I Just Don't Understand...

Apparently, the blog that I call, "The NightFly, Beyond the Night" is actually the blog called, "The NightFly, Twenty Minutes Into The Future". Don't ask, because I can't explain.

BUT! Here we are, Twenty Minutes...that's what we have with each other.

If you had twenty minutes with someone you love...what would you do?

Would you make love? Would you hold them closely and tell them how much you love them? Would you freak out and not want to touch them at all?

Or would you....

How Long, Oh Lord?

Many people these days like to call their children after biblical people...Jedidiah, Rachel, Conner...oh, well, that wasn't in the Bible but it is popular. But, I'm rather thinking that one family, somewhere in the United States called their little boy Noah.

I say that because it has been raining for 40 days and 40 nights in my part of the world and I'M DAMNED TIRED OF IT! God promised that he would never destroy the world by water ever again. Well, I'm pretty damned drenched!!! And I watch as everyone goes over the edge...we are ALL tired of the rain. DAMNED TIRED!

I recently said to a friend, "If I wanted to live in Seattle or the freakin' RAINFOREST, I WOULD MOVE THERE!"

Violent crime is up. Liquor sales are up. Incidents of people just freaking out are UP!

"Who'll stop the rain?"

Please, God, let us see the sun again.

As George said,
"Little Darlin', Here comes the Sun".

Please?

Twenty Minutes...And Here I am again!

Welcome back, he said to himself. You've been away for a long time. And we have missed you.

And I am sad that I've been away for so long.

Welcome back...I'm so glad to see you!

A Wallet With Eyes!

Today, I speak of Eartha Kitt...a wallet with eyes! It's not funny to anyone except me and my brother...my only remaining brother. It's not funny...but yet, it is!

Look at the leathery face, the teeth, the eyes....a Wallet With Eyes!

That's all...just wanted to make fun of Eartha this morning.

I'm done.

Throwin a Fit!

You know, I had an image that I wanted to upload, but I couldn't. It was an image of a young person in the midst of throwing a tantrum. He was crying loudly and laying on the floor and, once his Grandmama got his ass out of the library, I spoke loudly and clearly. To Wit:

"I sure as hell wish I could lay on the floor and cry and scream and say "NO!!!!" when things don't go my way!"

Okay, that was pretty freakin' childish for me to say, but, hey, I'm a drunk and I get to say what I want. I still don't get to lay down on the floor and say "NO!" a billion times. I don't get to writhe around on the floor and cry and bitch and moan. NO!!!!! I don't get to do that! But that's because I'm 50 f---ing years old! Not 2!

But there will come that day that I get to lay on the floor, writhing around and screaming, at the top of whatever lungs I still have left...."NO!!!"

How cool will that be? And can I start training for that today?

The Drag Is Back!

Quite seriously, I am not a drag! I think I have a wonderful sense of humour, sometimes just stupid...I love slapstick, you know, Three Stooges, Laurel & Hardy and many times, if you watch closely, Fraser. I suggest you check an episode called "Three Valentines". In the first four or five minutes we are treated to David Hyde Pierce in a, well, what I would call a silent movie, as he readies himself for his big date! I won't ruin the incredible preformance, without a single word spoken, that he renders. But, it will make you laugh...I've seen it many times and EVERY time it makes me laugh!

I also enjoy intelligent humour and wit such as is given to us on that same television program.

And I enjoy the humorous irony of life. I, for instance, am in charge of the beer and the wine at my store. If you know me well, you understand.

When Bozo the Clown (or BT Clown as we used to call him in my house) used to say, "Just keep laughing", well, I really didn't get it then. Now I do. And when I was young and people (usually old guys with their wheezing cough and wrinkles upon wrinkles) would say, "See you in the funny papers", I didn't understand. Now I do. I even say that once in a while.

Life may be hard. Life may be your personal scourge. Life may creep up on you and take you away to a place that you will be hard pressed from which to come back.

I rather think that every morning I have an opportunity to do good. To help. To make a difference in this world. I don't always achieve this but my intentions are good. And I will endeavor not to do any harm. It has never been nor will it ever be my intention to hurt another.

With that, I am saddened that I can't be a better person. I am saddened that I can't be what I want to be, AT THIS MOMENT! I am heartened by the fact that I can be better tomorrow.

Respectfully,
The NightFly.

In The Dead Of Night

In The Dead Of Night...

I think of all of you...I miss all of you

I cry because I have lost you...

My love to you all...