Don't be stealing a vampire's dumbbell, even if it was for a good reason....

A little known fact about me: I'm a comic strip junkie....

From the daily comics in the paper, to the daily comics on my Google homepage, to the stack of well-read book collections by my bedside....not a day goes by that I don't unwind to some light humor. And with the state of the world always dwelling on the bad in life, it's sometimes easy to forget that life also provides happiness--- though, most of the time you actually have to hunt for the happiness.

Comics provide not only a means of escape for me, but, there is a surprising amount of current events, news, and even history alluded to in these succinct illustrations. I never have to watch television or read the "news" part of the newspaper to know what's going on. I just flip to my comic strips and there in a few, humorous frames, I learn all I need to know to stay marginally informed.

I figure, with all the bias in news reporting, we're all marginally informed to begin with....why not choose to be marginally informed and be entertained at the same time.

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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