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| The questions just evolve as time goes on... |
| 09.15.05 (5:21 pm) [edit] |
This blog post raises an interesting question. I stumbled upon this blog while hitting 'next blog' like a vlt player last evening. I wasn't really reading blogs, just cruising them. But the subject stuck and I returned today having had the foresight to bookmark it. I dunno if it'll enter my blogroll or not, we'll see as I read further but this question bears discussion.
This is the modernday version of do you read your daughter's diary? I did a quick straw poll of various friends on this one night in a chat room. Some people say yes, others say no. Others still say maybe. All say, never let them know you did. Not all of these people were parents, in fact very few of them were.
What do you say?
Please post your comments regarding this and I'll post what I think tomorrow.
tru
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| Not just another crop circle idea |
| 09.13.05 (8:32 pm) [edit] |
Sometimes the rooster has ideas that aren't all about weird uses for crop circles. Sometimes he makes a shitload of sense. Like this little gem of an idea.
I suggest the governments get together and send a shit load of garbage to outer space and launch it back at earth where it came from. Wait a moment and just think about it. When anything reenters the earth’s atmosphere it burns up right? We’re sitting on the universe’s incinerator, right here. So when it reenters the atmosphere it burns up and turns to dust or ash.
One of the first signs of civilization is the gathering of refuse and disposing of it away from the general living area. I'm sure that we've got that part down pat, except for the stupid garbage collector in my town. For the past 5 years garbage day has been on Tuesday...but according to the bags of garbage waiting on the curb up and down my street, apparently not this week. Damn I thought it was the CBC and Telus on strike not the civil servants...ah well.
So perhaps Mr. Rooster isn't too far off the mark. Maybe all that intelligent life out there in the universe has been looking at our lovely lil planet and icking to each other in a genteel sorta way of course. Remarking to each other that we seem to have a lot of good ideas (and some not so great ones) and that it might be nice to visit there someday if it weren't for the positively archaic living conditions.
Do you believe it? They LIVE in their GARBAGE. Burying it right there in the ground where they WALK... Ick.. shudder...
Hmmm... prolly not... I think I'll go get my fix of alien life forms by buying this soon.
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| From the actions of animals.... |
| 09.01.05 (9:56 am) [edit] |
The other day I watched our Papillion, Dexter discover a partly eaten bagel that #5 (4 year old) had set down. He sniffed all around it, knowing that he’s not allowed to snatch human food and dash for his kennel but very obviously wanting to. He paced about, came back, sniffed all around it again, ears splaying out flat as he puzzled out what to do. For a while he simply sat there, head down, nose inhaling the luscious, enticing scent and then finally with a sigh that was worthy of an Oscar folded himself down on his chest and tummy to guard it.
He grumbled a little when Huggie the pug walked by and even curled his lip as Duke the cat sauntered over. Duke was astonished, sitting down on his haunches and watching his normally cuddly buddy snarl at him. Usually these two are as cuddly as two hippies at Woodstock, sniffing ears and nosing cheeks and rubbing against each other. It’s down right disturbing to watch them at times and here was Dex snarling at his chum over this piece of human food, forbidden yet oh so desirable.
After a time, Dex needed a drink or a food dash and went to the washroom to get it. Huggie swooped in, snatched up the bagel and dashed behind the armchair to enjoy his ill-gotten goods. And the fight was on. Dexter descended upon Huggie with the all the offended sensibilities of a righteous person fighting for their beliefs. A brief scuffle, lots of snarls and growls and off dashed Dexter to his kennel with the bagel. After all, now he was rescuing it, not taking it when he wasn’t supposed to. To his mind, it was justifiably his reward for the right behaviour.
I retrieved the bagel, broke it into smaller pieces, deposited it in the communal animal food bowl and reflected upon what I’d just witnessed.
How often do we do that in our lives? How often do I do that? We discover something we want with every fiber of our beings. Something we dream about, something we fawn over and generally WANT. Something we should snatch up and enjoy every bite of, every instance of, every breath we take doing that job we really want to be doing. Yet there we sit, ears splayed out denying ourselves this bite of heaven. Denying ourselves the job of a lifetime or chance we should embrace. For some rule of society, some more or training or just a sense of what’s right we deny it to ourselves. We hover over it, watching it, coveting it from afar. Telling ourselves that when we win the lottery we’ll surely do it. Go on that vacation. Write that book. Toss aside the safe job and fly by the seat of our pants doing what we truly love, Truly living our passion. Yep, one day that’s what we’ll do. Meanwhile we snarl at our friends, work ourselves into a tizzy about stuff that we could change if we really wanted to and congratulate ourselves for doing the right thing, yet can't escape the hollow feeling.
Then along comes someone who has different mores, a little more gumption or sense of self or confidence, and they swoop down on our treasured something and make off with it, leaving us angry at the loss, annoyed at ourselves for doing the right thing and generally downcast at missing out on the treasure.
How many missed chances are in your life?
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