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    M-O-O-N Spells Freaking Moon: My Rant on the Super Moon
    By Kim Wombles | May 6th 2012 11:34 AM | 4 comments | Print | E-mail | Track Comments
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    Everywhere on facebook, on yahoo news, on Huff, everyone's talking about the super moon. Some are even wondering if it will cause problems. There's even an article on myths about the moon. Everybody's out taking pictures of the moon and posting it.

    Now, readers here know I looooove the moon. Love, love, love it and often photograph it. And then bore the hell out of you with pictures. I hear you in my head groaning, "For God's sake, we get it, you like the moon. It's the same damn moon every month. Why for the love of all that is holy do you keep taking the same pictures?" Because I'm obligated to, of course. If I don't snap the moon, I go crazy lying in bed, picturing the moon in all its glory going unphotographed. I have to! Damn it, don't you understand? It's the MOON!

    So, a few days ago, I got the moon before it was the SUPER FREAKING MOON.

    on the 3rd.


    On Friday, I scuttled outside, after my stupid moon website said it would be up, and nothing. We had cloud cover, so I went back in and waited, pacing, antsy, in need of my picture. Back out an hour later. Nothing. I paced some more. Back out. Absofreakingnothing. Went to bed. Tossed and turned, thinking of the moon.


    Yesterday I arose determined (like what I did there? I arose--all wordy and shit) to get my moon. I waited impatiently all day. Pacing. Gnashing my teeth. Growling at pictures coming across my facebook feed from all over the freaking world with pictures of MY super moon. Mine, dammitalltohell. Mine! I waited. I kept checking my moon site. I paced. I muttered. I rose my fist to the heavens as storms raged around us (not over us, but around us to the south, to the east) and as cloud cover threatened to frak my super moon night up.


    Out at 8:17 I went last night, one minute after the stupid website promised me my moon. Nothing. 8:30. Nothing. 9:00. Not a damn thing. See?







    Not a damn thing except a whole sky of dark. No stars, no nothing.


    I checked at 10:00 and 10:30 and then I cursed the heavens and went to bed where I dreamed I hugged my super moon tight, cooing to it, "Mine, mine, mine." At 5:30, I got up and went to the bathroom and peaked out my window and there was my supermoon, waiting for me.


    Screw you, I shouted at it, waving my fist at it. You're too damned late! I stomped back to bed and climbed in, turning my back to my super moon, who had stood me up one time too many. I don't need you, super moon, I thought. What good are you anyway? I have all  my other moons.

    See, here's one, you selfish jerk.



    Oh hell yeah. You're jealous, now, aren't you, SuperMoon?

    Yeah, baby. See, I don't need you, SuperMoon. 

    Uh-huh. Bet you'll show up, tonight, won't you? But you won't be so super any more, will you? I'll be waiting, seeing if you show up as promised at 9:27 tonight. A stalker like me can't be that easily dissuaded, after all. 





    Come back, SuperMoon, I'm sorry. I'll be nice. Pose for the camera, super moon, pose!




    *The above post was written while sober. Shocking, I know.

    Comments

    Bonny Bonobo alias Brat
    Ha ha, very entertaining Kim, thanks for sharing your super moon photography woes! If it's any consolation, the almost full, vogue super model Moon of the decade was posing beautifully for me a couple of days ago, surrounded by one of the most spectacular backdrops of a bright red, orange and purple sunset that I've ever seen in my life, on Belongil beach at Byron Bay and to my horror, with no warning beforehand my camera batteries suddenly decided to go completely flat! I was forced to just sit and enjoy the spectacle, which is at least now permanently etched in my memory.
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    kwombles
    That is a consolation. :) Glad you got to see it and enjoy its beauty. 
    “Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” --MLK, Jr.
    rholley
    The moon shines bright,
    In the middle of the night:
    DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS!
     
     
    Robert H. Olley / Quondam Physics Department / University of Reading / England
    kwombles
    :) Finally got it last night and this morning.http://kwomblescountering.blogspot.com/2012/05/take-that-super-moon-biotch.html 




    “Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” --MLK, Jr.