centre of the universe - the dreaming

Were I to take a lover
truly, take a lover
Were it my place to have a lover
I mean
another lover

Were I to have two lovers
really, two different lovers
Were it my place to have two lovers
Again,
I'd choose you

Why me?
Why would you choose *me*?
You could have anyone; everyone in the world
as your lover.

No, not everyone. Not anyone.
Neil Gaiman, you see, is taken.
No, I'd choose you.

Why?

Well, because, you see ...
I say, it's like this.
I could fall forever
in your eyes. I could, I say
lose myself in your laugh.
It's trite, I know.

My eyes?
You'd take me as your other lover
because I bat my eyelashes?

Um, I say. Well, you have
a very nice bum also.

Labels: Odd day, poems, the goggles they do nothing

Okay, so here's the deal.

I only mention it because a couple of folks have mentioned this to me...about me...whatever. It's been said lately that one of the myriad reasons I should rule the universe is because I make people laugh. I think that's okay. I think that's a good reason to rule the universe.

Because there is truth to this: that what you put out into the world comes back to you, and usually it comes back to you magnified threefold. And I'd much prefer to enjoy things (and enjoy not enjoying things, if that makes sense) than have the universe be cross or impatient or grumpity with me. Or sad.

So my friend Jackie said this: "I love hanging out with cenobyte because it doesn't matter where we go, or what we do, everyone cenobyte talks to, she makes them laugh." [Ed. Note: not by poking them in the eyes. I have discovered, through trial and error, that poking folks in the eyes does not make them laugh. It makes them very, very irritated. Also, it took me three tries to type 'trial'. I kept typing 'trail and error', which is a different concept entirely.]

My co-worker Double D said, of our recent trip to Ottawa, that he enjoyed traveling with me because wherever we went, I made people happy.

And I'm okay with that. I'm *really* okay with that.

Babies laughing makes the world better:


German weather hosts can't stop:

Labels: cheese, ring made from a spoon, the goggles they do nothing

Uhhh.

So, I learned something today.

Today, while visiting the Noah, I learned that I am allergic to rabbits.

I knew I had problems with angora. My mother gave me a gorgeous angora sweater when I was younger. I wore it for approximately twelve seconds before I broke out in horrible hives. Unfortunately, I had no other shirt to wear, and it was around the time it would have been ...inappropriate for me to continue on in grade five social studies shirtless.

But I didn't know I had problems with other rabbits.

Apparently, I do. While having a long overdue and much enjoyed visit with Noah and his Goddess, I started suffering from hives on my arms and torso. Then I started sneezing violently. Then, and this was the worst of all, my eyes. Oh GOD, my EYES!!! (the goggles; they do NOTHING!)

So.

To my cat-allergy suffering friends, I am so sorry. I'm not going to cat-sack the fuzzy ones, but I sympathize. I also understand that next time I go to visit Noah and his Goddess, I will dose myself to the proverbial nards in antihistamines (because I won't forego being able to hang out at their delicious new home). I will make sure I have a vast and varied selection of allergy treatments available for my friends.

Labels: allergies, bad cat, the goggles they do nothing