I know, I know.
Things have been busy around the bunny hole.
Winter is coming.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Be Good Kiddies and Eat Your Veggies
Early in the morning, Mr. DN likes to watch a certain news talk show. Today’s lead off story was
how tomato paste was deemed a vegetable to keep pizza and french fries as part
of the school lunch program. The ruling
that their status should be changed came after objections from the frozen pizza
and potato growing industries. The host
of the program went on to state that the biggest problem with this was the risk
of cardio-vascular disease later in life for the children.
Hello?
Newman? Newman?
Sorry, honey. While
protecting the health of children is certainly important, the biggest problem
with this awful scenario is how we allow corporations to influence government
policy to the detriment of everything else.
I got up in disgust and walked away.
Monday, November 7, 2011
La, la, la....
Today has been a strange day. To me it feels like the world is holding its
collective breath, waiting for that big freekin’ shoe to drop. I made the rounds on the Internet, expecting
to catch a glimmer of what’s coming down the pipe, but found a lot of noise and
distractions cluttering up my path. MF
Global. YU55. Unexplained Internet outages. Iran’s nuclear ambitions and Israel’s beating
of war drums. Each on their own is
enough to scare the bejeebus out of anyone, but for some reason my bunny ears
tell me that’s not it. There is an unforeseen
disturbance in the force. That has
unsettled me. Step lightly, folks.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Hmmm...
My Steven Wright moment of the day: being stuck on a two lane highway behind a truck with a big 'ole orange sign behind it that says, "Do Not Follow."
To Sleep Perchance to Dream
It’s the middle of the night and I’m awake. As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew what time
it was without looking at the clock.
2:45 AM. I rolled over, hoping to
find Morpheus again, but Mr. DN is there instead and snoring. Rain is pelting down on the tin roof of the
second floor over the kitchen below. It’s
no use. I have to get up.
It’s a wonder I can sleep at all. Time seems to be speeding up faster and
faster these days. I blink and another
has passed by. Gone are those exquisite summer
days of my childhood where time seemed to stand still. For a moment, I wonder, briefly, if that is
what Terrance McKenna was experiencing during his psychedelic drug induced
visions deep in the steamy jungles of South America – a realization that as you
get older, time does indeed seem to move faster. He came up with Timewave Zero. I feel remorse.
The remorse I feel is not for the golden days of my past,
it is for our future. I’ve been watching
the events unfold surrounding the Occupy Wall Street movement with a strange
detachment. While I fully understand and
sympathize where they are coming from - I have been raging against that machine
for years - I can only imagine where it all will lead. The Corporatocracy has its talons in too deep
into our economic and political systems that to rend them free would surely
cause a mortal wound to our society. It
is a sobering thought. Too sobering when
all I want to do is sleep.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
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