Restless Time

That restless quest to find something to do with your time that will feel ... meaningful ... or at least something that may be the best use of your limited time on this godforsaken planet...

I was watching a chess video on the Ponziani Opening, but I wasn't able to stay focused through all the variations, and I experienced that sinking feeling in my stomach, telling me that this just wasn't the answer for what to do with my time, that I was only pouring my time down the sink.

How about poetry? Might not Youtube have a lot of videos on the art and craft of writing poetry? Of course, they do. But it's not like this is the first time that I have thought about poetry, and I knew ... I was still just spinning my wheels.

The nasty quip is that this is why I should just get a job and earn my five dollars an hour.

Well, I did find a good slam-poem for my journal, titled "Hi, I'm a Slut". It also makes me think maybe I should just be content to be a hunter for those pieces of writing that capture my imagination. But this still leaves the practical, if mundane, question: what will I watch while I eat my meals? I still don't feel up for TV shows or movies, which in my current mood strike me as being chump bait - puppet shows for kids.

Miley

Miley Cyrus got badly scratched up and bloodied by her cat. She is a dog person, and I didn't even know that she had cats. She needs to learn that cats are not dogs. You just can't grab them and pick them up for some spontaneous hugs and kisses. Even as long-time pets, cats must be handled with care and wariness. You may love them, but, at most, you are only a fond acquaintance and admirer to them, and they are always their own agent.

[Source: ONTD]