This is how the mighty human dynasty ends…behind a fortress of toilet paper rolls. Our defenses weakly fortified with catapults loaded with sanitized goo? Social media is causing the masses to yip and bolt like my cat Sadie when the house creaks unexpectedly. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
Hello! I hope your February is going a lot better than my month and year is so far.
In my Freak Show Podcast this morning I acknowledged that I have been super lazy on the blog front here in recent weeks; whereas on the podcast side I have been fairly consistent. The reason? It’s so much easier to talk in free form and just roll with your thoughts. On the blog side there is more editing and sifting the finer points of the topic. The finished product for my blog most times I think is superior to my podcast (you don’t have to listen to my voice for starters).
But like most people, I take the shortcuts where I can and that means that the content for my blog isn’t as full this year in relation to my ever-expanding podcast universe on Soundcloud. Here at my blog I use WordPress and I’m fairly pleased with the free set up. I don’t include a ton of photos or videos so I don’t come close to touching their data limits. Plus I get to see the worldwide stats for my specific posts (regardless of post age) and I like that a lot.
For those that frequent this site or those other social media hubs with the intent to read or listen to my offerings, I thank you. I forever try to do better. Coming up, I will probably post a few sports related pieces here soon as we are on the cusp of another baseball season (hellulujeah!).
Everyone have a great week and please check back soon or hit me up with topics you liked or would like my two cents worth on…
— 02/27/2020 –
So new year and new stuff. As it is currently winter in this hemisphere, the weather is cold and mostly forbidding to be outside although not as harsh as some years. For most winters I tend to spend quite a bit of time inside…and eating. This year is no different. The scale reading of my weight in Earth pounds backs up this claim most egregiously.
Hello! Thank you for dropping in on my tiny slice of cyber-where. This will be my final blog post…this year. I’ve included some rando pictures of silly stuffs. I anticipate much will change in 2020…and some things will not. What will those changes look like, it’s hard to say at the moment. But like most things in life, you can jump into the surf and wade out to meet them or just wait on the shore to see if the repercussions will be impactful.
Welcome to December 29th! It’s a Sunday with no special circumstances to alleviate the work day forthcoming tomorrow (the dreaded Monday). It’s not New Year’s Eve Eve Eve’s fault. So remember Sunday is still a good thing until about 7-8pm when the mind turns towards the impending tomorrow. Please enjoy the time we have left until Monday poisons the last tidbit of our weekend.
So back on June 24th, 2019 (the day after my birthday) and twelve days before I had my heart attack, I wrote a piece detailing the horrific experiments done in the hollow name of science on living, breathing and AWAKE cats and kittens. Writing the piece and thinking about the psychopathic practices of a organization touting itself as an institution of higher learning, made me physically ill. I’m not exaggerating or joking one bit either.
Normally I can infuse some levity and silliness into my posts but there was zero to joke about on this topic. The facts pertaining to their experiments and flawed research was something out of a Mary Shelley novel…only cruelly worse. In this day and age of iPad simulations and medical Virtual Reality technology, the thought of so-called ‘educated people’ to still be bumbling along like researcher neanderthals is tragic and shameful.
Yesterday I received an e-mail notification regarding an on-line petition I signed protesting SUNY University. The petition update alleged that SUNY University has finally ceased this abhorrent practice that they have been perpetrating for over three decades! I truly hope this is accurate. Now I can shift my focus to try to get the powers that be at SUNY to have a conscience and have them donate food and litter to shelters in need for their cat/kitten populace. I doubt they will have any remorse and aim to make any amends but all I can do it try.
Everyone please love one another and of course your furry friends as we approach Thanksgiving. Check back often for more posts or if you are so inclined, give my podcast (The Freak Show on Soundcloud) a listen.
Today marks 32 days since I had my ill-timed heart attack in Sherwood, Arkansas (is there really a good time to have a heart attack?). Furthermore, it has been thirty days from my hospital release date. In many ways it seems like a long time since then and in the same vein it feels like only yesterday. Sometimes, depending on how a fall asleep, I wake up and feel like the IV’s are still in the crook of each arm but then I move and the sensation dissipates. Starting with the moment I was lifted up into that ambulance, then continuing through coming back home and meeting with the local doctors (cardiologists, thyroid doctors, etc.), I have intently listened to what they have told me I need to do. In the context of their medical recommendations and strategies to put me on the path to returning to normalcy, I have also been doing some figurative cosmic math. Continue reading “Adulting with softball crossover (HIPPA release included)”
I’ll let that sink in for a second. I said hello for the first time this month in blog form. For those who may not know, I suffered a heart attack on July 5, 2019 around the time of 8 pm CST. The event started to unfold towards the end of a tournament softball game being held at Dupree Park in Jacksonville, Arkansas under the Busch Classic banner.
Good morning. Every once in awhile I diverge from my quirky, light-hearted blog writing with some heavier and sobering pieces (see Rabies and Bobcat Babies). Unfortunately yesterday was one of those days (Happy Birthday to me, NOT!).
Mid last week I ran across a Facebook story centered around SUNY (State University of New York). The university system for SUNY contains more than five dozen campus locations and well over 400,000 students. So why should I care about an organization that is hundreds of miles away? Because I love cats.
Below is a four page open letter I wrote to the chancellor of the university after reading multiple articles exposing their practice of using living, breathing, awake and aware cats and kittens in their cruel, torturous experiments in the name of science. I tried to keep my cool in composing the letter and focus on making a logically sound argument balanced with visceral pleas about stopping something that is just fundamentally and morally wrong. I can understand why Ms. Kristina M Johnson and the university powers-that-be trying would be trying to distance themselves from the happenings in the lab. Any reasonable person who isn’t a psychopath should be aghast and repulsed by SUNY’s collective indifference to life and humane actions.
One final thought for Kristina M Johnson and everyone one their Board of Trustees: If you truly believe the procedures performed on these animals are within acceptable and reasonable limits, how about you put yourself in their place and be subjected to the indescribable acts these 4-12 months old kittens and cats have to endure until they have served their purpose and are ultimately destroyed right after? See if you condone their treatment and tormented final living hours then. Please read my letter and share this post with as many animal loving people you can find – far and wide! For more information, please see the attached links at the bottom. Continue reading “Live Animal Testing (Torturing) / SUNY University”
I know the title sounds like I am wrapping up a movie or an epic HBO series but in reality, I’m talking about the output (quantity) of posts for my blog. So far this year of 2019 I have produced 16 posts (not including this one). By comparison, last year in June alone I posted 14 times!
AM I LOSING MY DESIRE TO WRITE AND SHARE?! AM I?! Continue reading “Post Production”
It seems, at least to me, that just about every year I am writing a blog piece about the local flood waters here in Missouri. There would be a certain contingent who would simply shout, “Just move away already!” OK fair enough but I’m not actually in a flood plain and where I live is above the critically afflicted. How the flood waters affect me is more superficial than anything. A few of the most convenience routes are under water causing me to seek alternative roads that may take a little longer to traverse. There are other people, some known, some unknown who are directly affected and displaced or facing total loss of possessions that are in more peril than myself and could use the relief. Continue reading “Flood Waters 2019”
Hello and spiffy Monday morning to everyone!
As a long suffering Indians fan, I am here to put my spin on the start to the season and my brutally honest assessment of my team’s chances in 2019. Today is April 1st…April Fools Day and as of this morning, the Cleveland Indians are in last place in their division sitting at 1 win and 2 losses. The silver lining is that the season is just begun and the team is only a game out of first place. Continue reading “Waaay too early panic bus edition of Cleveland Indians Baseball 2019”
It is a certain time this morning but I swear it feels an hour earlier! (crickets)
This joke went over about as well as the one I made when dropping off the child at school latchkey this morning. Perhaps the extra earliness took away from the joke’s zing or perhaps it just wasn’t that funny, it matters not! We as a nation should feel outraged that collectively we were robbed of another hour! Stop taking our hours away!
I acknowledge that this practice of adding & subtracting sixty minutes twice annually was to somehow benefit the farming community (although I do not see how) but it is antiquated and should be discontinued! Moving the sunrise up and the sunset up in the short term changes nothing. The amount of work the farmers do is still the same! The rest of us poor schleps have to mentally deal with knowing that we are up an hour earlier with no real benefit. It’s madness I tell you!
OK it’s mostly just whining. This whole moving the clocks/time an hour does nothing to improve my status as a non-morning person. In fact, it probably cements it even more to the extent that I’m less of an early afternoon person based on my internal clock settings.
Moving forward (pun intended), write your global congressmen and women and demand an end to this silly practice of manipulating the clocks! We need every single hour in my estimation!
Everyone have a great Monday (as possible anyway) and talk to you soon!
As some of you may know, I recently returned from my belated honeymoon/vacation in Cancun, Mexico. The temperatures were fantastic and the beaches were the softest sand I’ve have ever tread upon. Add in the all-inclusive food and drinks within the resort and it was a pretty spiffy time.
I have returned from Cancun Mexico, where the temperatures were anywhere from 79 degrees in the evening/morning to about 87-88 at their apex during the days, to here in St Louis where the temperature this morning was 6 degrees and there are remnants of snow and ice all about. It is truly a wonder…and freezing!
Please check out my personal website via Google. If you can find that, all else will follow! Have a great week and let’s connect again soon!
P.S. When I wrote this and recorded my podcast I thought the date was March 5th when in this reality…it is only March 4th! Plus all temperatures above are in Fahrenheit, not Celsius like the temps are noted in Cancun!