Something Wicked has moved on…

This is the briefest of posts today because I will only be saying this:

Farewell Ray Bradbury, an incredible man whose mind took us, the readers, to the most amazing places.  Heaven’s gain is truly our loss.

Photo from the LATimes (6/6/12)   Below is a link to their article today.,0,5622415.story

Cricket anyone?

Be forewarned that this post is riddled with sports metaphors – and that I neither play nor actively watch any competitive sports.  I just felt like using them and so you have a 50/50 chance that I have the right sports/life combo.  Play ball!

We all have unique and busy lives… okay, some of you might not be that busy, but I’m sure you have some stuff to do.   Sometimes things get ratcheted up a notch and life goes from “normal” busy to something akin to standing in a batting cage while the pitching machine hurls 102 mile an hour fast balls at you along with a few curve balls for good measure.  There is nowhere to run.  That leaves just two choices: stand still and end up looking like a bad piece of tenderized meat or swing hard and fast until that @#$)@9 machine runs out of ammo.

Dead center in the batter’s cage is where life has been for me lately.  I’ve spent an obscene amount of time reading self-help books, start up business info, and of course, the all telling daily horoscopes.   This trifecta of printed knowledge, along with a couple of shake ups in my personal life, has been the catalyst for some major changes.   Time to start knocking them out of the park.

The moments of leisurely strolling the green and waiting for just the right wind speed velocity to take my swing are over.  No more meandering!  It’s time to be the driving force behind….well, me.   And now that I am a self-educated home personal improvement expert I want to share this – you should be the driving force behind….well, you!

We are individual athletes playing our best game in the team sport called life.  (Sports metaphor AND cliché – nice touch don’t you think?)  Why spend the time on the sidelines watching other players make the scores?  If weeks of daily horoscopes and boot strap entrepreneur biographies have taught me anything it’s this – we are our own best chance of success.

I for one would like a good Zamboni – the clean slate maker of the sports world.    Nothing says launching point like a three ton ice scraper smoothing over the bumps and rough patches to create a fresh surface for the next game.   So saddle up and let’s get this rodeo started.  Game on!

Y is for Yeats

Blogging from A to Z challenge April 2012 “Y”

Looking to the masters for the “Y” of it all…..


by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)


WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,

My heart would brim with dreams about the times

When we bent down above the fading coals

And talked of the dark folk who live in souls

Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;

And of the wayward twilight companies

Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,

Because their blossoming dreams have never bent

Under the fruit of evil and of good:

And of the embattled flaming multitude

Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,

And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,

And with the clashing of their sword-blades make

A rapturous music, till the morning break

And the white hush end all but the loud beat

Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.

To Some I Have Talked With by the Fire” is  from “The Rose”. W.B. Yeats. 1893.


Q is for Query

 Day 19 the Blogging from A to Z challenge April 2012“Q”


Q uestioning every sentence, line, word, and letter.

U tilizing quintessential resources to create credible work.

E xhaling when each piece finally fits into place.

R ewriting until the shine from excessive polishing is blinding.

Y earning to hold the bound, published product of a million dreams.

P is for Panda

Bonus quick joke post courtesy of my offspring (in keeping with the potty theme of the day):

Why should you never invite a Panda for dinner?

Because all it does is eat, shoots, and leaves.