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Friday, December 9, 2011

Yeah, yeah...

I know, I know.

Things have been busy around the bunny hole.

Winter is coming.

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