A couple of my friends have a shirt that says:

they lied to us
this was supposed to be the future
where is my jetpack
where is my robotic companion
where is my dinner in pill form
where is my hydrogen fueled automobile
where is my nuclear powered levitating house

where is my cure for this disease?

-- New Light On The Drake Equation, Ian R. Mcleod

I can't remember feeling this unmotivated before. The lethargy, the overwhelming desire to not get up from bed.. That overpowering urge to skip the bus and to head on somewhere except my office cubicle.

I should blame it all on this wonderful London weather we're having. Gray skies, damp, wet, and somewhat mucky -- the hanging promise of misery and tragedy. I love it. This is exactly the type of weather the Bronte's were so fond of writing about. The one thing practically missing is a moor.

Except instead of that, I have a cubicle farm. Sigh.

Coffee can do wonders, don't they?

Aside from skyrocketing your blood pressure,

it can actually poke a hole

in your brain

and drain all the stress

all the heartaches

and all the angst

to make the soul pleasantly empty

again.

We should do this again, Kitty-pot! :-)

5 Reasons Not To Get Up To Go To Work On A Friday Morning

1. The probability rate of running into Johnny Depp is nil.
2. The ozone layer has a hole as big as South America and the risk of getting skin cancer is
reduced if I stay in bed.
3. Exerting too much physical effort may lead to brain aneurysm.
4. The North Koreans are launching a missile anytime soon. I'd rather be home if doomsday
happens.
5. Taking lungfuls of air in EDSA is not in any way beneficial to anyone's health.

life could be so frustrating at times...

you just want to punch someone in the face

"Face and heart"
by Francisco Alarcon

may our ears hear
what nobody wants to hear

may our eyes see
what everyone wants to hide

may our mouths speak
our true faces and hearts

may our arms be branches
that give shade and joy

let us be a drizzle,
a sudden storm,
let us get wet in the rain

let us be the key, the hand, the door
the kick, the ball, the road

let us arrive as children
to this huge playground: the universe

If I have a single song to make my week, it has to be Dancing In The Dark...

"I ain't nothing but tired.... Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself... Hey there baby, I could use just a little help.."

"You sit around getting older... There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me.. I'll shake this world off my shoulders ..come on baby this laugh's on me."

Springsteen got that one nailed! Too bad, it's too danceable to be depressing.