MENTAL NOTE

"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Friday, July 18, 2014

Blue Tea Phones Home

If I were human, I would be dead now. The fact that I'm still alive proves that I'm not. Rewind. Playback. I know, one can only admire the singular fallaciousness of my nondeductive logic. Brace yourselves. It's time for a home run.

For Bluety is on his way back and he is thirsty like a nun on Sunday, impatiently waiting for the young and British to bring him some tea with a twist. Kinky Blue tea. Shaken and stirred and shaken again if thy name be Juliette for I so love that door. Ahem and har to you, Captain Red Shoe. So now you're wondering... did he meet that final deadline or did he succumb to the world of shameless nothingness some call Facebook? Or did he finally show everyone on high the blue finger with a vengeance while nonchalantly munching and munching and munching on a vegetarian sausage? Or did he jump that poor horse's bones ─ Yeehaw! ─ and swear he would burn Academia City down to the ground if he ever saw another needless deadline in his miserable life again? Well?

Ah here comes my tea. Thank you Jules. That is sure to calm me down and feed the blues. I bet you never knew tea could do that, did ya. But it's blue tea. That changes things. I'm so stressed bourbon ain't gonna do the trick. Dare I say you look dashingly beautiful in your brand new outfit? Do all of you know she has a new home to match her unique brand of unrivaled classiness? Thank you Jules and thank you Truedessa, Goddess of Poetry, for your words of encouragement when all I did was work. Gloria, do you still have some of that wonderful Blue cake left? Could you put something strong in it this time? Thank you, dear. Where is Azra? I miss that girl. Shoes, keep that chin up.

It's strange to be talking about nothing when all you really want to do is talk about everything. It's soberingly disappointing to have to realize that working 80 hours a week can drain each drop of your creative fluids. Ever been there? What pill did you take to get back on track? Maybe I should ask Manzanita if she's got a special herb to soothe my restless mind. But one thing I know... The rocket's changed its course and it's on its way back to earth, and when it has landed and I find myself climbing down that shiny ladder, I'll be thinking of one thing, and one thing only: I'm running home, folks. I'm running home. 

This is Blue on board the Blue Dildo 1 signing off.

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61 comments:

  1. 80 hour work weeks will drain a person for sure. I've done 60 hour weeks before and they take a toll. Don't burn yourself out at the expense of happiness and health!

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    1. I'M DONE! I DID IT! YESSSSSSSS! Now it's back to only 40 hours a week. Dear Lord, I'm still alive.

      Sorry, I had to get that off my chest. Thanks for the advice and for stopping by.

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    2. I think the most I've ever done is 50 a week, 80 would be torture.

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    3. What... ten thousand facts a day and you don't like torture?

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  2. Blue tea or green tea
    Can these be the answer
    80 hr week is no joke you see
    Many succumb and not to bother
    It's just good to make a landing
    To be with the loved one
    Everything's an undertaking
    To be home running for once

    Hank

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    1. Hank the Poetry Tank! How's life in your neck of the woods? I'm now officially done with 80 hours a week slavery. It's back to 40 hours a week, which is peanuts. Unsalted. Hope you're doing fine :)

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  3. I'm not entirely clear about what I just read, but does it mean you're coming back? That would be cool. I'm in support of a Blue Grumpster comeback. Sounds like you've been a touch busy with work. Hopefully, this triumphant comeback means that your work has calmed down. Welcome back...I think.

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    1. I'm not entirely clear about what I wrote. But it sure meant I'm back. Did you say that's a cool thing? Hey.... another complement from the Green Pickster Von Pickleopeland. Thanks for the support. I will be stalking you between now and the next time you say cheeeeeeese! Or tea.

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  4. You should just clone yourself, Blue! We know you already have enough platform boots for all the clones... and strong enough Blue'sberries to control them all with a decisive hand..... And imagine Angelina's happiness when the clones visit the bedroom....

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    1. I can't clone myself. That would be blasphemy. But I see where you're going. Yeah, well, my boots need a bit of licking... um I mean TCL, 'cause they've been gathering a whole lotta dust lately. Angie would love a non-snorring clone. Or Hugh Jackman.

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    2. does she still like Hugh now that he shaved his hair of for the Blackbeard role?
      And are they paying you for all the extra hours at work?

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    3. Hugh as in Wolverine... Who would've thought, right? Of course they are paying me. I may be blue but.... you know....

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    4. Then why is you complaining? I'd do anything if being paid :) Yes, I know, how slutty of me..... what else is new in this zoo?

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    5. Nothing new and still um... funny?

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  5. Ummm errr okay
    Are you trying to be the cat at your bay?
    All over the place at your sea
    And blue dildos on the brain of thee
    Geez, you really need some sleep
    Tell the deadlines, work, etc. to go bleep
    Then just have some fun
    Or snore a ton
    80 hours a week is as brutal as can be
    I'd ball all the work up and pitch it in the sea
    Or take a leak on it and leave it at the bosses door
    Then take a break by the shore
    Or say the humper ate it
    In a humping fit

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    1. A blue cat in the hat
      Would it meow and bite a rat?
      My rocket's called Blue Dildo 1 for real
      But nobody noticed when I showed 'm the steel
      I need to snore a ton or two
      Or sniff sniff a kangaroo shoe
      And spend some time in Lala Land
      I knew you'd understand
      You're doing quite a bit at your shore
      Just don't drop on the floor
      Without an encore

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    2. Never drop on the floor
      Always ahead thanks to ocd at my shore
      So when I need a break
      One I can easily take
      And everyone still thinks I'm doing work
      Such a nice perk

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    3. I've got this jet lag that never stops
      And still did 80 like some cat who never drops
      How could that be
      Pat Hatt in the place to be
      But I'm dead tired, yes siree

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  6. I think you need some sleep...lol

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    1. Will do. Good to hear from you again, Mary.

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  7. When everything is chaos it makes it impossible to focus. I hope that things slow down for you soon. It simply isn't healthy to work like that. Besides, allowing your creativity to flow is important, too. Very important. We are not machines. We are creators. When your rocket lands... create create create, my friend.

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    1. Here's the punchline: I'm still focused. Which is why I was asked to do the job in the first place. And by the way.... I did it! Mission accomplished. I choose curtain number one: the nap. No, we are not machines, but if I were one, I'd so terminate a lot of no-goods. Delete delete.... How's life, Robin? I'm sorry for neglecting you.

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    1. Sleep is what I will do. Hey, how are you today.... Mistery Person. I still think you're Pat Hatt ;)

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    2. Nope, not me
      that I can 100% guarantee

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    3. Ahaha, I thought that HGW was Pat Hatt too. If you ever figure it out, please share :)

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    4. And how come I misspelled Mystery after all that bourbon? But I'm pretty sure he is me. Just don't tell Blue or will deny it. But he is R! No?

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    5. This was rather funny who is who on this big blue marble?

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    6. I was so tired... It kinda shows haha

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  9. 80 hour work weeks do strange things to your mind. You need a break and a few more cups of Blue Tea:))

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    1. Hi Phil. A lot of strange things, yeah. Like... turning into a machine. I could use some Blue Tea now that the job is done. Thanks for stopping by.

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  10. Of course dear grumpy you need relax with Angie and sleep I know was hard for you all this work especially if you are sick sometimes:))
    I will make you other blueberries dessert or pie dont worry.
    You relax and take care:)

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    1. Gloria oh Gloria... how are you today, dear? Pretty as ever? Sweet as me? ;) Angie can't really relax, I'm afraid because of the pain and all. Yes, this work was hard but I had something to prove and I did it. So now it's time for me to work only 40 hours a week. Which is pretty much like a vacation :) I love your blueberry deserts!

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    2. Yes Iknow but you still need sleep.
      And Angie maybe has to try yoga (or maybe she make) I know some persons with it.
      Maybe next time I make a dessert for you dear.
      xoxo

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    3. I will tell her. A dessert... for.... me? I'D LOVE IT!

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  11. I think I need some of that Kinky Blue Tea. (Copyright?)

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    1. Copyright... why didn't I think of that? Hey, you know you're always welcome to stop by. Would you like some regular Kinky Blue Tea or Kinky Plus?

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  12. It's been a while since I put in 80 hour work weeks. I don't recommend them. I have some blueberries. Let me see what kind of treat I can invent for you. Maybe a blueberry smoothie with vodka?

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. I recommend that you keep it that way. 80 hours... what was I thinking.... But now I'm entitled to call everyone a sissy who says 40 hours is a lot. What do you mean "maybe" a blueberry smoothie with vodka? Better make that two. I'm so greedy today. ;)

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  13. I'd like to try some of that blue tea, too. But an 80 hour work week sounds like a new definition for hell.

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    1. Well, I'm back to 40 a week now, so the torture is over. Thanks for stopping by :)

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  14. Glad to hear that rocket is on its way back to earth, Blue.

    And as for a recommendation for that fatigued brain (and body I suspect) take a hot bath, a large dram of whiskey, a rollicking good book and get some sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.

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    1. TOUCHDOWN, Wendy! I did it. Mission Impissible I mean impossible (stupid phone!) accomplished. Are you proud of me? Oh how I relish that entire list you gave me. Will do.

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  15. Take deep breaths and enjoy your beverage. Rest for a while. Rediscover the joys in life. Academia can only torment you so long as you let it.

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    1. Sound advice. I like that. Tomorrow I'm gonna do absolutely nothing except visit you, of course.

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  16. I don't know how you are still standing after an 80 hour work week. Then again, my dad did them for most of his life. It's probably why he died at 44. I hope you find a way to relax, then celebrate for making it through in one piece.

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    1. I'm 44. Thanks for sobering me up. I'm sorry to hear about your Dad. Mine died because of a brain tumor. He was a sob but no one deserves to die that early... well... almost no one. I hope your Dad was one of the good guys. I will find a way to relax though it feels unnatural. You're so sweet.

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    2. yes, sister Theresa, remind us never to call you when Blue needs a consoling thought :))
      Blue, you will live up to 100 years and will probably have the honour to dance at my funeral... the imperial one of course.....

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    3. Ha ha good one, Dezz. You know she means well.
      #Who wants.... to live.... foreverrrrr?#
      Me.

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  17. Um...I agree with your assessment. 80 hour week?!?!? How are you not dead? You must be something more than human. A cyborg, perhaps? No? Oh, well then you are definitely a vampire. A blue, sparkly one. Oh, wait, did I just insult you? Sorry about that, I'm just trying to figure out this great mystery. Perhaps you are simply blessed with extraordinary willpower. I take my blue hat off to you, good Sir.

    Enjoy your tea, I'll see if I can send you a few crumpets to go with it...

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    1. Eighty. How am I not dead? Good question. My ex in a different life called me a robot, so.... No, I'm not easily offended, especially when I'm called sparkly. Ha ha I love it. I'm afraid it all comes down to willpower.

      Still waiting for my crumpets. And how are you today?

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    2. Doing just fine, thanks. Just made my first ever batch of homemade ice cream for a neighborhood BBQ. Let's just hope it tastes good...or at least doesn't make people sick.

      Well...no matter how you managed it, I'm glad you survived. :)

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    3. Home..... made... ice.... cream? Yum!

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  18. Oh my dear blue so far away you did drift
    working all day and then pulling a night shift
    you know I was there to help you on your way
    to help lighten the load of a very busy day
    now that rocket will land, and you can rest
    take a trip out west go on a vision quest
    a goddess of poetry not sure that is true
    but, I follow my heart even when it is blue
    let us celebrate life with umbrella drinks
    then close your eyes catch some winks
    hope life is kind to you blue guy
    may you always reach for the sky

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    1. See.... you ARE the Goddess of Poetry. I so appreciate your writing a poem for me. Keep following your heart even when it's blue. It the one we've got. We might as well follow it, right?

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  19. MY dashingly, handsome Blue. Oh how I swoon at such beautiful words and praise coming from one so exceptionally splendiferous! Here's your tea, darling. Now sup up before it loses its optimum drinking temperature. And when you want more, you just clap your hands and I'll shall run to the teapot and pour.
    Thank God your ordeal is over. I hope you are getting 80 hors of pay at double time! How very dare they make you work so hard. And you can tell THEY that I'm not happy.
    Glad to have you back. The blog FB is not the same without you.

    On a side note: I now have follow buttons on my new site - hoorah - and you can now add me to your reader. My RSS feed - http://www.julessmith.co.uk/feed
    Thanks :)

    Now snore :)

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  20. So! I can finally shed those blue silk stockings? Lulu's back in town. Sip it high, sip it low, down your tea, and have at go... at anything you wish, you cute little blue dish.

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    1. Lulu's back in town! Ain't that the truth? Now, who's buying today, for I'm thirsty and ready for some action. Tea anyone?

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