Spirited Away

I finally saw it after trying to find time for the past 6 mouths.

Yubaba: Oh, my baby! Are you all right? Are you emotionally tramautized?

Aogaeru: Welcome the rich man, he's hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there's plenty there to kiss!

Me of me

Story of my life

In a few sentences....

Dmoose is hungry. Dmoose is in the kitchen. He looks through the cabinet. There is nothing there for a hungry Dmoose. He looks in the cabinet above the oven. There is a plastic bag marked "symposium". Dmoose is aware that the "symposium" has already taken place, and Dmoose was present, therefore, he must be entitled to a share of the bag's contents. Dmoose opens the bag, and finds a nice box of chocolates, unopened. Dmoose is hungry. Dmoose puts two and two together, and makes an open box of chocolates. A box of upsidedown halfway melted chocolates. Dmoose is hungry, however, and eats two, and decides that they are not all that bad when upsidedown or halfway melted. Dmoose sees everthing, and finds it good. Then Dmoose hears the front door open, and quickly stuffs the open box into the nearest drawer, the knife drawer. It fits after a forced push and a half. Mother of Dmoose is ascending the stairs. Dmoose teleports to his chair at the computer and becomes consumed with his work in a matter of an instant. Mother of Dmoose walks into the kitchen, notices evidence of a fierce, desperate chocolate struggle, and jumps instantly to outrangeous conclusions. Did Dmoose eat some chocolates? Caught! But is the humiliation over? No, for Dmoose must tell where he has hidden the chocolates. Mother of Dmoose is angry, because she was saving those chocolates as a gift for someone. Dmoose observes that maybe she should have put a diferent sign on them. Mother of Dmoose gives a very insatisfactory response. Mother of Dmoose does not even thank Dmoose for testing them, and finding out that they were a box of upsidedown halfway melted chocolates, and that they would have not made a very good gift. No, poor Dmoose is made fun of, and beaten with sticks by cruel hobbiteses.Curses. Dmoose plots his revenge. Dmoose is still hungry.

Doors

All of a sudden I wanted to put in a arch in the doorway into my kitchen and put in some salon doors, like the ones you see in western movies. Ya know, the ones that are like knee height to nose height. That would be totally awesome. And then I could burst out of them and start a couple gunfights or something. Yeah, I definately need them.

excuses

Macbeth
Camera
Grades

I have no time.

goal

So Someone asked me what I wanted to do when I "grow up". I said I wanted to help people in need in 3rd world countries, especially in Africa. I said that there are three ways of helping people over there.

1) send over money/resources
2) Raise Awareness to have other people do #1
3) Preform missionary work over There

Now, I could do #3 and consider that my vocation. But when/if I become a director or such like position, I can do both #1 & #2 with just myself and one life. Kill to two birds with one stone, so to speak. So I think with my talents with a camera, I can be a more effective hand of God by becoming what I need to become

Ramble

time to move on
It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’ s time to get going

Broken skyline, movin’ through the airport
She’s an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector

Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to fo rgiveness
Which way do, I go

It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going

Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning, and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin’ up a dog fight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I’m losing my mind

It’s time to move on, time to get going
Wh at lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going

Nuts

Gad-zooks!! I have been tagged. So, I go to my 23rd post, and post the fifth sentence.

"Pretty uneventful at airplane travel, but finally an unfortunate event overtook us: Father Ken lost all his bags except a small briefcase, so Peter will loan some of his small supply of clothes, since he is the only one of us that is a large/extra large shirt wearer."

This is from my Guatemala trip. Man, does it sound funny out of context!



I have fufilled all my duties as one who has been tagged.

Over and Out