b r a v e c r e a t u r e s

I wonder sometimes if there is a "best before" date for establishing a good relationship. Is there an age by which, if you haven't settled with someone, it's actually too late? Can years of battle scars build up so that the trust, communication and selflessness needed to form a successful and meaningful partnership becomes, effectively, impossible.

Hopeless romantic that I can be, I always thought the answer to that question was no. Now I am really not so sure.

40 years old, and I have both been around the block a few times and through the mill. And to further mix my metaphores, I suspect I am now past my best before. I might not be off yet, but I am definately getting sour.

I remember once that I was so open and welcoming. Its actually amazing looking back at that and seeing not only what I was like, but  that I am really no longer like that.

I find now that I am careful and wary. It takes a long time to consider letting someone in. I can do it (or at least the last time I tried) but that I was so wary was my downfall. If I had grabbed the brass ring when it presented, I suspect things would be different.

My advice to new lovers? Dive in with both feet and dont delay, regretting opportunites lost is worse than not trying. You may not always be able to love like this, don't waste it.

Just to finish off my Pushing Daisies triptic, I thought I would mention my favourite scene - Olive Snook (Kristin Chenoweth) singing "Hopelessly Devoted".

Just watch it, its brilliant.

Its the sambering janitor that is the killer for me.

I love this song. Its weird and romantic at the same time.

Natch.

Oh and its in Pushing Daisies

Birdhouse in your Soul
They Might Be Giants

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(and while you're at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Image source: mssbluesky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html

You may or may not have come across my delight in the TV program, "Pushing Daises". It is both visually and narratively beautiful, and endlessly romantic. I really love it.

I was thrilled to find out that it had returned for a second season/the second half of its first season. I was however less thrilled to find out its been canned and wont be continuing.

To be honest, its a fairy tale and should actually conclude with a happily-ever-after. It should end with a resolution giving the good their reward and, and the wicked their just deserts.

Whatever the ending, I will miss it when it goes, until then I am loving it.

I did however note something in the Wikipedia entry for it, right at the end. It mentions that there is a religious story that closely mirrors the show. Apparently in the 4th or 5th century, Severus - Bishop of Naples brought someone back from the dead to solve a fraud case.

If you have seen the show, you will recognise the humour in the Wikipedia entry, where someone has used the like "the facts are these" to explain the case.

If you have not seen the show, this will be meaningless to you - but then if you have not seen the show you haven't really lived.

This morning brings a change in musical tone. A little less mournful, somewhat camper.

I am not singing along, but if I did it would alarmingly be in the same key as Julie Andrews.

Cough, cough.

What will this day be like? I wonder.
What will my future be? I wonder.
It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free
My heart should be wildly rejoicing
Oh, what's the matter with me?

I've always longed for adventure
To do the things I've never dared
And here I'm facing adventure
Then why am I so scared

A captain with seven children
What's so fearsome about that?

Oh, I must stop these doubts, all these worries
If I don't I just know I'll turn back
I must dream of the things I am seeking
I am seeking the courage I lack

The courage to serve them with reliance
Face my mistakes without defiance
Show them I'm worthy
And while I show them
I'll show me

So, let them bring on all their problems
I'll do better than my best
I have confidence they'll put me to the test
But I'll make them see I have confidence in me

Somehow I will impress them
I will be firm but kind
And all those children (Heaven bless them!)
They will look up to me

And mind me with each step I am more certain
Everything will turn out fine
I have confidence the world can all be mine
They'll have to agree I have confidence in me

I have confidence in sunshine
I have confidence in rain
I have confidence that spring will come again
Besides which you see I have confidence in me

Strength doesn't lie in numbers
Strength doesn't lie in wealth
Strength lies in nights of peaceful slumbers
When you wake up — Wake Up!

It tells me all I trust I lead my heart to
All I trust becomes my own
I have confidence in confidence alone
(Oh help!)

I have confidence in confidence alone
Besides which you see I have confidence in me!
 

A brass ring is a small grabbable ring that a dispenser presents to a carousel rider during the course of a ride. Usually there are a large number of iron rings and one brass one, or just a few. It takes some dexterity to grab a ring from the dispenser as the carousel rotates. The iron rings can be tossed at a target as an amusement.

Typically, getting the brass ring gets the rider some sort of prize when presented to the operator. The prize often is a free repeat ride.

Thanks Wikipedia

Geeks of the world unite - actually just my Mac using friends.

Here is a tiP worth knowing

http://www.macosxhints.com/article.php?story=20081115172028293

Dont say I dont tell you anything

Apparently the new design has screwed up the comment system, and needs seeing to. I will try to get to it this weekend.

I have been meaning to rip out a bunch of over engineering, but haven't gotten around to it - but hopefully now shall.

Thanks A.