Listening to: Some show on PBS about how the first animal that appeared on Earth could possibly be the sponge. Pretty interesting.
Spring is definitely here! I sowed a pack of rosemary seeds and transplanted a Queen Anne's Lace today. Whoo hoo!
I got a response to the email I sent to the voice instructor at Vol State ~ I have to take a group voice class before I can request individual lessons. The next class is next fall. Damn ~ so much for humiliating myself in front of only one person.
I didn't get to go to campus after all. I had a flat tire and the cigarette lighter quit working on the truck, therefore no air compressor. It wasn't the fuse ~ I pulled it and besides, the radio uses the same circuit and it still works. Who ever heard of the cigarette lighter going out?
Several different things came to mind today:
I was thinking about Neil Gaiman's Sandman stories, specifically the one where the Queen fell in love with Morpheus. When she refused to reign in the Dream Realms (because love between the Endless and mortals was a forbidden thing), he punished her by sending her to the equivilent of hell. This led to the stories about Zeus and his conquests and the question: (working with the storyline that the gods interacted with us humans) How does one tell an omnipotent being to f*&$ off when the attention gets to be too much and they won't take no for an answer? Is it handled in the same way as it is with another person ~ simply and straight to the point? What about the potential for being blasted to bits or turned into some critter ~ is that a worry at all?
This could make a geat story story in itself!
Speaking of too much attention...What is it about me that draws the attention of guys like Mr. Janitor? Is it my personality? Do I come off as an easy mark or give the impression of interest, even when there no chance in nine hells of it? Are the things that come out of my mouth are perceived differently than what was meant? Do I give the impression of being a burning cauldron of love? I would really like to know what it is so I could understand it. It makes no sense at all.
Perhaps I should ask Mr. Janitor himself...but I admit that I'm not sure I want to know what the answer is after all.
Tangent alert: What if the hokey pokey is what it's all about?
Well, I would like to write more but it's getting late. I have to get up in about 6 hours so I can catch C.M. before he leaves. He's going to let me borrow some juice from his car to run the air compressor.
(Note to self: explore those thoughts on the Sandman and what makes a great story ~ or a great myth, for that matter. Also explore those thoughts about loving the characters in said stories.)
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