Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days; Part 8

Or you could actually dance. That is fully acceptable and I think it would be awesome for someone to come in and, with some amount of joy in their heart, give you some terrible news. (You've just been laid off, downsized. Your dog was just taken by the pound. Your kid was caught at school making a pipe bomb.) And you look that mean little person in the eye, and you stand up, still looking them in the eye, and start dancing. You could feel joy in the movement and the act of defiance against all rain, and that person would be confused, but you would be dancing. (You may even start a dance revolution in your workplace.) Which really does make everything better. Literal and figurative dancing. Also, the pirate koala agrees. So do the sticky notes-- because I've decided they do have feelings. And their feelings on this subject are agreement.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days; Part 7

In the end, though, what is the point? What is the point of all of this? All of the beauty and freedom and musings are all for nothing if the final conclusion doesn't affirm or change or edify anything inside of you. That doesn't mean the product isn't nice, or funny or that it should be shunned for all time. It just means it is without meaning. Or substance. Your takeaway from something meaningless should just be a good feeling or, you know, maybe even a bad feeling, but it will be something that fades because it meant nothing. But what is really important is creating something that will give someone else something worth keeping. What is my point? What is the point of all this typing and the strain I feel, strangely enough, in my forearms? It is to dance in the rain on sunny days. That doesn't mean anything, does it? But it gives you something to think about. I guess what I mean is this: You can be having a truly fantastic day. Sunny through and through- and then something terrible happens. A deal breaker. Day-ruiner. A great big crap on the lawn of your happiness. Joy-killer. It's the rain. It's come for you. What are you going to do about it? I submit- dance. Dance in this rain. It's YOUR sunny day and never let the rain ruin it. Take it. Take that bad situation and make it yours. Revel in something small- that normally would never even make you smile, but that is pretty cool. Let it overwhelm you and grace your day. Be happy because you know that it is your choice. Look at those sticky notes and make them your dance in the rain of your sunny day. Don't forget that that it is only with the combination of sunny and rain that rainbows happen- and that they are a promise.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days: Part 6

I think one of the reasons I love these sticky notes so much is that I love to write and type; I really do; and these feel so non-committal- I don't have to be preparing to write a DOCUMENT to type on one of these. I just want to have to scrawl a few thoughts, the meandering kind, and then I can go on with my business. There's no spellcheck. This thing doesn't care what sort of punctuation I choose. It's never going to pop up an annoying little tap that is "kindly" "suggesting" that I have, perhaps without even knowing it, committed the gravest of errors- the making of a sentence fragment. I don't even feel like I particularly need to save these. It's a fantastic sort of freedom. I think it's the kind of freedom we have all been looking for our entire lives. The freedom to just be and move on. The freedom to think without fear of consequences, without fear of a red squiggly line, or perhaps a green one. That alone makes these sticky notes a worthwhile venture. For any poetic mind that resents the square structures of prose being imposed upon it without its consent.
Thank you, sticky notes, thank you.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days; Part 5

Maybe I should clarify my situation. These sticky notes I'm referring to are a program that allows you to put electronic sticky notes on your computer desktop. You can write anything you want on them -- as I feel that I have been aptly demonstrating all morning. They are fantastic. They are as fly as normal sticky notes, but you aren't wasting paper, and they can be right up on your computer desktop and you can minimize them or not as you prefer- if you put a normal sticky note on your computer screen, you wouldn't be able to see whatever else you were doing. Annoying. Hence the awesome.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days: Part 4

These sticky notes are a big distraction. I'm already ADD enough in trainings and mettings, but these stick notes are exacerbating an existing problem. Maybe I'm the problem. Maybe there's something I can do to fight this menace. The problem is... I don't really want to. I don't want to fight. My love for these sticky notes is just too strong. Isn't it morally wrong to fight love? Because if you're fighting love, you must be allied with the opposite of love, which is hatred and evil, and God knows that I don't want to be allied with those. So how can I resist these friendly and fantastic sticky notes? How can I stand aside and let them be lonely? and unused? and unloved? I can't be a part of that cycle. I'm breaking it. Today.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days: Part 3

Sticky notes- omg! You can make them any sort of rectangular shape that you want! I always have to stop and think about rectangles versus squares. A square can be a rectangle, basedon the definition of the word rectangle, but a rectangle can never be a square-- even if it really wants to. Even if its parents tell it that it can be anything it wants to be when it grows up-- never. Although maybe it could be possible in its wildest dreams because offttimes dreams do not hold with any kind of logic, or principles of physics. Definitions probably don't matter to dreams either. So... dream away, rectangle. You go.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days; Part 2

Here. Is another sticky note. Help me Rhonda, YEAH!, get her out of my heart! I was thinking about Surf Ninjas the other day. It's not a fantastic movie, but it is certainly entertaining, especially to us easily-entertained souls. I am so much that. I was thinking about it because I was in the Escape, listening to Big Yellow Taxi with my hand up and out of the sun roof, and that made me think of moto-surfing, which is absolutely ridiculous, but could be fun.

Dancing in the Rain on Sunny Days; Part 1

Sticky notes are way cooler than Microsoft Outlook. Microsoft Outlook can't chill anywhere you tell it to and be different colors and small and awesome. It's way more complicated than an awesome sticky note. I guess some people want a complicated program to track their emails and appointments and tasks, and, well, their life, but I'm not one of those people. I am happy with an uncomplicated sticky note whose color I can change whenever I want and it won't freak out anything else in my world. I guess if I really want uncomplicated, I should stay away from computers, but I can't stay away from computers. It's part of my job. I've tried. Believe me, I've tried. But I can't. So I guess I should just prefer complicated things. But that's not a part of my genetic makeup. If genetics is really what determines such preferences. It's an old debate. But anyways, I do not prefer complicated. Computers are complicated, but I guess sometimes they are not. Sometimes I don't have any problems with them whatsoever, but sometimes I do. Sometimes I am awed by the mighty power of the computer, but sometimes I am really irritated when it takes liberties with my data, which it often does. That is just obnoxious. Because it is MY data, not the computer's, but it doesn't seem to care. Because it is a computer and it doesn't have feelings. Thusly, it doesn't care about the feelings of others. That is unkind. I am unappreciative of that crass behavior. But, I'm crazy. This is a computer and I'm talking about behavior-- right after I've just said that a computer doesn't have feelings. Can something have behavior if it doesn't have feelings? I'm unsure. Because animals definitely have behavior but it is not entirely proven that they have feelings.
In Conclusion, sticky notes are the best. They may even have feelings.