Hysterical Morbidity

"...Sometimes these are the only questions we're allowed to ask. Am I merely to wallow in just how much life is nasty, brutish and hilariously short? Am I never to go outside lest I be attacked by angry pigeons with nail guns and rabid bird flu? Is my car being broken into and are rabid cancer cells attacking my colon as I read this very sentence? Because, Christ on a pogo stick, some days it sure seems like it."

One of the reasons I don't watch news... the other being that I like to maintain a semblance of blissful ignorance and worldly nonchalance. These things can't intrude into my life if I refuse to acknowledge their existence, however this author has such a keen grasp of the little kernel of things. I laughed out loud when I read this bit and I think it probably lengthened my life by a nanoyear (and they do add up, ya know).

Eureka!

Not a fan of the new anime or any of the weird-ass cartoons out there these days, I am a purist. Warner Bros. all the way with the Martian, the Abominable Snowman and his "George", and Bugs. Today I ran across a transcript of my very favoritist Bugs, http://www.dosado.com/articles/bugs/index.txt

(you should hear me screeching with glee)

This isn't funny...

but it is. Just browsing my pharmacology/medicine/research reads this morning and ran across this title... "Evolving concepts in the pathogenesis of hairy-cell leukaemia"

No form of leukaemia or any other disease is particularly funny, but who can resist it when the scientific community stoops to using common phrases like "hairy-cell". Awesome imagery there.

2 Incarnations

Men come in two different variations at their most basic level. Forget all the drivel about how all they want is sex and a remote. The division I'm talking about runs at a different level: 1) those men in the know and 2) those not, which means those who have a true affinity for fine and sophisticated things and those who have a penchant for the mundane. Intrinsically there is not one superior to the other, after all it is a matter of choice. My issue is that they seem to occur in only one form or the other - rarely a pleasant mix of the two characteristics - and I've dated both types only to find that I become dissatisfied with the limited scope. After all, I have been known to swill beer on a bass boat and tip back Woodford's at the equestrian center. If I can encompass both, why can't he?? And if he can, please step up to the plate so I can assess your swing...

Thank You for Your Support

Weird-Ass Blogger

I figured I'd update my profile. 'Til now I never answered the tard questions that they propose in the profile and it was because they are tard questions. But today I thought I would belly up and show my smart-ass side and then blogger pulled a super-tard and only allowed 150 characters to answer the tard question. ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So in retaliation I am posting my answer here because I know all of you have been in a veritable frenzy to see my ribald riposte to the scintillating question,

"Why is honeydew melon the money melon??"

Answer: I'm not much on the whole melon thing, as are most Southerners, however I have been told more often than not that I have nice melons, honeydew or otherwise, with which I suppose I could have at one time or another made some guiddas. Sadly now I am just a middle aged lady with a penchant not for melons.

(I told you it was tard...)

My Lovely Feature

Lookit, lookit lookit everyone!!! My very own spriggling water thingy in my very own rented backyard. Better watch out when I get a house of my own when I grow up!!!!

I spy with my little eye....

Click here for a wonderful and amazing bit of nature (make sure you have a hi-speed connection). I have been watching these little guys since they were still embryos. Occassionally Mom/Pop stop by and feed them up, but my how they have grown this last month. One has already established dominance (he was born a day earlier - you can tell by his feather growth) and eats first, gets preferential treatment and is much more eager than his sibling. Most of you will find these fellows to be rather gruesome on appearance, however, "yif and yonly yif" you are a bird person will you find these creatures darling. Regardless, this is a majesty that is slowly disappearing in America and for which very few, I fear, will mourn.

It's Waaaaavey...........

Not only the blog theme but the posts in it. If I was clever I would figure out how to make the post wave-y but I'm an ignoramus with HTML. All this to say that I am mentally flogging myself for not posting since before finals (?). One might think that with the reduced pressure after Spring semester, that I would be posting pictures (Adam's wedding, Ren Faire...) and writing my little grey matter out. There seem to be two issues at work here:

1) I feel that my content must be meaningful, if only to me, but hopefully to the hordes that stop by. Often I will happen upon a blog that is truly nothing but twitter and I wonder. Obviously my approach is not the only one out there when it comes to blogging (although, of course, the best), but why just fling blather out there if it has no relation to our world at large or has no meaningful content that may incite some other folks to cogitation. But I think I have competent things to write about...

- and -

2) Maybe I just want to relax - to go home and feed the flock, pop in an insane DVD and fall asleep while watching Peter Lorry leer at himself in a German mirror. Can I ever really relax with all this angst about blogging??

I sense some wine in my very near future.