So there was this woman and she was on an airplane and she's flying to meet her fiancé sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth and she was seated next to this man who you know she had tried to start a conversation with but really the only time she heard him talk was when he ordered his bloody mary and she's sitting there and she's reading this really arduous magazine article about this third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of and she's feeling very bored and very despondent and then uh suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out and they started just falling thirty thousand feet and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry" and apologizing and she looks at the man and she says, "where are we going" and he looks at her and he says, "We're going to a party, it's a birthday party. It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." - At the Bottom of Everything, Bright Eyes
It has been a year, and we're all still here.
Still standing, still singing, still wanting more, still hoping, still smoking, still missing someone, still obsessing, still listening, still laughing indoors, still falling, still dusk watching, still failing, still trying, still loving and loving, still.
Lately, I've been worrying myself silly over (insert danger music) the FUTURE. Not the Star Trek kind of future --- I already have in handy a few Klingon phrases like "GhoS Daq Sop lij vaD!" or "I will eat your son's entrails for breakfast!" --- but retirement and money and insurance policies. I blame it all on the Hello Garci (In Da Club Remix) tapes. With the GloriaGate open, there's no controlling the rushing and consuming 50-foot wave of uncertainty.
And on this high-pitched note of panic, I'm welcoming my sister Faye and Arnie to the blogverse. Geekery is obviously thicker than blood, and if one of us turned out to be normal, then we would definitely hate each other. Thank God it's a perfect world and we are alike in most things, aside from the obvious girly-ness. Arnie, on the other hand, just came from a trip in Spain, so expect architecture details, a hint of loneliness, and a few Spanish words.
And to all you fellow travellers in the landscape of words: Engage!