The monkey sat on a pile of stone / And stared at the broken bone in his hand
Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land / And the monkey looked up at the stars
And he thought to himself…
– r. waters

So how are YOU doing today? No, really. We spend so much time on these blogs telling stories, selling products, raising money or just shootin’ the breeze (as they say in these parts), that we rarely come down to earth. It’s funny too considering we’re all spun from a love of the outdoors. Well, I for one am just thankful the outdoors is out there. Without the outdoors we’d have to spend all our time dealing with what lies in wait, indoors. Yeah, sometimes the outdoors seems scary, but it’s indoors is where all the crazy sh*t happens. ( Can I use that word??)

So I could get into the really weird stuff but I won’t other than to note that things are always magnified when they come on top of something else. A cake is just a cake. It’s real, it’s substantial in its own right and yes, can be taken. Oh, but it’s the “icing on the cake” that causes all hell to break loose! Take yesterday for instance…

First let’s just say, there was already a cake. It was sitting there anyway. Cakes if not taken, often dress up in elephant costumes and sit in the middle of living rooms either waiting to be taken, or waiting for the icing to arrive (No truer or more confusing words ever spoken, eh?).  So anyway, you can visualize the cake sitting somewhere near the little table. The one with wine glass on it.  The one with the half-full glass of wine on it. You can also envision me having spent a good few hours upgrading my less than a year old laptop to Windows 7 sitting just a foot away…

Windows 7 by the way does seem quite a bit better than Vista. Well, that’s my impression given the 7 minutes or so I actually got to use it before the cake caused a chain of events which led to the icing, which in this case was the wine, that ended up all over me and my laptop. My laptop which now has a pretty solid operating system. Only you have to plug in an external monitor to see it.

And if you think that’s what has me all worked up today… Nope. That’s not the half of it. On top of the icing there is always room for sprinkles.  But that’s life. These things pass. It just got me thinking that with all the pontificating we do online these days we often don’t really know all that much about the “man” behind the curtain. How was your day? Car still running?  Is Joe the Intern over having to clean the bathrooms on his last day?

Oh yeah, and then I found myself getting irritated about that guy who seems to always have a reason to pitching and pitching and pitching for cash or fame on Twitter.. Yeah, I can just remove him but it’s sort of like watching a car crash.  I’m just too stunned to hit the “Un-Follow” button.  I keep wondering what’s on offer next.

Oh, well, another day. Does rum go with coffee?

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