You are goddam right

[riff]

I am sooooo happy it is Saturday.

If ever I have children, which is highly unlikely this morning, I would name the little larval human Saturday.



On to other things.

I did dream about work, which sucked.

Yesterday I discovered the hated Nimbda virus on a computer across the campus on another network.

Last night as I slept, I dreamed is spread again. That was a nightmare.

Oh well. It will still be there Tuesday.

 

[riff]

Todays Medication:

Today's thought is:
Self-pity is easily the most destructive of the non-pharmaceutical
narcotics: It is addictive, gives momentary pleasure, and separates the
victim from reality.
—John Gardner

Fostering self-esteem means taking care of ourselves. Often we need to
treat ourselves easy, give ourselves the benefit of the doubt, remind
ourselves of how far we have come rather than how far we have to go.
Yet there is a fine line between sympathizing with our own struggles
and wallowing in self-pity.

Self-pity works against self-esteem because it blinds us to reality. Self-
pity wears a black veil over its downcast head. Because it never looks
up, it sees only part of the picture. And it is only on the anvil of reality
that we are able to hammer out something of value. We can't work with
what we can't see.

We need to stay on duty, hammering away, making the sparks fly. As
we do, we not only see what is tragic in our lives but what we can do
about it. The difference between bad luck and bad judgment will
become clearer. What is beyond our power to change will be separated
from what we can very well change if we so choose. Self-pity, in its
dark glasses, can't see any of that.

My prospects are as real as my wounds.

 

[freescorfr]

Good morning, Riff. It's afternoon here now, vaguely sunny. My aunt, who is aged, has just phoned me from Glasgow to ask why there is a bleeping noise in her flat. I wondered if you know what it might be.

 

[riff]

Sounds suspicious. Could be the gay martians who are trying to take over the planet.

Call President Bush and his hit squad. Get you aunt out of the country first.

 

[freescorfr]

I'll ship her to the USA, then.

If you had more than one child, Riff, what would you call them?

Perhaps they could be samedi - no capital letter, of course - and sabado, for a boy. That's me run out of languages.

Fine morning offering, too. Every crisis is simply a set of opportunities. My life has been full of opportunities recently.

 

[April]

Sometimes it's good to pull back and put up barricades against the raging tide of inhumanity.

*blink* Huh? Heh.

 

[superlittlegirl]

I like your av, Riff.

Sorry about the nightmares. Maybe you shouldn't eat spicy foods before bed?

 

[riff]

I like your av, Riff.

Sorry about the nightmares. Maybe you shouldn't eat spicy foods before bed?

Oh behave.

I've simply been giving too much of myself to work for my own good. I am bad about stuff like that. I am not good at taking care of myself. But I am getting better.

 

[SINthysist]

I like Saturday mornings. I meet with a group and workout. After a good stretch first, of course...

 

[riff]

I need to learn yoga. Bad.

 

[freescorfr]

Hey April, I know you couldn't make the bowling last night, but why not let me take you here to Riff's ancestral home?

 

[freescorfr]

On the button too swiftly: here it is. We could all go to Mass there on Saturdays.

 

[April]

I don't do Mass. I have a problem with organized religion.

But I would go to look at the architecture. And to wonder and daydream about the history of the place.

 

[riff]

My kids: hmmmmm


Saturday
Tree
Rain
Ocean
Beach
Star
Green
Blue
Friday
Night

All very good names.

 

[SINthysist]

Yoga's some good stuff!

I do some for various aches and pains. The plow is my least favorite but helps my back the most. Not that it hurts, it's just not as supple as it was.

Which is a rip. As your body gets harder, the most important muscle gets softer...

Yoga is kinda like a natural Viagra that way though.

End of Ramble.

Begin virus load...







I miss Todd's old avatar!

 

[riff]

I don't do Mass. I have a problem with organized religion.

But I would go to look at the architecture. And to wonder and daydream about the history of the place.

He just wants to get you on the topless beaches.

I'd do the same.

 

[freescorfr]

I don't do Mass. I have a problem with organized religion.

But I would go to look at the architecture. And to wonder and daydream about the history of the place.

Here's a bit more history then April.

 

[Jimi]

Bonjour! Guten morgen...

Hey April, I know you couldn't make the bowling last night, but why not let me take you here to Riff's ancestral home?

What is this... a Euro-trash convocation?

Someone, who shall remain nameless, promised me a pic or two of her trip to Arromanches, Bény-sur-Mer et cetera

BTW, Auntie's noise is likely the ghost of some poor lad, a rivetter's helper, trapped inside a Clyde-built hull.

 

[superlittlegirl]

Oh behave.

I've simply been giving too much of myself to work for my own good. I am bad about stuff like that. I am not good at taking care of myself. But I am getting better.

You really should try being bored more often. It does a body good!

 

[April]

I'm sooooo sorry. I suck in such a major way. Stick around a few. I'll do them now. At least the ones I have prepared.

*whimper*

 

[riff]

You really should try being bored more often. It does a body good!

It's not so much a matter of being bored as it is a matter of being STILL.

I tell myself:

Be still.
Quiet your body and relax.
Breath. Feel the air go in and out.
Relax. Relax from the feet up.
Forget. Forget everything you remember and everything that is not happening right now.
Be still. Listen.
Relax.
Calm.
Breath.
It's okay.
Everything is all right.
yes.
ah.

 

[Jimi]

Gawd! I am a Meanie...

I'm sooooo sorry. I suck in such a major way. Stick around a few. I'll do them now. At least the ones I have prepared.

*whimper*

I just got back from a 900-Km. marathon job interview trip - and am "catching up" w/ Lit., so I'm in a shit-disturbing mood.

Kinda like the friend who sent us the Emu face - It's a national passtime - Canucks love to bug the English and the Yanks - (whom we love, BTW)

How is the lunch-hour "on the Continent" this fine day?

 

[April]

Well we love the Canucks right back. Even when they're in shit-disturbing moods, which is damn near all the time. *sigh*


Damn that file size limitation. My pics are too big, and that's after I've shrunk them. This sucks. If I shrink them anymore, they'll be too small. I'll see what I can do, Jimi. More than likely not until this evening, though. Sorry.

 

[Guest]

 

[superlittlegirl]

I think you've distilled this perfectly, riff.

Being Still Is Good.

I think I'm going to go sit on the porch in my bathrobe and be still. I'll let you know how it goes.

It's not so much a matter of being bored as it is a matter of being STILL.

I tell myself:

Be still.
Quiet your body and relax.
Breath. Feel the air go in and out.
Relax. Relax from the feet up.
Forget. Forget everything you remember and everything that is not happening right now.
Be still. Listen.
Relax.
Calm.
Breath.
It's okay.
Everything is all right.
yes.
ah.