Eight Lives Left

I had thought the title of the book and movie were from something that I recognized, but I didn’t figure it out until I came across this snippet of poetry:

That is no country for old men. The young
in one another’s arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
– W. B. Yeats, Byzantium

You’re such a strange girl
I think you come from another world
You’re such a strange girl
I really don’t understand a word

You’re such a strange girl
I’d like to shake you around and around
You’re such a strange girl
I’d like to turn you all upside down

You’re such a strange girl
The way you look like you do
You’re such a strange girl
I want to be with you

I think I’m falling
I think I’m falling in
I think I’m falling in love with you
With you

This morning I bought my ticket to go see Lea next month. YAYAYAYAYAYAY! We’re arriving on Thursday afternoon the 14th, and shall have a lovely candlelit dinner with our friends in celebration of Valentine’s Day. (Speaking of which, Lea, you need to pick a place and see about reservations or whatever. Not that we have to go to a truly fancy place, but just in case.)

The rest of the weekend will be spent hanging out and coaxing bunnies and watching movies and seeing Birch and Chorus and their family and then we come back home on Monday the 18th. It is going to be a wonderful restful vacation which is just what I need right now. I am really looking forward to it.

Lea’s going to be in town for my birthday in March, too! YAY! More fun stuff to plan! And then there’s Mexico in April.

I just knew that 2008 was going to turn into a travel year.

I’ve removed the whois information from a few posts below, at the fucktard’s request, even though it is publicly available. Go to whois.sc and do a search on spottedlop.info - that’ll be him.

Ask Lea for the whole story if you want it. Suffice it to say he gives me the heebiejeebies.