Drive, dedication, and determination have served me well throughout my life. They continue to do so. After all, I’m still young. I’ve done much in life, but still have much more to do that I’d like to achieve – and, I will. The things that I achieve seem to get accomplished in a different order than I plan, but they get done. Being flexible is also crucial.


Memorial Day Musings…

Credit: Wikipedia

It’s Memorial Day…from Wikipedia:

Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the United States for remembering the people who died while serving in the country’s armed forces.[1] The holiday, which is observed every year on the last Monday of May,[2] originated as Decoration Day after the American Civil War in 1868, when the Grand Army of the Republic, an organization of Union veterans — established it as a time for the nation to decorate the graves of the war dead with flowers.[3] By the 20th century, competing Union and Confederate holiday traditions, celebrated on different days, had merged, and Memorial Day eventually extended to honor all Americans who died while in the military service.[1] It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.

Many people visit cemeteries and memorials, particularly to honor those who have died in military service. Many volunteers place an American flag on each grave in national cemeteries…Memorial Day is not to be confused with Veterans Day; Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving, while Veterans Day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans.[5]

I have family members who have served and fought in a few different wars, all in the U.S. Army…but this post is for the one who I’ll never meet, because he was killed in Vietnam in 1968. An uncle that I’ll only know from pictures and stories that my mother recalls, when she can find the memories from her stroke-damaged brain…she gets frustrated when she can’t remember, and I get frustrated for her.

Bah. I’m surly as always when I complete a short story…the creative process takes a lot out, even when it’s a ‘simple’ work like a poem. I’ll probably sleep for two days straight when I complete the autobiography, since that is far more emotionally draining. “Creative personality?” Yeah. I resemble that remark.

Credit: storiality.wordpress.com

I’ll keep it short since I got nothin’ to say, and I’ve thoroughly irritated a few people in the past week. Not deliberately, either! So, time to sit back and think deep thoughts about everything going on in the world. There’s been more shenanigans and scheiss, per usual. I’ll have something to say about all of that…just not today.

Finally, I found this small blurb on the Huffington Post, showing pictures of gravestones which honour fallen soldiers of every (and no) faith. Not bad. I used to ride my bicycle from the library to the town cemetery, sit in a corner by one of the biggest stones, and read. Surrounded by people who didn’t care that I was there…

Time to sit back and smell the roses…


Songs About Love, Life, & Death

The title speaks for itself…the circle and cycle of life goes on; people are born, they live, then they die. Hopefully they have loving families to grow up in, and they find someone to love once they reach adulthood. Other, more serious posts can wait until next week! Have a great weekend, all, and enjoy the music.

This first song is sort of about my childhood…I grew up in a religious family and prayed for an escape from it – so I tried to talk with ‘gawd’ or whatever higher powers might listen, and found the answers within myself.

George Harrison: “My Sweet Lord

This next song is self-explanatory…it’s my life; I live it as I choose. I keep to myself and harm none – but if you try to harm me and mine, you and yours will regret it for generations to come. Period.

Talk Talk: “It’s My Life

This song is how life writes itself on your soul in myriad ways…

Peter Murphy: “Cuts You Up

This song is quite poignant – it was written by George Harrison while he was dying of the cancer that ended his life. The words and the music are haunting, sad, and beautiful. If you’ve watched a loved one waste away from illness, then you can probably relate. A bit from Wikipedia:

Stuck Inside a Cloud” is a song by George Harrison and is the seventh track to his posthumous album Brainwashed. It was released to radio stations in the United States and the United Kingdom in 2002, peaking at number 27 on Billboard’s Adult Contemporary chart in the US in 2003.

Harrison’s favourite number was seven, and his favourite track on any of his albums was always the seventh. Dhani Harrison chose “Stuck Inside a Cloud” as his personal favourite track from his father’s Brainwashed album, and thus gave it the “honor” of being the seventh track.

George Harrison: “Stuck Inside a Cloud

Finally, this song is for anyone who has lost a parent. I dedicate it to my son, who is still dealing with the pain of the death of his father in July 2012 – his healing process has been very slow; if he didn’t have such an avoidant personality, he would be so much stronger by now. C’est la vie

Seals & Crofts: “Wayland the Rabbit

(Lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals and Dash Crofts, 1975)
Oh my Wayland, there’s deer in the forests and rivers are flowing just for you.
Oh my father, look down through the mountains and valleys, the grain’s in the silo.
All for you.

One fine morning, as Dad was walking, just to see what he could see.
He spied, a little white rabbit. He was frozen as solid as he could be.
And Dad cried, as he knelt down beside him. He asked God, “How could you be so cruel?”
And his heart broke, for the little white rabbit. “But you see that the owl
Would never have been so gentle,
And God is so kind.”

I love Wayland ’cause he’s strong. And I love him ’cause he’s weak.
And the rabbit is running within him.

Oh my Wayland, the children are waiting and berries are ripe down below the hill.
Oh, my father, the shadows of nighttime can’t touch you.
Immortal go quickly, be thankful the water is cool.
Drink your fill.

Today as I walked ‘long beside him, I said, “Dad why do you look so sad?”
He turned as he stood by the doorway, he said, “Things are not like they used to be.”
I smiled, as if I could teach him. I said “Dad, it’s mercy in disguise.
Once you told of a little white rabbit,
and you said that the owl would never have been so gentle, and God is so kind.”

And I love you ’cause you’re strong. And I love you ’cause you’re weak.
And the rabbit is running within me.

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