Insulting the broccoli gods and other musings

So, what is in me?

I often ask this when the music fades, or the news is done for another cycle, and I'm sitting here typing to a world of no one in particular.  I have said a lot of times, you blog to help yourself, to let out stress, to confess, to make a wish in a balloon that someone else might see the world the way you do, and that person might find the balloon, Nena-like, and let it go...

And sometimes you just cuss your fingers and wonder how "the way" typed out as "they wat".

I got up this morning knowing it was one of THOSE mornings.  Where a ball of despair, nameless and needless, sits in the pit of my stomach looking for some good reason to wrap around and make me miserable.  This morning, it was out of luck.  I gave it to God, and he gave me hot orders, parts left off the marker, and left-open punchlines enough to ignore it to death.

Tonight I watched a vlog by a friend in England.  It was neat to see his face, hear his voice, look into the eyes of a man who has struggled with much in his elderly days, and still showing his optimism.

Today, I read another blogger's struggles with cancer.  Reminded me of the war games that KC plays- for every enemy soldier shot down, another rises.  But he goes on.  As Wolverine once said, "Beats the alternative."

Tonight, I wrestled a daemon whose greatest ally is boredom.  In the end, the boredom consumed the daemon.  Imagine that.  When you fight temptation, temptation fights back.  When you roll over for it... it withers.  Sometimes, temptation wants nothing better than a good fight.
ME:  What do ya got?
Tempt: Well, um, uh...
ME:  Same ol' same ol', huh?  Later.

Then I make something to eat.  Saw pepperoni pizza oozing out of my Hot Pockets instead of Philly steak.  Eh, at least it wasn't broccoli and cheddar.

And at the end of the day, I see one little line, a comment on someone else's blog about something totally unrelated that sums up the whole day and the hope that IS what's inside of me...


who would of known? The anti-Christ is a dead chicken 


Yep.  That about covers it.