What Have We Learned So Far?

I realize I'm approaching an "anniversary" of sorts, my first official blooglie typings were in late August, 2008. 2 years, wow. Blink. I was completely kicking the coffee habit, and my temper was ready to type.


It's been fun, huh? Okay, maybe not fun, fun. Peculiar fun.

I'm stone-cold sober/decaffeinated, which can come across as "the schizophrenic old aunt, mumbling away in a corner".
I learned from that comment about my writing! How true, really. I'm split right down the middle, with where I live, and what I do. I'm a city worker, and I run away from it as soon as I can, every day. I crave quiet country. I've been very lucky to be able to enjoy our rental property. But even here, my one refuge from the madding crowd, has become haunted by a horse.


I hope we've learned something along the way, I sure have. How to insult people, without even trying.
Go OnLine, and talk about horses! Heck, you can upset, piss off, annoy, anger and downright infuriate some people, just with a few picks of the fingers. PoWeR, with a capital R. or GrrrRRRRrrr.

Watch this, for example...
I'm for humane treatment of ALL animals. I believe slaughter-bound animals have the same right to a dignified life as we do. I would love to see a truly humane slaughter method always implemented and always enforced, and humane care mandatory, for all animals. But until we start caring a little harder about them all, farm animals included, the anti-slaughter horsie set will just have to keep tsk-tsking.

sigh. Broken record, I'm skipping this part for a change.

I feel like getting funny.

Have you noticed that the most played TV/radio/media ads everywhere/anywhere are for any type of procreative act, or the prelude to said act, or the results of said act? Can we not understand that by letting procreation permeate us like the stink of a mephites mephites, we just keep getting dumber?

I mean, some old skinny broad walking around, playing a ukulele and singing about when she gets it, is kinda warped, don't you think? Especially for TV's PrimeTime! Is that what we want our daughters/nieces aspiring to?
Hasn't ANYone noticed the planet's getting a teensy smitch crowded?

I read a cool article in Discover, about how our brains are shrinking, which gives me hope that this large head of mine holds extra brain matter, as I obviously do need more just to function.

I liked the idea mentioned in the article, not held by all, that we are increasingly domesticated, just as we've domesticated our animals. Royal we, here, don't get your panties all bunched. We've become like the silver foxes that turned into collie dog types, just by selecting for the tamer ones. Tamer animals brains shrink. You need more brain matter when you're afraid for your life, is the logic behind this line of reasoning.

I mean, I don't LikE the idea, it just makes sense. Just look at how people drive, for heaven's sakes. All they seem to be thinking about is getting it/not getting it/looking around to see if they can get it/hell maybe even getting it while driving. I made that mistake once. I was YOUNGer. Good old Dick Hill. That's the town. The car was a VW Rabbit. Ironic, eh?

My eventual, murky point is, why do we even have to be told not to talk on the phone while driving?
The wonderful new law against cell phone use while operating vehicular machinery hasn't curtailed anybody, as far as I can tell. So, yeah, the fact that so many have no idea of the laws of physics, and yet are driving around, AnD yabbling to their friends, whom they'll see in a half hour, tightens my grip on the steering wheel. My hands are getting tired of it.

Isn't there anything else we could also be good at doing, besides virtual games, "partying" and procreation? Talk about aspiring to nowhere.

I dunno. I felt the same way in my youth. What was the big deal? I mean, okay, nice feelings yadayada, but, then you eventually/inevitably end up with kids. That's generally a bad thing in a teenager. Just sayin'. The movie Juno notwithstanding. LOVED that movie..
No surprise that we have animal over-population, when we seem to be breeding our own selves...
Never mind.

I guess I'm apologizing. (shuffles feet.) Not sure what for, but I'm sorry, anyway. It's a Canadian thing. if you feel funny, apologize. You probably aren't.

What does any of this have to do with horses?
Nothing. I'm just haunted, is all.