The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Friday, September 25, 2009

HGF

And I'm in the mood for love! Well, maybe not exactly love...

Time is running out on that season I love so much, Summer. A time when men wander around clad in very little and looking oh so good. Thank the Gods I don't live in a place where that's commonplace, it needs to be a time I look forward to.

And it appears fall has fell here. It's 51 degrees on my deck. Jackets are in order. (sigh)

Busy day today, meeting someone to get stuff for the set, then work at the grocery for a bit, then off to borrow tools from my brother for tomorrow's bout with set construction.

There's a martini in there somewhere, it is Friday after all.

Susan Atkins is dead. I have to wonder what that was like when she finally saw Sharon Tate after all this time. I bet Sharon was pissed! Of course she got saved before she died, it seems so many people who've committed heinous acts in this life turn to the handy-dandy cop-out of getting saved when it comes time to face their mortality. I can't imagine how that would help.

Well, I'm sure there's some peace when this is all over. Maybe she deserves it.

And so it goes: