Pirate fantasies....

When I woke up this morning, for the first time in eons it wasn't Clark and Lex in my half-asleep fantasy, it was Captain Jack Sparrow. That wiley, crazy pirate has invaded my subconscious.

I have a few theories as to why - and not just the heroic derring-do aspect, or the charlatan aspect, or the fearlessness, or the witty lines, though all of those things appeal. It's the more primal aspect of a living creature who bypasses civilization. The lure of the abnormal and the unusual. Not defective (at least, not to my way of thinking), but living on his own terms - the beat of a unique different drummer.

And don't worry, I'm not abandoning the Smallville boys, it's just that my imagination (and my libido) is piqued by Jack.

Long day...

There were things I wanted to write here - and things I wanted to write, period - but it's been one of those days where one thing follows another without a pause for breath ahead of time.

I had lunch as a picnic by the Ottawa River, near King Edward Avenue. Not its prettiest part, but pleasant for an interlude away from city streets.

The Kate Greenaway book on flowers turned up from the public library, with a couple of others. No time to look at them, yet. I love Kate Greenaway art: I had a book of nursery rhymes illustrated by her when I was very young. It was one of my favourite books.

Had my fourth session with weights this morning, and it went well.