Inner Peace

You may have all seen this, but in case you haven't, it gave me a laugh... I did my darndest to figure out who it should be attributed to, but no love.

     By following some simple advice I read in an article, I have finally found inner peace. The article read: "The way to achieve inner peace is simply to finish all the things you've started." I looked around the house to see all the things I had started and not finished... So, before starting anything new this morning, I finished off a bottle of red wine, a bottle of white, the Bailey's, Kahlua, and Tia Maria, my Prozac, some valium, my cigarettes, and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how good I feel....

On the subject of finishing things off, I'm rather pleased with my weekend, in that it started Friday when I finished up a bit of art and sent it off to the Ambercon art contest...

( In which I speak at enormous length on the conception and execution of this Art )

Upshot: It took nearly as long to stipple the Pattern as it did to walk it, and now my desk is covered with tiny black-and-white flecks, as if I were trying to stump Sherlock Holmes with fake cigar ash. And I feel good.

Odd applicable names

So, awhile back while out at a club, I was talking with some of my friends about odd names...

Mariya: "Oh, wait, Madeline can give an independent opinion-- Madeline! What do you think about the name 'Astrid'?"
Me: "...Um..."
Jeff: "Let me give you a hint-- it starts with the word 'ass'."

Apparently our friend Damian's girlfriend is bound and determined that their first daughter will be named Astrid.

The strangest thing I'm leaning towards actually using on a kid is "Joris". Nice simple Dutch/Frisian guy's name... It's much harder to come up with good guy's names, and Joris is uncommon and heritage-full.

What's the strangest name you guys are actually leaning towards using on a kid, should you aquire a new one?

This really happened on the way home from work today

The wind pushes up against me like a codependent ex, pulling at my closed umbrella and the bag. As I approach my car, there's a strange noise, tap tap tap-- tap tap

I look down at the car next to mine to see that its rear license plate is missing the lower two bolts, and the wind is gently tapping it against the bumper. There's a bit of white paper on the concrete floor, about the size of an index card, moving away from my feet.

I move to pick up the paper, but it blows further into the parking garage each time I get close to it. It vanishes under a minivan, and then I go around to the side and manage to capture the paper--

This is *exactly* what my dreams are like. Strange...