Archive for March 3rd, 2008

conferred

I went back to sunday’s spot the frog when I saw the ray gun news (“a real-life ray gun! It’s officially called the “Active Denial System” and it shoots out a 100,000 watt beam of invisible radio waves which stops a person in their tracks.”)because I realized I had another anagram that mentioned a ray. The comics strip text: “Saucers are fun but they’re hard to control” also anagrammed to “Truth conferred, heat ray tool causes burn.” Sorry I didn’t get that up until I saw the news today, the 60 minutes story. There’s not room here for every possibility, is there? It works that way, sometimes’ remember the pressure gauge the other day when I wrote in my post about the temperature being about 60 degrees. Well, maybe that 60 should have been minutes not degrees. Interpretation of comics anagrams is not exactly a science, now is it? Show me the book if there is one, lol. Seems the anagram’s close enough, regardless of when done.  ;)

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3-3anagram2.jpgYou want the right people to notice what you’ve been doing lately and that should come to pass today — even if you don’t see any overt signs. Remain confident in your abilities and you’ll end up ahead of the game.” That was today’s horoscope. Who do you suppose the right people are, and am I not seeing enough signs as it is? This little piece of comic strip was in my last collage. The text, “I see myself in your eyes” anagrams to “Sees you’re in my life, yes.”

I took advantage of the sun and warm weather earlier, walked the dog, stopped at my friend’s, bought the tubby Chihuahua a new harness and then we took both dogs for a walk. I promised the Chihuahua I would take him when I saw how excited he was to hear the word “walk” when I took the other one out. Gotta keep one’s promises. It has been since October 2007 that I last took Reuben (the Newfie/Border collie) for a walk, and he was only three months old then. It was a challenge for me, since I have only recently been able to walk without my cane. The Chihuahua (Peanut) did enjoy his walk very much. I think he has only been on one more walk than Reuben. It sure is nice to do something somewhat normal for a change. Normal? Well, whatever that is, it was close enough.

It’s raining now, much cooler now than at noon/1 PM. It was good while it lasted. I need a break now and then. Friends stopped by to tell us they would be going to Naples, Florida next week, for about a week. Nice. I like Naples, especially this time of year. I haven’t been there in a while, and don’t know when I will get back there. Of course, I haven’t been anywhere for a year or so. Haven’t won the lottery yet, though two couples in town did get 5 of 6 last week, for a nice mill to split. Someone is happy. Money isn’t everything but it is nice.

3-3-anagram.jpgIn the previous post I wrote a last minute mention about a watch. Because I write in the stream of consciousness, I wrote it into the post as I remembered it. I had not yet picked any text to anagram until I came back from being out with the dogs. So I picked a text bubble from today’s Calvin & Hobbes comic strip, which was in the previous collage. The cartoon text was, “What fun! A letter for me! I wonder who sent it? I wonder what it says? What could this possibly be?” The anagram (singular) reads, “We finish the silly underwater watch post…mind wrote out incredibly fast…how’s a watch best?” Well, number one, I did not mention it was a water resistant watch in the previous post, but I now recall it was water resistant, close enough for the anagram. How is a watch best? I never could keep one running longer than a year. So 25 cents was a great bargain for a watch for awhile. Hmmm, I guess that put me ahead of the game after all. ;)

beans, beans, focus, focus

If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, A wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, A magic bean buyer …

This isn’t about jack and the beanstalk, but it was a great story, wasn’t it? What would you have done if you saw your beans sprout a giant stalk overnight? Would you have climbed to the unknown?
Everything is an unknown at some time or another. No matter how much science we have, it still cannot explain everything. Thank God for that! What would life be without a little curiosity?
I have mentioned vicisiconography (my term for a symbolic language) in my blog before but it has been awhile, and sometimes a little repetition is a good thing. Also the story behind the photo to the left is found on one of those links.
Ecclesiastes 1:9 “That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun.

1:10 Is there anything of which it may be said, “See, this is new”? It has already been in ancient times before us.
1:11 There is no remembrance of former things, Nor will there be any remembrance of things that are to come By those who will come after.”
A little ambiguous. Are people things? Beans or beings, are they has-beens? Interpretation is a personal thing and the way I see things, like comics, is certainly a little different than most people do. It makes me unique, it’s something I can appreciate about myself. It adds another dimension to my life. Laughter opens us up to something that other critters on earth don’t seem to have…but then again, animals could have a sense of humor, and we just aren’t smart enough to figure it out. My dog doesn’t seem to understand the word bone. Is that my fault or his? One of us is speaking an unknown language, so how do we communicate? Ahhh, communication comes in many forms.
Life delivers options to our door daily and, since comics are easily available, I use those to communicate in my own special way. Somewhere in this collage is today’s anagram, but ya know, sometimes things like that just have to wait. The temperature outside is about 70 today. I am being beckoned. 
Before I go…in the collage there is something about a quarter. The quarter has been mentioned in a previous post if you were aware. Thinking about what one can get with a quarter reminds me of the time my daughter and I were putting quarters in machines at the front of a Thriftway store;she wanted a gumball and a ring, and something else popped out…a watch. It kept perfect time. Who’d wear a 25 cent watch? Well me, of course.


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A friend told me I should blog here. I use Cosmic Bubbles to make a connection between an inner and outer world, where comics anagram to a functional place in my life. I write in nexus form, (at least that is what I call it) because one thing builds on another generally. I am led to use my senses in ways most people might not, because I am aware of a natural presence, I guess I should say. I talk to God, Jesus, ET, the Big Guy, "them." Some may now say, OK, let's move on, find another blog, this woman is just nuts (something I may have said a few years back myself). But you might not...you might just find something else a little eerie, a little fun, spooky maybe in an Einsteinian way. Tying anagrams to daily life or a continuing series of concepts may just give you another perspective, allowing you to become a bit more aware of yourself in the scheme of things. It is always better to go back a few posts because one post alone doesn't really tell you what is going on here. What does go on is a connection, where sometimes I write a thought and I hear something on TV to clarify the thought I just had. Yes, I believe thoughts are real things, they manifest in ways I did not know about until the past couple of years. I used concrete examples, documenting as best I can as things occur, so people can see the synchronicity of the moment, the coincidence as it were, if you believe things are so random. Well, I believe all things are possible, and I show that every day in some small way.