Thursday, February 26, 2009

Stutters

Look at this face. You can see why it pains me that this little girl's mind races so quickly that her mouth just can't keep up. She has a very bad stutter. It has gotten noticeably worse; and she is embarrassed by it. She gets very upset by her inability to get out simple comments to her mom and I. She knows when others notice it, too. It drives her mom close to tears and I worry that it will be severely hurt her self-esteem. I can only love her only like a daddy can. I hope that soon the whole episode will be a distant memory.


Thursday, February 12, 2009

My Wish List

PDA

Electronic Reader

Telescope

Keyboard

Physics Books

Music

Computer Stuff

Star Trek Stuff

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Zulu

I know there are those out there who try to reach me. Since I like to speak to people from all over, it's hard for me to focus on a specific time. For those who know about Greenwich Mean Time (GMT), or UTC as it is now known, this is the time zone that I would like to use when trying to pin down chat or even just to refer to something that has happened during the day. It is usually denoted by the term "zulu time" and seems to be a fairly easy way to fix a confusing dilemma.

Little Bobby

Little Bobby got screwed again. Another item gets returned to whence it came. She says that it can be added to the "wish list"; as in, when the Sun burns out and the Earth is a charred cinder. And there is only that particular "one" that will do. Well, Little Bobby has decided to put a little away and get it then. And, Little Bobby doesn't give a shit.

Let us not forget how stupid, selfish, inconsiderate and petty Little Bobby is. Nothing that is done is good enough or done right. Little Bobby's head is full of stress to the point that it boils over like a kettle left to heat for far too long. No relief in sight and no help from the outside.

True love sits on the precipice of oblivion. Is there such a thing as true love? Possibly, but it is clear that Little Bobby is undeserving. Love from friends? Little Bobby is not permitted to have any. Love from family? Alas, the fear of it being ripped away.

What cruel fate is it that makes the simple so complicated. The feeble minded seem so brazen in their opinions. The soul is stained black with all the circumspection.

Let me sleep a long sleep. Let me dream of better days. Let me enter the next life secure in the knowledge that, in this life, I tried.