October 24, 2007 Bonus Bonus Blog
Some things just dog a person, like this:

Musings From Afar
"I wonder how this conflict between Bob, the dog and Bob, the Bell would be written if we heeded the observations from the New Yorker and used the services of a Narrator?

Call me Narrator!
Through the mystical looking glass high atop the human nature observatory I chance to focus on a big hat in a cluttered office. It’s noir shadow revealing a wild-eyed, twisted face. Shoulders shrug, the hat shakes back and forth and the face, that anguished face, cries out, 'what more can I do?' He slumps over his keyboard and sends his dilemma echoing through the internet.

"At a rest stop somewhere along the cross-hatched highway of accusations and innuendo, sits someone of importance who has been neglected and rejected. 'I’ll not accept your apology', he muses. 'I don’t care if was someone else’s mistake. I didn’t get what I came for and you’re the one who has to pay'.

"And I, from my lofty perch, want to shout 'Can’t we all just get along? Can’t we admit that everyone makes mistakes? Can’t we….' Instead, I bite my tongue, sip my mid-day chocolate-mint refresher and shift the telescope to a more interesting window where two flight attendants get really involved while watching Dancing with the Stars."
—Anon

"I always felt that the great high privilege, relief, and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing."
—Katherine Mansfield