Dilemmation time

Ok, what to do with my life right now? Confusion reigns.
I don't think I am actually a human being any more. Nothing seems to fit right. Maybe this is like being the pupae. (Metamorphosise).
Not a very comfortable state. Maybe way too much coffee? That is usually the problem. But then I do have an imaginaton and hands and feel compelled to use them both.
Idle hands, I must add. The Devil's Workshop here. Mwah hah hah.
I gave a drawing to some guy for his birthday. I liked it and hoped it would bring some peace with it. It took a lot of peaceful time to create it.
The guy's son says"Gee, you must have a lot of time on your hands!"
Yup. I have all the time I need to do what I want.
(Glad it was just a copy. Still.)

I guess the title "Quest for Clarity" indicates that clarity is sought but not-yet-found.
(Actually, clarity is often found for oh-too-brief moments and then takes flight for parts-as-yet-unknown.
Thus the quest for clarity is a journey and not a destination.
Problem-solving-r-us.

You know I could just stuff this incubation impulse and Do Something Useful. But that would be silly, wouldn't it?

W's dream

After Steven Coulter...uh, Colbert's performance at the White House correspondents dinner,
I was wondering if George Bush were as tired of this nonsense as some of us are. Geeze. already! Isn't there something humans could be doing that is more interesting than endless bickering?
OK I know the neocons were absolutely, mercilessly, needlessly nasty, but...must the liberals stoop to their level? (Ok it's fair.) (But???)
Then I read this ariticle about W's best moment in office. I dunno. I'd want out if I were him. Wake up and the past 6 years or more are all just a bad dream?

"I'd like to be
Under the sea
In an octopus's garden..."

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