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April 15, 2007
the rats in the air ducts are peering at me again
Blog postings will be scant until May, I think. I've been uninspired lately, deadlines looming at work, and a lot of other stuff seems to have started up in life as spring tries to assert itself. I think the moving thing is stressing me out. I've thrown away a number of household items absentmindedly. Garbage in one hand, tool/utensil in another, and I'm trying to do 6 things at once and I throw both handfulls away. I know I'm stressed out when I do that. And the rat nightmares have started up again. I always wake up in the middle of the night during times like this with fleeting memories of large red-eyed rats peering at me from ventilation ducts. But I don't have any ventilation ducts, and most of the rats I see in DC aren't that big. Freaky dreams, anyway.
I tend to have very strong symbolism in my dreams, and I take dream interpretation somewhat seriously. A current search of a few sites basically says that something is eating me up inside:
"To see rats in your dream, signifies feelings of doubts, guilt and/or envy. You are having unworthy thoughts that you are keeping to yourself but are eating you up inside. To hear rats running, or gnawing in the walls, shows that you have been wasting your time and should move on to greener pastures."Or something like that. I'm workin' on it.
My absentmindedness of late led to a disappointing situation today where I had organized a group of friends to go see another friend perform at the brand spankin' new Atlas Performing Arts Center on Capitol Hill. Sadly, I had purchased 8 tickets for Saturday, but told everyone we would meet for a performance on Sunday, and the show was sold out. Big time bummer.
So I think I should step back from any extraneous organizing or commitment for a while. My mind is kind of addled lately. I had already been in the process of doing so but this weekend confirmed the need for a stronger commitement to noncommital.
But I did get outside for some sun before this nor'easter parked its soggy ass on the area Saturday night and today. The team won another match and I got to play for a bit in the B-side game. I like how my tits look in this photo, taken by SuperStar OMG Brettie:
The formation to the right is called a 'scrum' and us skinnier guys just standing around are called 'backs'. I played a position called 'inside center'.
Here's me and Matt chittering away on the sidelines:
Photos by SuperStar OMG Brettie.
Blowoff was fun, but I was only there for a short time before I started to pick up Mr. Bartender like a sack of potatoes and carried him around. Between that and Saturday's match my back is a wreck. I did not see the famous and hot manatee while I was there.
Posted by jimbo at April 15, 2007 9:36 PM
Comments
You look so sexy in your uniform.
Posted by: moby at April 15, 2007 11:08 PM
You look quite studly in uniform, young man.
And those beefy butts in the scrum were a nice thing to wake up to in the morning ...
Much better than visions of beedy red rat eyes in the ducts.
I think I will put in my .02 worth again and say that it is time to ...
"Go West, Young Man, Go West. Go West and find your fortune."
Just sayin.
All the best, regardless. And if you stick around in DC, may your next home be ratless ... both figuratively and literally.
Posted by: SmartAss at April 16, 2007 7:11 AM
Great pics there, Jimbo
Posted by: Brechi at April 16, 2007 12:21 PM
aww Tiger, of course you're worthy. I mean, not as worthy as me, but then hell, who is?
Posted by: Donald at April 16, 2007 12:42 PM