Thursday, September 30, 2010

Seat Savers... *facepalm*

Ok ok, I know these are all over the world of Blogs but it's always to applaud them. Well, this entry is not gonna do that, so if they hold a soft place in your hearts, look away dear readers, look away!

These things have been around since I was a kid and more probably way before then. I am 27 years old. I saw these in joke shops and novelty stores for ALL of my life and they are just now becoming popular? WTF? Really? *facepalm*

Ok, seriously, these things are jokes, they were meant for just this purpose or to freak out your mom when left on an expensive couch...and they've become the "It" thing in the last few months? Really? I just don't get merchandise fads then, because this seems a little weird even for my mind to wrap around. And the fact that EVERY blog I read and some I just skim on accident have an article applauding the "genius" that is the seat savers just boggles me. Does no one remember just how OLD this gimic is?

I swear...sometimes I wonder if anyone actually pays attention to the things around them. Again, these have been around for years...why are they suddenly so popular?!

Ugh...I just gave myself a headache. *rubs head and wanders off for the little pills to make it all go away*


Ten Rules for Being Human...with comments

Found this on StumbleUpon just like the last post and again, I thought I would share. The comments follow the symbol ~ and will be in italic, those are my comments on Cherie Carter-Scott's work. Enjoy!

Ten Rules for Being Human

by Cherie Carter-Scott

1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.
~We've all had moments where we hate our bodies and moments where we feel so perfect in our skin, but few moments were we're just A little odd, don't you think?

2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life."
~And boy, what a messed up school it is...throws crap in your way right when you think it's all running smooth...

3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."
~And those that don't learn...well, let's just say they clean out the Gene Pool for the rest of us.

4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.
~And there will ALWAYS be another lesson...ugh...

5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.
~See comment above.

6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here."
~This is the whole "grass is greener" thing and it is so true. Read it, learn it, live it!

7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
~Something true but also something no one likes to admit to themselves...

8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
~I cannot agree with this more. Those that choose not to make the most of their life can only blame themselves...if they blame others they are either foolish or kidding themselves.

9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
~Take a moment to calm down, reconnect with yourselves, remember who you are and where you come'll help you get there, wherever you want to go or do.

10. You will forget all this.
~Ah...the human mind at only remember what you WANT to remember.

The Egg

I found this via StumbleUpon (love the site, lots of neat things pop up) and just wanted to share this with any who read my blog here.

It definately gives you a moment of pause and makes you least it did for me and I hope it does for you too.

(helloworld by meowza on Aviary)

The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The H.R. Giger Museum Bar

I've always been a huge fan of Giger's work, his art and the designs he's made for various movies has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. And now I hear there is a Bar located in Château St. Germain, Gruyères, Switzerland and I would absolutely love to go to it. Oh, if only money grew on trees, I'd be on a plane in a second!

Here is the site, though not much is on it besides Hours, Location and the pictures seen below. Even still, that's enough for me to want to go.

And here are some of the pictures from the site for your viewing pleasure.

Encounter with the Elderly

Alrighty, this post won't have pictures simply because I don't feel like adding them but also because I want to protect the identities of all involved. Ever since I got together with my husband he has told me of his Great Grandmother "Nana" and how crazy she is. His family has since told me many stories along the same line; this woman has apparently been nuts for a long time. But on Monday I got to meet her for the first time and...I honestly have to agree with them.

She is a 93 year old woman living in, honestly, one of the best Senior Centers I have seen (my mother used to work for a few when I was little and this one is far better in both attenants and cleanliness thank goodness.) but she is definately feeling her age. Apparently she's never really liked my husbands mother, who was with us when we went to see her. She is also blind as a bat. So when we got there and his mother tapped her on the shoulder, the first words out of her mouth were "I'm not sleeping!" Second words out of her mouth, to his mother, were "Where's my coffee? You crook, you stole my coffee, I'm calling the police!" Now this is where his mom said in her ear in a loud voice, her hearing aids were on the fritz, who she was. Nana then went in a surprised voice, "No kidding?!"

So mom was talking with her for a while, with me and the hubby standing by, and it was apparent that she's unfortunately getting Alzheimers. My own Great Gram also had it so I've seen the signs first hand and they sadden me. Though at times my own Gram was quite funny, as was his. Especially when she told his mom in a confidential tone "Don't go out at night, they'll give you nickels!" Now, his mom says she meant to say they'll take your nickels, but who "they" are and why they'd be concerned with giving or taking nickels is beyond all of us.

I know it sounds like I'm making fun and while it was funny it was also sad.

A long time ago people took care of their elders, but now our lives are so busy we don't have time to care for them properly and they go to Homes...where they sit and wait for visits until they pass on. This Home was one of the best I've seen but the poor woman, as crazy as she is, still looked so lonely as did a few of the others sitting in the common room. I never got to see my Great Gram when she was in the Home, my parents thought I should remember her as she was and not as how her age had affected her...and while I appreciate the thought to preserve my memory of her, I wish I could have seen her just once more before she died. So in an odd way, this visit was nerve wracking, saddenning and cathartic all at the same time.

But please, if any of you have relatives in Senior Homes, go see them, if only for a minute. It will make there day and possibly your's too.


Long time no see....and also... BOOKS!

Well my lovelies, it's been quite a while since my last post and for that I do apologize. Life it seems really does have a talented way of getting in the way. But I am back and as my welcome back post I bring you odd books I've found and truly want for my library if only for the sheer morbid curiosity they will bring to me and any guests I may have.

All of these I've found in my wanderings on the Net, pictures from Google.

Toilet Paper Origami By Linda Wright
Now, I love Origami but making something out of the paper used to wipe your bum? thank you. I'd rather scrape up the cash to buy actual origami paper.

The English: Are They Human? by G.J. Renier
Really? You actually had to question this in the 1930's? I just know this book will turn heads if it was sitting on a coffee table!

Dead Pet: Send Your Best Little Buddy Off in Style by Andrew Kirk, Jane Moseley
All I can say on this is WOW...kitten strapped to a rocket... *facepalm*

Bowl Better Using Self Hypnosis by Jack Heise
Somehow I really want to see someone do this...maybe if I get this book someone I know will want to try it and then we shall see if this works!

Bombproof Your Horse: Teach Your Horse to Be Confident, Obedient, and Safe No Matter What You Encounter by Rick Pelicano, Lauren Tjaden
I am sorry but I laughed my tookus off when I saw the title to this. I am all for training your horse for total obedience but seriously, couldn't they have just called it Training your Horse against all Encounters? You had to have the large type as Bombproof Your Horse? Bombproof? WIthout reading the rest of the title you're sure to think your poor horse is about to be used in the dang bomb squad or if you use this book you will now have a Horse Super Hero! Or at least that's what I thought, but then again I am a little odd.

Till next time all, have fun reading! By the way...all of these are avaible on Amazon, lol!