The Mad Ferret sings all your favorite classics

"I want the touch of your charms... the heat of your breath... I want to say all those things that would be better left unsaid... BUT YOU'RE TOO PHYSICAL..."


Sometimes, only H-loving Trent can say it just right.


EDIT:  I wish I had not been so fucking stupid.

It occurred to me yesterday that for the most part I only write here when I'm in a dark and foul mood, but that isn't what I am all the time, either.  (Hence, large gaps in the blog.)  It's not necessarily what I am even most of the time, though pretty much at any time I could be in a dark and foul mood.  In the full 360 degrees of my life I am being very sincerely focused on being less unhappy.  For a lot of legitimate reasons.  But I guess this demonstrates that I tend to write expressively only out of a sense of torment and anguish (wow, how unique and unusual is that, ha ha) and not out of any of the other myriad emotions I experience.  Particularly enjoyment, which happens more often than I'd ever write about.

What is there to say about being in a good mood?  Everybody is in a good mood.  There's nothing newsworthy about being chipper, but there's plenty to say about the causes of torment.

I think the whole "get over it" mentality is borne out of whatever ugly moment brought that person to the point of giving up and giving in.  It's their encouragement that, like them, you too should get over it, shut off your emotions, and buy into whatever dirty juice they are suckling from The Great Teat.

Summer quarter looks to be pretty awesome.  It's going to keep me very busy though.

So it was maybe 3 or 4 weeks ago I started saying out loud that I needed some movement of energy in the apartment.  Things felt... too cramped, too clogged, too cluttered, too messy.  I just needed things in the apartment to move a bit instead of just accumulating, and asked Carlos for help with it.  Yesterday he cleaned out my refrigerator thoroughly, by request.  It is FANTASTIC.  His efforts got me moving yesterday a bit and I got up and moved all my houseplants out onto the deck.  This is great, just fine really, unless and until I decide I want to grill something, at which point I'll have to work something else out.  Basically, I've created the need for a sizeable outdoor table or shelf upon which I can place about twenty potted house plants.

Meanwhile, I've decided that the bookshelf atop which they were previously located needs to move.  This means I need to move two other bookshelves, and a tool chest.  This means I need to completely clean off all the aforementioned shelves and reorganize them, as well as figure out where in the hell I'm going to put some stuff.  I don't like the idea, but I probably could really use a piece or two LESS furniture.  I would probably be best off selling some of the stuff, but then what am I going to do next time I need another bookshelf, i.e., later this year when we move into our house? Spend more money on another bookshelf?  I'd really rather not.  The one bookshelf I'd possibly consider selling I've owned for ten years, so although the wood could be replaced, the memories could not.

Memories of a bookshelf?  Yeah, kinda.  It's one of the very few things I still have that my mother ever bought for me.  And since we are completely estranged with no hope in sight for reconciliation, well... why not hold onto something that shows she has not always felt this way about me.

Her birthday is July 6th.  She'll be 60 this year. 

::sigh::

Anyway, lots to do if I really want to make these changes today.

Peace.

http://www.ifitwasmyhome.com/#loc=Seattle%2C%20WA%2C%20USA&lat=47.6062095&lng=-122.3320708&x=-122.3320708&y=47.6062095&z=7

And just think... we're on day 52... and they're saying 120 days to fix it, or so.

Should be no problem at all.  Especially when they're trying to fix it during hurricane season. 

Is it the beginning of our self-made apocalypse? (You know, like a real one, not a fairy tale one.)  Is THIS going to be the thing that gets us off oil?  Will we have any choice?  Will we survive?  Can we survive today without oil - fertilizers, pesticides, medicines, plastic(!), and pretty much everything that makes the world "go" round - is dependent upon oil.  Can we live without the lower part of the food chain known as seafood?  How big? 

Very, very rich people (a comparatively small number of people, but an objectively very large group in the millions) control the vast, vast majority of wealth and resources available on our planet.  But they do so because each of us gave them a little bit of the wealth we were given, over and over again.  In other words, they got rich via the industrial-capitalist system which brought us the products we so deeply believed we wanted and needed. 
A system most of us would defend, with blood if we believed it was necessary, while waving red white and blue star spangled banners.  And before you think you wouldn't kill to defend your beliefs, try following your tax dollars.  See what you (and your children, and children's children) are actually (going to be) paying for (for generations to come, if we aren't bankrupt). 



WAR. 


And war, of course, as we all have known deep down inside, is about oil. 

Love it or not, this is your world.

Sometimes, it's the song that takes you somewhere, instead of you taking the song somewhere.

Sometimes, you just have to start playing, letting the notes come to you as they do in the moment you play them.  Sometimes you have to let the harmony flow into and through you as freely as the air passes through leaves. 

Sometimes you have to just take a chance on yourself.

This will never stop happening.

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/06/caught_in_the_oil.html

The Obama Administration approved the deep-sea well that has so tragically injured our Louisiana coastline.

Indeed

http://www.skyscript.co.uk/scorpio.html

Particularly insightful quotes:  

"No sign ever falls on the negative end of a moral trait; it is only bound to representing an archetypal theme and bringing both extremes of that theme into focus. With Scorpio the inference of deceit picks out the theme of falsity and truth; and as we might expect, those with the acuity to be masters of deceit are also the best equipped to recognise it when they see it.  In their gift of realising deception, rejecting hollowness and seeing through shallow facades, Scorpios are not afraid to expose realty for what it is; they are the emissaries of a more complete sense of truth than many of us are prepared to contemplate, the penetrating aspects of it often being too painfully sharp for comfort. The paradox of Scorpio is that when it is fooling you, it is not really acknowledging you at all. Real communication with this sign means engaging with honesty, no matter how candid, sordid or direct. Cheat you it may - that means nothing; when something really does matter Scorpio won't be fooled and it won't mess around with either pleasantries or mind games.

"Traditionally governed by Mars, Scorpios are genuinely capable of seeming destructive and intimidating, (towards noble ends as well as self-centred interests), because where Mars dominates there is little interest in compromise; the impulse is for active attack or strategic defence, whatever it takes to avoid yielding one inch more than necessary. But the direct, active principle of Mars is sublimated in its nocturnal expression, and like all water signs Scorpios seldom instigate attacks, preferring to hold their power in reserve. This undercurrent of unexpressed energy is the basis of an almost tangible magnetism, a sense of power embedded in the aura that reveals itself expressly when their acute defensive instinct is stirred. It's worth remembering that, as much as it may seem a contradiction, Scorpios strongest line of attack is always in defence, where their fixidity brings enduring patience and determination, and their natural resilience makes them seem practically impassable."

"When Scorpios do engage in conflict their method of operation is perfectly reflected by the terrestrial creature that defines their celestial motif - all scorpions are venomous and all are predators, but they never actively hunt or chase down their prey; instead they patiently sit and wait, months if necessary, proceeding to ambush only when their quarry is close enough to stand little chance of escape. In business and battle Scorpios make inestimable adversaries..."

"Both [Scorpio and Virgo] are feminine signs, so neither is comfortable with an easy, expressive discharge of internal energy; and since Scorpio is of the phlegmatic temperament it is even more driven towards internalisation.  In order to penetrate it must first draw towards it: Scorpio doesn't walk into your territory, it doesn't flirt and cajole, it merely let's its own energy attract, and when penetrating your secrets it does so having lured you to a place where resistance is low."

"Any attempt to skirt around issues, whatever form they take, smacks of insincerity and avoidance, and Scorpios have seen too much, and worked too hard to deal honestly with the darker sides of reality, to engage in a world of pretence. Even in their sarcastic sense of humour Scorpios have a way of reminding us that we may laugh at life, but we should never be too flippant about it."