Stanger than my brain
Thank you, intardwebz, for once again reminding me that I’m not the strangest kid on this playground.
Cat-brained theory
I have just come up with a theory for why some cats are clever and some are kinda dumb. Help me out here. If you have cats, is your cat smart or dumb? Clever? The proverbial sack of hammers?
Okay, now answer this: When your cat was growing up — meaning, their first year or two — were they around other cats, or just around humans?
My theory goes like this: If a cat is raised around other cats, they learn more clever tricks and are challenged to relatively higher reasoning function than cats who grew up only around humans with no interaction with other cats.
I’d be interested to learn about cats who grew up not around other cats, but maybe in the same house with dogs, or bunnies or ferrets or whatever. Tell me about how cute and or smart / dumb your cats are. This is your chance to brag on your cat, so I’m expecting lots of comments…
A couple interesting news items…
- When I
readskimmed the following headline — “Guinea: Two Journalists Suspended Indefinitely for Neglecting to Publish Photograph of the President” — on Warren Ellis’ blog, I thought it was referring to our own beloved American president. Also, I was only a little surprised that it would happen here. How long until OUR Minister of Information starts trying to can journalists for their treatment of the president’s speeches? - Google finally up and bought YouTube. So much for that.
- I got fired last Thursday, in case you weren’t aware. It’s okay, though, since I’m moving at the end of the month anyway. May be temping these two weeks, depending on the agencies. We’ll see. Good times, good times.
A collection of unusual cutlery
So, I seem to be accruing an odd collection of unusual and non-standard eating utensils.
It started with the Titanium Battle Spork, which I bought for myself after several people pointed it out. I carry it in my bag everywhere I go (except when I fly; I’d hate for it to be confiscated) and lately I’ve been eating my lunch with it.
Next came the collapsible chopsticks. Now, admittedly, I asked for these, and I use them whenever possible. They also live in my bag.
Finally, there came the Knork.
I’m fully expecting to get a Spife for Christmas (or is it a Knoon?), and a collapsible berry spoon. Everybody eats berries.
Anybody else know of any odd or unusual cutlery I should be keeping an eye out for in my stocking?
Letters to Ephemera
Dear people who write letters no non-sentient things on the internet,
It’s cutesey and precious. Please stop.
The note-to-self thing is only a little better. I mean, that’s why 3M invented Post-It notes. Or go get a DayRunner. Yeesh.
Thanks,
–Ed–
Never Mind That
So, for a project in my Critical Thinking & Problem Solving class I have to do a presentation on a political topic where I analyze the problem and propose feasible solutions. I picked The Oil Economy, and am working out ways to insulate the US — and the world – against its eventual collapse, which is sooner than you think, folks.
Anyway, all this thinking on alternate fuels and whatnot has gotten me seriously jazzed up about modifying a car into a biodiesel/electric hybrid. Everything I’ve found shows that it could be done for 2-3 grand. Assuming you start with a pretty inexpensive and lightweight car (say, an old Volkswagen Beetle) you could get as much as 60-70 mpg, and you wouldn’t be limited to the 40-mile (or so) range of most electric-only cars.
Never mind that I live in New York City, where owning a car is ten kinds of complicated. Never mind that I have *absolutely* no place to work on it here. Never mind that I’m barely making enough money to feed myself, much less finance this misadventure. Never mind that I have no prior experience working on cars (although I did install my own radio once). Never mind all that. I really want to do this. It makes me wish I had a house and a driveway…
Technology makes me happy
I love the fact that I can take a break from work to go have a crap and check the internet on my phone while I’m on the toilet.
Technology makes me happy
I love the fact that I can take a break from work to go have a crap and check the internet on my phone while I’m on the toilet.
Happy Anniversary, al Qaeda
Who knew you’d make it this far?
Okay, I was going to write something about today, but it’s all already been said, and not this year. Nobody has said anything new about anything regarding this whole travesty since it happened.
So, all we get is lies and misadventures and nothing gets solved, but lots of bad people get what they want by perpetuating a culture of fear and martyrdom and victimization.
Okay, so apparently I can’t keep my fool mouth shut. People all over the world are hurting and starving and dying all the time. The really sad part is that a nice chunk of those people are hurting and starving and dying because we got hurt and we died and we want revenge.
War begets war and death begets death. It’s all out there. Famine. Pestilence. You thought you were living in Godly times? Why do you think that the religious right is so fervent? They’re in a panic. Just look around you and you’ll see. We’ve all been left behind, thank you very much Mr. LeHayne.
Every time I hear about the leadership of this country I want to emigrate to some other place, but then I realize that it’s no better anywhere else, because all the other coutries are doing exactly what we are, becaues we’re bigger than them and we say they do.
And sometimes I feel like crying. Not for all the people that are dying because we want revenge (and yeah, we’re in Iraq because of some altogether manufactured ties between there and Afghanistan; gee, kids, remember Afghanistan?) and not for all the people who died five years ago and had no idea what was going on, but because mearly half of our country believes that our President is doing a good job and is fighting God’s fight. Some of them even believe that he was appointed to his poision by God. Can you fathom that? I swear, if anyone says to my face that George W. Bush is doing God’s work, I will bite them to death. Scout’s fucking honor.
So, rambling and pointless rant about the state of the world. I’m honestly surprised that more people aren’t depressed. They must just not be paying attention, or else they’re believing everything that they see on TV.
Kill your TV.
Open your mind.
THINK.
The End.