New Year, New Post

Brinner. Commonly known as “Breakfast for Dinner”.  Which I am consuming right now.

Menu du soir

Buttered blueberry pancake w/ Grade A maple syrup

Brown sugar glazed bacon

Scrambled eggs with fine sea salt

A double portion of Swiss Miss hot chocolate w/marshmallows

Tidbit for the Day

Aliens made them do it.

That’s what they found out later when the whole mess was through. It started with the charismatic leader of a splinter group in the Jewish community during the age of Roman expansion. And it ended with the ineffable judgement of higher beings on their measly three thousand year old culture.

Hannah, who had grown up only ever knowing a world where the alien presence was prevalent, remembered how her grandparents shied away from the aliens in the streets in very clear xenophobia. When she heard them ranting about the Constitution and inalienable rights, she heard nothing but the outdated rants of people who’d lived past their sell by date. Not that she wished her relatives harm but it was embarassing bringing her friends over to a house where they’d hear all sorts of phobic insults and speciesist mutters.

No idea where I was going with this. It’s not even a tidbit. More of a fleeting thought. But I figure, I’ve got 150 words today. I’ll do 300 tomorrow. And maybe 450 after that.

Also, mainlining Lost (thanks Elaine’s bf Ryan).  Just got to Season 1 finale and my faves thus far are Hurley and Rousseau. Also Turnip Head (aka Aaron) and Sawyer’s relationship.

Words to fall off my tongue like jeweled toads . . .

hopping madly away as I try to catch them back into my cavernous mouth. They glisten in sunlight and moonlight, some with emerald poison, others with diamond tears. The din of their croaking is nothing to the silence that ensues once others have picked them from the air. They place the sparkling creatures to their ears, and so close to their faces they pick the jewels off like warts, leaving only the bare toad. Too late, the creatures return to my unwilling hands, are placed next to my unwilling ears to fall into my mind like stones.