Cold feet.
So, aside from taxes all done at last and the haggis-ridden Maine state tax system online, I at least have some happy music to make my rounds to, and a lovely case of the cold foot from being outside wading in icy water for far too long. This sort of cold tells you that all of your old injuries and damages live in specific places, attaching memories to the various pains. All I can think is that Im glad to only time I got shot, it was with a 22, and being a lucky bastard, the round only took a very fine layer of skin off my arm.
This is argument number 27 as to why idiots should be trained in firearms usage, but the bothersome injuries are the ones in the joints. Still, now inside, Im warming up, hurting less, and listening to good tunes, so I cant really complain all that much, unless you want to include a rant against www.spymac.com - a good site, but one which is so often updating, adding improvements, and otherwise not providing specific services that I need only think the name and my forearms tense up. *smack*
Any rate, taxes done, web setup probably done - it is admittedly difficult to be sure - and a poem on the brain turns out to be one I wrote ages ago, but here it is all the same.
Universal One, Sometime in 2002
Godhead was nothing
Universal one cast aside
Know then, godhead on our side
Deified, defied, resistance
One denied
The hum a causal beast
And luminal, dark demons with the fear
Our god self parted, know then vocation
Know the nation of self to self
Know the repetition, condition
Self actualization
And the thousand know no thousand
A thousand times the one
And a thousand voices swift demur
There is no transition, no one, no recognition
Aught but I!
This is argument number 27 as to why idiots should be trained in firearms usage, but the bothersome injuries are the ones in the joints. Still, now inside, Im warming up, hurting less, and listening to good tunes, so I cant really complain all that much, unless you want to include a rant against www.spymac.com - a good site, but one which is so often updating, adding improvements, and otherwise not providing specific services that I need only think the name and my forearms tense up. *smack*
Any rate, taxes done, web setup probably done - it is admittedly difficult to be sure - and a poem on the brain turns out to be one I wrote ages ago, but here it is all the same.
Universal One, Sometime in 2002
Godhead was nothing
Universal one cast aside
Know then, godhead on our side
Deified, defied, resistance
One denied
The hum a causal beast
And luminal, dark demons with the fear
Our god self parted, know then vocation
Know the nation of self to self
Know the repetition, condition
Self actualization
And the thousand know no thousand
A thousand times the one
And a thousand voices swift demur
There is no transition, no one, no recognition
Aught but I!