Afternoon Distractions with a Glass of Whine

First things first. Deb's been in an accident. Drop by and give her a line, or ask Janice for details. I hear she'll be ok, but a note from friends is always good. What I like about you guys is the way you support each other.

What I don't like? These games of tag. I keep saying I'm not gonna do 'em, and then you ask, and how can I say no? As you might have guessed already, "Just say NO" is not really my thing. And I do appreciate the attention - ok, I LOVE attention...
Don't I make enough trouble on my own? Now if you wanted to play strip flashlight tag out on one of those golf courses, that, I wouldn't mind. Or you could make like Amy, my own personal Kitty Kelly, and just ask.

However, I bow to peer pressure. Kara, Riccie, Janice, I will give in. Next time, I warn you, you get nothing but snippets of poems, or movie quotes or bad haiku.

Addictions, hunh? I want to contest that phrasing. I have habits and preferences, which I can discontinue anytime I want to. However, I prefer not to.
Certain things I consider needs - so eating, drinking and "having it off" are not on this list. You heard me.

There are ones better left in the past for personal and professional reasons. It is no longer always 4:20 at my place, sadly. And I had a really good signature move that my back no longer cooperates with.

With that said, here you go:

First, stories. I love stories. Hearing 'em, telling 'em, reading them, watching them, true ones, tweaked ones, ones that never happened. It's part of why I'm a detective. I like to know what happened and why.

Next, poetry. Real stuff, and its bastard cousin the song lyric. Don't know why, I just do. Hey, I'm Irish; you scratch us and we bleed poetry and alcohol.

After that? Answering questions I guess. I can't resist it for the most part. If you'd asked my Gran, she'd swear I'd had a geas laid on me to spill the beans. I think Catholic school gave me a taste for the confessional - that and a bit of fun with corporal punishment. Not that I always tell the truth, but I do say something. Most of the time. The flip side of this is I love avoiding things, so I'll do it - but I'll do it at some nebulous later. Like a great man said, "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."

What else - Messing with people. I usually get it out of my system at work, with the perps. But I love the moment when they know you've got them, and it creeps over their face....I also people-watch for that reason, and ask people questions in all-night diners when they're obviously trying to write bad poetry.

Finally, I've been told I tend to polish stuff off almost compulsively. I got called "the Bogart" for a while - it was a joke based on the mythical critter called a boggart - but in this case, in addition to all the other lousy tricks, the Bogart was an oversized jerk who ferreted out your stash of whatever, and said he'd get the round next time...Hey, I've quit. I don't know who ate all the doughnuts this morning.

Oh, and I added new music. Maybe used CDs are addictive...as is imposing your taste upon others.

Note: Now I've seen it all. There are mome raths in the world. 'Tis surely a wonder, and that's no lie.