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Monday, 17 January 2011

You may delay, but time will not. ~Benjamin Franklin

To my inbox each day Merriam-Webster sends a daily word and last week the word 'procrastinate' appeared but I waited until today to open the email and (for the sake of a good story and poetic license) the definition came with a thumbnail pic of my face.  It was unpleasant, not my face that is, but the fact that I am indeed the definition of late.  My Dad has described me and my incessant tardiness as, "always late, but worth the wait".  Thanks Dad, thanks for turning cold porridge into strawberry shortcake.  I remember a job I had where my boss and patrons would place bets on the time I arrived to work.  Totally flustered, I'd burst through the door with all the "sorry's" under the sun, while a portion of them erupted and money changed hands.  I showed up early one time and there was such an uproar that they decided amongst themselves that I was to be disqualified because no one imagined that I'd ever be early for work.  Silly men, drinking beer, like puppies playing ball.  Those were the days working at The Bee and I've been meaning to talk about them for a while but I've put it off until now.

Anyway, where was I? Turning trivialities into the meaningful?  It's 2011 and according to the Mayan calender I've got one year to shape up or ship out.  According to the Mayans, we have less than one year to make something up, I mean, make something out of ourselves for the big "show and tell" performance come 2012.  I'm formulating a case convincing enough to buy me more time and at best another chance.  It's not that I'm scared of dying, I'm just frightened by the projects I've started and may never finish.  Hmm, eleven and a half months to go.  Now that's pressure, but if it weren't for the last minute, I wouldn't get anything done.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's never to late to be what you might have been.

Anonymous said...

Aktually, the mayans and there kin all died when the Jews decided to kill Rupert Murderer. Stupid blog, srry I wasted me time. Grate songs though, love Mira's tape deck and Johnny Cash is my boy. I now he's dead but I marryed my sweetheart June. keep it up, but the mayans are definatly dead.

Anonymous said...

It's all propaganda. The Mayan calendar doesn't end till the end of 2012, so you still have 2 years, effectively. I'm a theological lawyer based broadly and mainly within and around the bounds of ecclesiastical litigation. I lead a formidable task force team and taking on the Gods is how my firmament makes money infinite. We may be able to help you if you can help yourself. We'll help you with that too because most people have no clue.

Don't look to the stars, look up...

Om Nip and Tent

Atty at Lawlessness

Anonymous said...

Just FINish your stupid blog and put us all out of our misery. Without you there is no meaning.... poppycock. Funny, you never talk about the end. Get a grip, get a fish, get laid for crying out loud. You're way too up tight.

Anonymous said...

I resent that, whoever you are. Mira has writ nothing but truth, some stories, but she's certainly been the flagship of what's reasonably insane but trying to find what's certain.

Anonymous said...

Can't we all be friends. Keep your enemies close and your friends closer. That's what I think, thanks to my mother in law, who I used to fantasize about poisoning regularly until she fixed my tire one day when my hubby was out throwing darts in the tournament he might as well be stabbed in. Friends and chicken soup.

Anonymous said...

Moneypenny.
I have a lot to discuss with you on this subject and will get back. Right now my wife is taking us to the Mayan Restaurant here in Utah. And if I'm lucky the food won't kill me before their calendar does.

Truly, we might all be damned like an ill roasted egg on all sides covered with taco sauce come 2012. But, Remember too, "Unquiet meals make ill digestions."

"Maybe dead, but worth being dead" as your Dad might just say?

We'll see.

Mr. KKBB

Anonymous said...

Moneypenny,
What on earth are your eyes doing open at 3AM ! It's 8PM here and I feel as tedious as a tired horse with a railing wife; worse than a whorehouse house(sometimes): I had rather live with wine and royal jelly in an English windmill, and have my most excellent Queen take me to any summer-house in York !!

What say you about that! :-O)

Mr. KKBB

Astronut said...

What 'Projects' are you doing? You make yourself sound like a high achiever but actually say nothing in your bland blog. Is all this red ribbon and bunting hiding a great big void in your life?
You must realise the Mayan callener is not the answer to your problems.

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Anonymous said...

i've always loved pathos, whatever that means.... haha haahaa .. omh (oh my hell) Dave you seem like cool beans. But whatevvv.

Anonymous said...

A cool form of pathos (as in un-cooked beans?) that never moves your blog to any decision, action, or dialogue.....

kkbb