August 11, 2005
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To be or not to be–that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep–
No more–and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to–’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And eterprised of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.And the purpose in that was?…
I’m sure you’re wonder exactly that. Well, I’m in a bit of a dilemma. I left a voice mail with butterfly that we were having a meeting next week, but alas, she hasn’t gotten back to me that she got the message. I could go down tonight after work and see if she did or not, but I don’t’ want to be a bother. However, it’s her only chance for redemption, because if she doesn’t come to the meeting, she won’t be part of Blue Portal, and that’s that.
EDIT:
False alarm. Turns out she’s just like Timon about voicemails and returning calls, the differncence being she actually listens to hers.
I don’t have to worry,
I don’t have to care,
My coat is very furry,
I’m a grizzly, grizzly bear.
Comments (35)
That’s a pretty dramatic soliloquy about an unreturned phone call. You are so hooked.
Who said I cared one way or another. For all you know, I was pining about the fact that I had put my business partners on the line for yet another no-show. You know not what of you speak.
P.S. It won’t work out anyway, so why should any of us care, no?
I do too know of what I speak. You wearest thine heart on thine sleeve (thy sleeve?).
take a hint. I took a hint that she either wasn’t attracted (most likely) or if she is, she is guarding herself and knows all the tells to guard, so it’s not going to work out.
However, I do believe that a professional relationship will work if she wants it to. From that, I would hope to get to know her as a friend, but it won’t go anywhere unless she wants it to. I’ll know when and if that time comes.
It is true, when I started blogging about her I did have the intention of (hopefully) becomming her boyfriend. But now I don’t because I know it just won’t work. Furthermore, I still want to help her, so it’s not like I turned into some heartless son-of-a-bitch. However, I do believe that at this time, any attempt to help will be thwarted to say the least, so I’ll have to sit back and watch her suffer. The only thing that will enable me to do this is to know that it is her choice to do so, even after several people have given her the oppurtunity to change that.
Does it still hurt/greive me to see her suffer? Yes. But there is a “justification” that allow me to be more “professional” about it, or, more correctly stated, more objective.
You’ve been awfully quiet lately.
Maybe she’s playing hard to get?
I cant believe I read the whole Shakespeare piece…..furthermore, I cant believe you actually typed it! In the time it must have taken you to hunt-and-peck that out on the keyboard, I would have already hunt’ed and peck’ed a hooker! Maybe Howton’s right, maybe shes playin hard to get, maybe shes a twisted whore and is actually trying to get your pudd hard. Who knows….in fact, she may not be a butterfly at all, but rather a Miller Moth in disguise. It will take a bit more investigative work on your part, Sherlock. So whats the first Blue Portal project? Is it a homo-erotic piece about a peanut-butter-covered kitty, lost in central park….a metaphor about love, hairy lust and a ponytails dream of achieving greatness in the film noir genre? …GREATNESS!
unfortunately Eric, I don’t believe that is the case, as much as I’d love to believe it were.
Danizfried, I don’t hunt and peck. Unlike some, I’m not tied to so-called pen-based computing. Perhaps you should take a class in touch typing yourself. I bet you spent a good two hours contriving that epistle of yours.
To answer the question about the first project, I will only manipulate the English language and say it may very well be a videography project. If you are asking what the first movie will be about, that is still up in the air as the original project (A Mediaeval Tragedy) has been indefinitely tabled and there are currently four other projects vying for its spot on the food chain.
Should we tell him the trailer is on my server, Tom? Make him sweat a bit trying to find it? hehehe. A miller moth? wtf? FREAK!
Ooh, I would love to touch-type myself…I touch-type myself, I want you to touch-type me…..when I think about you I touch-type myself….
Actually, the words and letters poured from my brain to my fingertips in a frenzied fury, so actually I composed the whole ‘epistle’ in a matter of minutes.
I am extremely disappointed that there has not yet been another poem, sonnet, haiku or ‘Ode to the Moth’. I signed on today in great hopes of hearing the latest sordid tale of ‘The Miller that is not Mine….yet…maybe if I start a ‘production company’ I will finally get her as my best friend/lover….no wait, Im too sensitive to do something as barbaric as have sex with her…’.
It sounds like the Butterfly has indeed re-crysalised into an earlier, more putrid form. Have you considered the idea and concept of internet porn? There are a thousand girls online who would love nothing more than to charge you $2.99/minute to feign interest and listen to you drone on about your sensitive pony-tail theories on life, love and the art of film-making. Or, you could dress up as Cher or Judy Garland and give the performance of a lifetime. Give it a chance…even gay people should have an outlet.
Become who you are destined to be….
danzig’s right. feel free to let the homosexual inside come out and play. how brave it would be for you to come out of the closet on your blog. fitting too, considering its on xanga.
I will totally give you eProps if you out yourself here.
Also, don’t quote hamlet. Its trite.
Barbaric? I’ve met your wife, and she doesn’t appear to be the type of girl who’d let you knock her over the head with a club and drag her by her hair into the cave. Of course if you’re into that sorta thing go ahead dude. (As an aside, she is awfully hawt!) Sex with my wife is the most satisfying thing in the world. It calms my savage beast. We move together and become one, bonding our marriage with carnel knowledge of each other. Barbaric would be if he just wanted to bang her and forget her, and I think you’re missing the mark on what his intentions are. He doesn’t want to ‘have sex’ with her, he wants to make love to her. He wants to give her the world! Which is so easy to do…until you start working, and have kids, a mortgage and two car payments of course.
Just maybe, go easy on the moth-girl until we know for sure. For example, I knew this guy who had divorced his wife. He was pretty upset. So what I didn’t do was start telling him she was a whore and no good, and a bitch…do you know why? Because they worked out their differences, fell in love all over again and got remarried. How awkward would dinner be with the three of us, with my buddy knowing I thought his wife was a no-good whore? Moral of the story, just because moth-girl is playing impossible to get, doesn’t mean, in time, he can’t overcome the impossible!
Mantra to moth-girl!
Fly to me, Butterfly
Moth, nocturnal lepidopteran insect
Oh beautiful and varied
Colorful and funny
Butterfly-girl
Moth-like girl
plant-eating caterpillar larvae
Let me in and I will show you
The world
Fly to the moon
The light of the moon draws you
Let me be your moon
Butterfly,
Moth-girl
Dreamer
I love the poem Eric. I shall have to call you soon and get your opinion on the whole thing.
Thanks d00d, I enjoyed authoring it. I tried to do it in the style of Jim Morrison (yes, he was quite the poet if you’ve ever heard his spoken-word recordings reading his own stuff)!
Hamlet is a good play for serious thinkers.
Tony, I have a propisition: I will come out of the closet on Xanga if you will admit to the world that you are celebate on Live Journal since it’s such a steril blogging service.
Kudos to you Eric for the admonition to be cool about the whole thing. I still have every intention of being a friend if she will let me, even if we never go further in any other direction, professionaly or otherwise.
Danizfried, for $2.99/min, I should be able to command people to do my evil bidding no matter how against their will it is. Moo. Moo ha. Muhahahahahahahahahaaaa!
I think you can have sex with people and still be friends. I’m not sure though, so I’ll go ask my wife.
Yes. It is confirmed. You can poke your giggle-stick in her moist-spot and still be friends. Isn’t that fantastic?
Were you talkin to me or Tom? Who gets to poke their giggle-stick in your wife?
I dont think she likes pony tails….
Actually, I was thinking we could get our wives together and just…watch. My wife thinks your wife is cute.
Besides, I don’t like even thinking about Tom’s giggle-stick.
So your saying Tom’s giggle-stick makes you giggle? Your wife thinks my wife is cute, huh?
….i must explore this one further..
My wife’s hot, your wife’s hot…I’ve seen what happens on Girls Gone Wild.
Amen, brother…oh
now wait a min, I want in on the fray. Did I tell you I tried to pick up a lesbo at one point?
There was an old poof from Khartoum
Who brought a lesbian up to his room,
They sat on the bed
Looked at each other and said
“Who does what, with what, to whom?”
…What would Brian Boitano do?
God that’s just sick!
Gay men do that occationally. Pick up lesbians. I don’t know why.
Maybe because we’re sexier then straight guys?
Uh…is that you coming out? Does Tony owe you eProps?
Wow!
Congratulations on embracing your true nature dude. 2 eProps to you.
*snap snap snap snap*
Snaps for Tom!
For the first time ever, I too, issued to eGayProps.
so now I’ve got eGayProps. Tony, your turn.
Tony got pwned!