Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought

Welcome back to the land of the living

February 4th, 2009

Lyrical Musings is back, but not completely. Some blog entries and changes made in the last 9 months or so are currently unavailable but will not be forever! For now, enjoy the archives!

Playing with Plugins

March 11th, 2008

The theme switcher is fixed (actually I’m using a new one: Theme Switcher Reloaded) and with it comes some playing with widgets which is the reason anything might look odd, if indeed it does. Widgets seem to be a pretty cool solution to doing everything manually, especially across several themes so I’ll be playing with them for a while.

The Quirks Are Part of the Charm

February 12th, 2008

No, actually the quirks are part of me upgrading WordPress and validating the site. (=

Also, the Theme Switcher plugin is being grumpy so you cannot automatically switch themes. After clicking the theme name, you’ll need to then click the Home link to set the new theme.

I need your help!

January 4th, 2008

There is a local haiku contest going on and I’d like to participate. Entrants can send up to 4 haiku. Please review the haiku here and vote for your favourite!

Also, one more haiku for your enjoyment and consideration:

“All you need is love”
The Beatles sang years ago
Today it’s still true


December 27th, 2006

Welcome to Lyrical Musings version 2.0 – or something like that.

Brought to you with new features and a new look all due to WordPress and more frequent updates, the site is better than ever!

Feel free to look around,register for more access, and switch themes to browse the site with different views. Although all the current themes are premade, expect a custom theme in the near future.

How long has it been?

August 12th, 2005

Over a year. Much, much too long! I have such plans for this place including a new layout (good bye yucky frames which I long ago forgot how to use!), installing a new blog program (good bye blogger – hello comments, password protection and more!), transferring all writing from the LJ to here, more frequent updates and more! Enough with future plans; here’s something to whet your appetite!

Slim sipped hot coffee from the almost-clean cup the waitress handed him. Steam rose from the cup angrily before dissipating into the humid afternoon air. Slim wondered just what he was doing here, in this rundown old diner with stains on the walls and floors and duct tape on the tables. He took another sip, his eyes following an old Dodge as it rumbled down the dirt and gravel road, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.

That could have been him once, he mused before looking back down at the crumpled newspaper on which he rested his hand. Slim had been your typical teenaged boy, loud and a little obnoxious amongst his friends yet quiet and respectful around his elders, especially old Mrs. Tillmen who lived down the street from his parents house. He loved the outdoors although he wasn’t especially athletic. Hunting, fishing, camping – those sports enticed him more than football, but he did play it a bit. Not popular but not shunned by his peers, Slim rarely paid attention to the social ladder and his currently position on it like so many others worked themselves into a frenzy. He had his friends and with them, he had fun. He’d a few girlfriends and while most of those relationships had been short lived, he wasn’t worried about settling down or being doomed to singularity for the rest of his life. He was simply enjoying his youth and maybe, just maybe, learning a little about women while he did it.

However, if Slim wasn’t anything it was slim, as his nickname might have implied. At just over 6 foot, he weighed in at a solid 250 pounds. While his physical appearance might have made him appear a little rough and rugged on the outside, he could be quiet and observant when he thought the situation called for it, although he was far from refined or sophisticated. Slim was intelligent enough, moreso than he appeared, at least and this often worked in his advantage. He didn’t mind if others mistook him for an unintelligent simpleton because he knew better and because, most of the time, nothing really bothered him.

Slim sighed, coming out of his reverie. There was no longer steam rising from his coffee and the sky outside the diner was slightly darker than it had been before. That was then and times were different. Slim had been looking forward to a promising future. College, marriage, maybe even a career and who-knows-what-else awaited for him, but that had changed and Slim plenty bothered slim these days. Slim rose from his seat, his body seemed to resist and, he had to admit, his mind was of the same opinion. He could just sit on that chair in that dirty little diner until his breathing stopped and his heart failed or, at least, until insanity overtook his mind and he’d had no more worries. No, that was no good. He was 32, not 82 and he still had a life ahead of him, even if was a bleak one.

Walking to the register, Slim placed his bill and a crisp $5 bill on the counter before walking out. “Let the waitress keep the change,” he thought, “Maybe she has something better on which to spend it.” Exiting the diner, Slim stared down the road, away from the sunset before starking the nearly-a-mile trek toward the motel where he’d booked a room for the next several nights. One thing was for sure; he’d rise early in the morning and get a start looking for a job because his meager cash supply wasn’t going to sustain even an impoverished lifestyle for very long. Besides, working work help distract him from his guilty conscience and the memories of the boy he used to be, the life he used to live, which left a vile taste in his mouth and made his stomach turn.

Slim’s gaze focused dead ahead as he marched back toward his, hopefully, temporary abode, the setting sun casting his shadow on the gravel ahead of him. Tomorrow would be a long day, but he had a feeling that he’d soon be accustomed to long days.

July 12th, 2004

Lyrical Musings has a new home! My new domain is going to be up shortly and Lyrical Musings will reside here.

June 11th, 2003

gah! i’m so pissed! i can’t write for shit anymore! maybe i never could there’s no emotion no movement there’s nothing i wish i could write like sigi i wish i wish everything is dead there’s nothing anymore

January 13th, 2003

All of the poems from 2002 are set up under date. I’ll add them into by name soon enough.