Worm moon

Having a fire alarm going off at the end of your shift is not the best way to end it. Thank the gods it was a false alarm, though.

Snow moon

 It's cold, it's cold.

A lousy take of the modern family unit.

 I was asked, at work, if, of all things, I was a mother. I must confess, the question stunned me slightly, and I was unable to process and reply at first. In due time, I was able to utter that, no, I was not a mother, not in the traditional sense, as I did not have offspring of my own to care and look after. As the more queer perceptive of you already have noted, in this world with “your kids, my kids, our kids” that we all seemingly live in, I could have hinted at being part of a non-traditional family unit that did came with kids in one form or another. Regardless, that is not the case, as children is not a part of my current household. Nor are pets, for that matter. It is, however, of the number five (no mambo) in total, and we all get pretty well alongside one another. My next-door roommate even works the same sort of shift as I do, so folks were already in the know of how to adjust to that when I moved in, and it pleases me greatly.

 

Not that my household is the Imperial Household, the Royal Household, or even the Presidential Household, for that matter, but it is mine, my own, and I’m quite fond of it, thank you very much.

Wolf moon

 Welcome. Stay a while and listen.

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus

I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night.

He didn't see me creep

down the stairs to have a peep;

He thought that I was tucked

up in my bedroom fast asleep.

Then, I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white;

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Sibling had only seen

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night

Then I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Sibling had only seen

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Sibling had only seen

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night

Granted, Kip Addotta did another version of the original back in 1989, but it’s time to offer an update.

TTS

So, I may have found my favorite TTS episode: number 19. Just the first minute sets the tone of not only expectancy but also head scratching, the use of a certain tune is simply marvelous, the random encounter character and visuals are both adorable, and the conclusion of the opening explains, well… basically, everything you need to know.

There is also the most perfect short clip starting around the five minute mark to point out how current state of affairs are… not quite working as intended.

Not to mention how the conversations are actually wise, detailed and refreshing in their depths and honesty, but the wholesomeness at the end makes one move on with a briefness of happiness and hope.

Enjoy if you're planning to watch / watching / have watched / will watch again!

Lads!

Lads, lads!

I may have wept.

Will you?

Lockdown.

I was once told that every era – or historical period, if you prefer – happens to be one of two: reasoning, or emotion. This was either back in 2006 or 2007. The person explaining, quite reasonable, said that it was always swinging back and forth between the two, and that we currently were graduating towards emotion after being within reason for some time. What I recall was that I, at the time, was quite excited about this as I at the time, imagining an upcoming era of positivity and various ways of expressing joy.

Ah, that sweet summer child – neglecting (or perhaps not willing to subconsciously accept) negative emotions being part of this equation. As such, I have come to realize that if one would look back at this period of time, one emotion above others should be the defining one: Fear.

Fear.

Let that take a moment to sink in.

The past few years may have laid the foundations of it, but seldom has a specific moment – to my experience, at least – as these few past years. Oh, we’ve had our fair share coming up to this point:

- 9/11; fear of terror.

- Global warming; fear of planetary destruction and our own.

- Political; fear of the far right/left, depending on what side you favor.

And now, the biggest and current one:

- Covid; fear of infection, contamination, sickness and death.

Fear.

I find one quote to sum it up quite nicely:

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” H. P. Lovecraft.

What strikes me as morbidly funny is that nuclear destruction isn’t on my list. Perhaps it is on yours, but to me, that is something the generation prior to my own was more concerned with rather than the current day. However, taking that into the account, fear may have been seeping it’s insidious tentacles far slower than what I initially considered.

Fear.

How to combat it? For me, it is trying to stay positive and spread a little joy whenever you have the capacity to do so. After all, who can forget a bunch of crucified folk next to one another singing Always Look On the Bright Side of Life? As for being afraid of the unknown, the strange, what you do not understand? Educate yourself.

So, if I can make a request, dear reader, it is to try to make the best out of a bad situation. I know I’m trying, and despite not always succeeding, an attempt counts for something.

Even if Pandora may have opened the box, one thing still yet reside inside.

Hope.

Title: Pregnant Elves scissoring.

I am not joking, this was the first thought that popped into my head

when seeing – in dim light – some of the Christmas decorations

being put in the bathroom. I can, however, reassure you that

the actual decoration is not this at all, but I thought it would

be a funny image none the less.

I’ve also been looking over some of the old RTS games,

the very first ones like Tiberian Sun and Red Alert.

I genuinely found myself missing them, even as they are

pushing 20 years now.

Shows how a good game can make lasting impact.

Oh, and it’s been snowing and dropping below zero degrees outside.

Winter hast cometh at last.

Simple pleasures.

I had forgotten the scent of freshly lit candles. Or a single one, even. The match stroked, the traces of smoke and natural chemical reaction, the lingering warmth and comfort. Truly, the ability to harness fire in controlled forms is one of our greatest accomplishments as a species.

Fire is of the Wu, a topic of which I know next to nothing about. But if it did come down to picking one of the five Chinese elements, I'd favor Water, or maybe Metal. Those who know me might suggest that I'd be better off with Earth. Perhaps they are right.

Plant watered at zenith.
Winter, bulb closing, natural happening.
Always kept warm.
Always let it keep the light.
Access to the sunlight.
Change soil once a year, summer solstus.
Sick, losing it's glow.

Hello, autumn.

So, we meet once more. The temperature dropping, the early dark evenings, colors sprouting instead of green, and you bring out a thicker duvet. I love this time of year. Of course, it doesn’t help with certain people counting down to Christmas.

To be fair, I love most seasons – for the share variation they represent. Stagnation is a form of repetition of the familiar, isn’t it? Or a lack of change. No, I say – bring diversity, randomness, and happiness for all! Bit of too much a mouthful for a chant, though. This gives me an idea for a new character, too.

Oh, and take a look at the date, please. I know the hour stamp isn’t matching, but then again, nothing’s ever perfect, is it?