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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Worth Repeating

The things most worth believing are the things that may or may not be true:

People are basically good.
Good always (eventually) triumphs over evil.
Honor, integrity, virtue are worth whatever cost is required to attain them.
True love never dies.
Miracles happen every day.
Faithfulness is (eventually) rewarded.
People will (eventually) rise to the level of trust you place in them.


Thursday, December 10, 2009

In the glass cage

Xanga these days is (I speculate) kinda like being an exhibit in the zoo. I can see all that stuff going on, people laughing and pointing and throwing popcorn, tapping on my glass cage and whatnot, but I can't DO anything about it.

I can't comment, I can't initiate messages, I can't respond to comments on my own page. Soooo, those of you who've asked me questions, started conversations...sorry. I dunno what to tell ya. Looks like a lot of fun being out there with the bipeds but I'm stuck in here with the chimps.


Monday, December 07, 2009

Texting under the influence

Ever since I can remember, I have been an insomniac. I have absolutely no recollection of EVER in my life, even one time, sleeping all the way through a night. (My mother told me when I had a baby who never slept through the night until she was 3 years old that I was reaping what I had sewn when I was an infant, so apparently, this has been a life-long habit for me.)

All those folk remedies for insomnia?

Don't go to bed until you are sleepy.
Get up and read until you feel sleepy again.
Move to another bed.
Eliminate caffeine from your diet.
Meditate.
Pray.
Keep a regular sleep pattern and don't vary from it.
Have a bedtime ritual.
Warm milk.
Melatonin.
Spin your jammies in the dryer before you put them on.

Yeah. Total and absolute crap.

So, I have been known as a nutrition nazi and have preached against the evils of chemicals and pharmaceuticals. But I confess I am an unrepentant hypocrite.

I have swallowed every substance known to man that even HINTS that it MIGHT aid in sleeping. Lately, I have swallowed multiple of these substances in double doses before going to bed to sleep for a few hours and then stare at the ceiling for the remainder of the night.

One in particular, Ambien, actually worked for a couple of months. Unfortunately, this would be the couple of months immediately preceding this entry. And now I find myself empathizing with Waylon Jennings who ruined his career, his health and eventually died from the pursuit of cocaine because he said he "always hoped *** JUST THIS ONCE *** it could be like the first time."

I read a medical study which recorded that subjects who had taken Ambien on average slept 15 minutes longer than subjects on a placebo. The difference is, the Ambien subjects THOUGHT they had slept hours longer. The conclusion: Ambien doesn't actually cause sleep, it causes temporary amnesia.

Even knowing this, I have taken it.

Sometimes, when I get up in the morning, I vaguely recall phone conversations like I had dreamed them, or I turn on the movie I'd been watching the night before that I could have sworn I was awake through only to find I'd turned it off 45 minutes farther into the movie than I remember.

And then there are the text messages. There is no denying the outgoing messages on my phone that say that someone used my phone to type out messages of which I have no recollection. Logic would indicate it was my hand that did it.

I recall in college dreaming I had gotten up in the night and eaten a whole package of bagels and then waking up thinking, "I have never bought bagels, so obviously I didn't eat bagels" only to go into the kitchen to find my roommate rummaging around in the fridge mumbling, "I swear I bought bagels yesterday."

You ever hear the joke about the guy who dreamed he ate a HUGE marshmallow and woke up and couldn't find his pillow?

Yeah, this post has not point, so I guess I'll stop it now.

Dang, I just poured a whole cup of coffee on my crotch.


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Kisses for you

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Monday, November 23, 2009

What the frugivore were you thinking?

 

Recycling this from a couple of years ag because...well, just 'cause....

 

Fruitarian:  

a person who eats only ripe fruit from mature plants so as to avoid any form of killing, including plants or their growth potential.  Some especially strict fruitarians, or frugivores, adhere to the belief that only fruits which have already fallen from the parent plant can be eaten  

 

(seriously?)

 

since it has never been proven conclusively that plants cannot feel, eating anything but fruit already fallen is not only killing, but actually painful to the plant.

 

(you ARE kidding, right?)

 

Obtaining the life essential nutrient of Vitamin B12 is especially problematic for strict fruitarians, as the only reliable non-animal source of B12 is yeast, a fungus.

 

(Be careful with that knife, wouldn't want to get an infection.  Bacteria needs love, too.  Oh, wait, wouldn't use a knife on the vegetable anyway.  Carry on.)

 

(What's that?  Oh.  Don't eat vegetables 'cause it damages the plant?  Ah.  Hm.)

 

which has lead some frugivores to abandon the practice of fruitarianism in favor of Inedia, or Breatharianism, the practice of sustaining life exclusively on water and sunshine.

 

(”consider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they toil not, neither do they spin…”  I thought photosynthesis required chlorophil.  Green's not really my color.)

 

Inedia was somewhat popular in the early 1990’s, however there remain very few surviving followers of this practice.

 

(go figure)

 

Persons interested in learning more of the practice of Inedia are encouraged to fill all their informational needs from the Breatharian Institute of America which hosts workshops and seminars at their HQ in southern Utah.

 

(I wonder if they have refreshments during the intermissions)

 

(Think of all the money you’d save on toilet paper, made by choppin’ trees, doncha know, and that’s gotta hurt.)

 

 

Think your baggage makes more sense?

 

Yeah, me too.

 

It must have made sense when we picked it up. 

 

 



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