Foxxfyrre's Honk'n'Holl'r

Requiem for a Gentle Man

2012-01-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

It is a small town in British Columbia that is my Father's birth place. The picture really doesn't do the town justice for this photo, but the photo is taken halfway up another mountain directly south of the town. Fernie is unique, for it is the only town in North America that is completely surrounded by mountains from every direction. It is like the town and that winding, grassy green patch (which is the golf course) is at the bottom of a bowl and to see sky you really have to look up in any direction.

The year was 1968, and a young child started a trek across Canada. I was a city boy. Ottawa Ontario was all I knew back then. As we started the trek, my Dad did his best to describe our destination, for it was to become our new home. For the most part, the trip was quite flat and normal from a child's point of view. The Canadian Prairies is one vast sea of flowing grasses, be it wheat, barley, rye, alfalfa, or whatever was planted, and that view is only mottled by black, oil pump-jacks which greatly out numbered the trees. The first part of the trip, traveling across Ontario, is really different from the Prairie Provinces. Mileage-wise, it is the longer portion, but scenery wise there is much more to see. The northern lake-head route around Lake Superior is like traveling the coastline of any ocean, for all you can see is water at the horizon. More inland, there is maples, oak, chestnut, and many other trees that I couldn't name at the time (if you take the trip in the fall, the autumn foliage is just stunning). And trough this entire trip, my Father was simply trying to describe our destination to me.

None of the scenery or visuals that I had seen on this trip helped me imagine a town completely surrounded by mountains, and you could only get there by traveling across something called a 'pass' which led to a 'summit' that is the highest point of that 'pass'. Dad even described Fernie to me as being at the bottom of a bowl that was made out of mountains. But who was he trying to kid, not me! I was sharper than that. After going across three Prairie Provinces, and passing an 'Ocean' sized lake, I knew that it couldn't really be a bowl. If it was, you would have to go down the side of the bowl to get to the town, and not up through a pass as Dad would have me believe. And his bowl would have to hold water, for the amount of rain and snow that we get up here in Canada, there couldn't be a town at the 'bottom' for it would now be a lake as big as Superior, or even the Mediterranean Sea (I had just learned about the Mediterranean Sea in school that year). I even told him that he must be kidding me, and I was a keen 9 year old that just wouldn't be had. But he insisted on his description of the town. As we did get closer to Fernie, I did start to get a little uneasy for lack of any real comparisons that could help me make sense of his description.

Then the mountains started to form in the horizon, and my nervousness got a little more intense. Dad was getting more excited as we got closer to them. He would start naming mountains that were unique or special in some way. Then he told me about Turtle Mountain, or as the Native Indians from the area called it "Walking Mountain." I asked him why they called it Walking Mountain, and he told me of the local superstitions that Turtle Mountain is slowly moving and has been moving for hundreds of years. It moved so much that in 1903 part of the mountain broke apart and destroyed the small town of Frank Alberta.

"Frank Slide," he called it. So, one of the first sights that I do see is an immense rock slide that covers many square miles and destroyed a town that had the same name as me. Now, Fernie, the town at the bottom of a bowl of mountains was really starting to get me rattled.

"Now," Dad said. "We are really going to start heading up the pass. Crow's Nest pass is what its called. And just before we start heading up it, we will pass Crow's Nest Lake. Did I mention it was bottomless? Yes, a train derailed going around the lake, and they still haven't found it after many many divers tried to reach it."

His stories about the area just kept flowing. Even though I was only 9, I could tell that he really loved the area, and especially Fernie. He told be of the Lost Lemon Mine near Coleman Alberta, and the temperate tunnel just west of Fernie, which is a tunnel carved in the mountain that is about the length of two city blocks, but the weather can be different on either side of it. He told me of the Coal Creek Mining Disaster on Castle Mountain at Fernie's southern edge, where there was a huge coal mine that caught fire, and when he was younger you could see that mountain glow at night. He told me of the legend of the Ghost Rider, which now forms a shadow formation on Mount Hosmer that is clearly visible on Fernie's east side.

This shadow is clearly visible during sundown throughout the summer. The photos do not give this any justice, for it is amazing to watch form as the day draws to an end.

Dad continued his tales as we got closer, and I got more antsy. Then he dropped the big bomb, "Fernie was cursed by the Indian Cheif, and all of them happened. Fires, floods, and famine he cursed the town with." I knew Dad wasn't trying to scare me with all these tales of Fernie's rich history, for he was actually trying to share all that he knew of a town that he loved so much. He even went into detail of our families role in the founding of Fernie. My Great Uncle, Phillip Misisco and my Grand Father Francisco Sirianni played major roles in the town's founding.

Then we entered Fernie from the east side. I was pleased to find out that instead of falling down the side of a bowl, the mountains simply rose up and completely engulfed you in their beauty.

We made our home there for four years, and some of my best childhood memories occurred in that little town at the bottom of a mountain bowl. And Dad was right, all the mountains in the area seem to have their own personality, which he explained as "The Friendliest Mountains in the World." But one mountain always stood out to me, and that is Fernie Mountain itself.

It seems to flow right down into Fernie. I never knew why this mountain held me in so much awe until now. For this summer, Lola, my son, Jason, my daughter, Jodi, and son-in-law, George, with Grand Daughter. Lily in tow, my Mother and myself are making a trip to Fernie. Once there, the boys and myself are going on a hike up Fernie Mountain to a spot called the Moccasin. It is a spot two thirds up the mountain where trees do not seem to grow so it looks like a bare spot on the mountain. The Indians say that it is a footprint left by a great chief. That foot-print-like-look of that spot is why it's called the Moccasin and it looks right over the town of Fernie. That is the spot where I am spreading my Dad's Ashes.

William Forester Sirianni

Sept. 13, 1930 - Jan. 15 2012

Dad We're Going Home.

BlogBlast For Peace

2011-11-04T18:18:00.000-07:00

One Footfall,

Breaks a Path.

One Path,

Blazes a Trail.

One Trail,

Opens a Road.

One Road,

Forms a Highway.

One Highway,

Connects People.

Connected People,

Forms Understanding.

One Thought,

Becomes and Idea.

An Idea,

Develops a Concept.

A Concept,

Leads to a Vision.

A Vision,

Starts a Movement.

A Movement,

Forms a Paradigm.

A Paradigm,

Shifts People.

Shifted People,

Change Worlds.

A Sound,

Forms a Tone.

A Tone,

Becomes a Note.

Notes,

Write a Score.

Scores,

Form Music.

Music,

Transmits Feeling.

Feeling,

Changes Moods.

One Woman Stepped,

Formed a Path,

That's Blazing Trails,

On a Virtual Highway,

Connecting People,

With an Idea,

Now Paradigm,

Moving People,

Changing Worlds,

Instilling Understanding,

One Blog,

One Update,

One Tweet,

One Peace Globe,

At a Time.

For BlogBlast For Peace,

Is Music.

Thank You Mimi.

News Flash!

I think I found it.

I think I found the Great GrandDaddy of the first Cat Peace Blogger!

I just had to share this photo, mercy and tenderness can happen anywhere at any time.

BlogBlast4Peace #79: We, Robot

2011-08-29T22:57:00.001-07:00

Reason 79

We, Robot

Okay. I admit it, I'm a Sci-Fi nut. I especially like anything that has to do with robotics. I like all the robots, even the bad evil ones. A common motif in science fiction stories is to villainize a robot in order to examine and explore our own humanity. There's way too many examples in science fiction stories, TV shows, or even cartoons to go into here, but let's just say that I'm hooked hard-core.

One of my favorite authors that write robotic science fiction is Isaac Asimov. If you've seen the movie "I, Robot", it is loosely based on his "I, Robot" novel and series of short stories, you may be aware of the Three Laws of Robotics for it does explore those laws. If not, I've listed them farther down the post.

In his short stories, Isaac explores the dilemmas the robots can get into if they have been put in positions where they may break one or all of the laws. According to Wikipedia, there is a total of 29 explorations of this type through his stories. And thanks to Wiki, I have some titles I have to hunt down.

Isaac Asimov's Laws of Robotics

A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Of all the science fiction stories that I have read, or movies that I've seen, I have not seen or read any story which instills upon humans any type of formal laws such as those above for robots. So I took the liberty and wrote them myself.

Foxxfyrre's Laws of Humanics

Lex terrae et hominem: A human must respect and not harm the Earth and its environment or, through inaction, allow the Earth and its environment to come to harm.
Lex nihil noceat: A human must not injure or harm another human or, through inaction, allow a human to come to harm.
Lex quantum ad scientiam: A human must learn from other humans. If knowlege gained is in conflict with the first or second Law, it may not be actively or passively enacted upon.
De lege propriae exsistentiae: A human must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not directly conflict with the First Law, or aggressivly conflict with the Second Law.

What kind of world would we be living in if we followed these laws? The first law protects our little blue ball we live on, therefore preserving it for future generations. The second law simply means "Do no harm." Every doctor has taken an oath where do no harm is a central point. The third law respects knowledge, and the pursuit of pure science. Just because we know the science behind a Nuclear Bomb, doesn't mean we should make one. The fourth law may cause some debate, for many may think it does not allow for one to defend oneself. On the contrary, but it doesn't allow one to OVER defend oneself. Shoot first, ask questions later is in direct conflict with the law.

In an ideal world, could we live with those laws? I think so.

Could they instill peace in the world? Positively.

Could we live with them now? It would be nice.

Will we? There's always hope.

I'll leave you to ponder this a little. I know I will. Here is a little snippet from Wikipedia, which refers to an Isaac Asimov short story within the compilation novel "I, Robot" about his main character Dr.Susan Calvin--

The plot of "Evidence" revolves around the question of telling a human being apart from a robot constructed to appear human – Calvin reasons that if such an individual obeys the Three Laws he may be a robot or simply "a very good man". Another character then asks Calvin if robots are very different from human beings after all. She replies, "Worlds different. Robots are essentially decent."

TTFN

BlogBlast4Peace #80 Peeing on the Linoleum

2011-08-29T00:12:00.002-07:00

Reason #79
Peeing on the Linoleum

Lola and I went to her sister's place for a barbeque earlier today. Laughs, stories, and good food was shared by all. My niece, Tina, was also at the there, but her boyfriend, Pepper, couldn't make it. From what I gather he was also in a little hot water with Tina over earlier events of the day. Tina told Lola the story of why he was in hot water with her and when Tina finished her story she said, "He peed on the linoleum again." Of course, I giggled at this and Tina laughed at me. Tina explained to me that she uses that phrase whenever Pepper has erred. I had to asked how she came up with the phrase, for I haven't heard her use it before. So Tina explained that when they first started living together Pepper got up a little earlier than Tina and went into the kitchen. He was thirsty and noticed that they had run out of iced tea so he made some. He made it like a male would, he grabbed the iced tea crystals, poured in cold water into the jug, placed his hand over the top of the jug and shook vigorously. To his credit, he did shake the jug over the kitchen sink.

A little while later Tina got up and went into the kitchen and was also thirsty, so she went to the refrigerator first. She noticed the newly made iced tea and thanked Pepper for being so thoughtful to make some fresh, Jug in hand, Tina walked toward the kitchen cabinet to grab a glass, but noticed something peculiar and said to Pepper, "Why is the floor sticky?' Before he could answer Tina looked down at the floor and noticed a myriad of nearly dried iced tea droplets on the floor. She pressed further, "How exactly did you make the iced tea?"

Pepper told her step by step how he made the iced tea. Tina immediately schooled him in the proper steps to take and the proper instruments to use, namely. a long wooden spoon to mix the ingredients thoroughly.

Time passed. Then one day Pepper again got up earlier than Tina, and again there was no iced tea, so he made some.

When Tina got up, she was also thirsty and went and got some fresh iced tea, She went to grab a glass and noticed that there was no sticky floor this time and smiled to herself that the schooling must have worked. Nothing more was thought about it. Pepper left for work, and Tina decided she should also get ready and went to bathroom to have a shower. She pulled the curtain back and noticed that the walls and tub were covered with droplets of iced tea everywhere. Pepper still made the iced tea the man way, but thought that if he shook it over the bath tub, there would be no sticky drops on the floor. Tina was a little irked by this, but she also had to laugh. She thought to herself, "Teaching Pepper something is like paper training a little puppy. After time a puppy will get used to the idea of the paper, but will stand there with two front paws on the paper and still pee on the linoleum. You can't get mad at them, but you still have to correct them."

To this day, when Pepper does screw up even though there was an effort to improve from the previous similar situation, Tina calls it Peeing on the Linoleum.

Tina's Peeing on the Linoleum story got me thinking about the state of things, our governments, and the general unrest in the world. Has our governments gone about things the right way? Public opinion of everything that has happened in the Middle East, Afghanistan, and now Libya (just to name a few) has really dropped. Public opinion of NATO, a force that was designed not to fight, but keep peace where there is unrest, has waned. There's even mixed feelings about how Saddam and Bin Laden were finally dealt with. I'm not saying that these tyrants and despots didn't need to be ousted, I'm really asking if the approach our governments took was the right way to go about it, or have we become the puppies that miss the paper? Doing what is right the wrong way. Maybe it is through efforts like BlogBlast4Peace that we can teach each other, and learn from each other. Maybe all these thoughts and efforts from bloggers can reach our governments so they can stop Peeing on the Linoleum.

BlogBlast4Peace #80 Account Closed

2011-08-27T22:19:00.004-07:00

Reason 80

Account Closed!

How would you like a bank account that deposited $86,400.00 into your account every morning that you could spend anyway you would like for that day. There is no charges, no hidden fees, no interest or any other gimmick to get you to join and open an account. At the end of the business day, all unspent funds are removed from your account. If you don't use it today you lose it today. Then the next business day $86,400.00 is redeposited into your account to spend as you wish for that day. I know I would like an account like this, and I'm sure you probably would like one too. The funny thing is we all have this account and it is open 24/7/365 plus an additional day every four years. The currency this bank uses cannot be traded by any Forex Trading Markets, but is still just as valuable as any Dollar, Pound, Euro, Rupie, Zloty, or Yen. The standard unit currency in this bank is 1 second (1s), and the Bank of Day gives you 86,400s every day of your life. I have equated one dollar to one second above to give qualitative value to the second.

So you just recieved your 86,400s deposit into your account, now what are you going to do with it? Just remember, the end of every business day at the Bank of Day your account is emptied. Sure, we spend many of those seconds sleeping, but we need those to recharge our batteries. It's what we do with the balance of seconds that counts. Four hours couch potato-ing for the day is pretty expensive seconds with very little return.

Just in case you don't agree that there is a value to each second, just as there is a value to each dollar and that their worth can be measured and each can fluctuate--

How much is ONE YEAR worth to the university student that just failed core courses?

How much is ONE MONTH worth to the mother that just gave birth to her child prematurely?

How much is ONE WEEK worth to the editor of a weekly newpaper?

How much is ONE DAY worth to the weary traveller that has been rerouted due to airport closures?

How much is ONE HOUR worth to the young lovers that have to work late on DATE NIGHT? (HINT: Value for young love is minimum of double time)

How much is ONE MINUTE worth to the cardiac patient during surgery when his heart is stopped?

How much is ONE SECOND worth to the motorcyclist that just missed side-swiping another vehicle due to his quick reflexes?

How much is a SPLIT SECOND worth to an Olympic Skier?

The value of a second fluctuates and has value to the account holder. Initially every second has the same value, but it is how the account holder spends those seconds that creates the value higher or lower for each second spent or squandered. It is because of the value of each of these seconds, that we should not involve ourselves in conflicts, wars, uprisings and such. For every war we get into, it is literally going into the Bank of Day and closing someone else's account--many, many accounts.

We become the Bank of Day's auditors and shut down accounts at will. We can't do that in any other financial institution, so we shouldn't be able to close others accounts in the Bank Of Day either. When we strive for peace, and actively pursue it, we become the Tellers at the Bank of Day greeting everyone with a smile and saying,

"How can we help you today."

TTFN

BlogBlast4Peace #81 Colours

2011-08-27T05:02:00.001-07:00

Reason #81

Colours

The world is full of colour.

The Aquamarines,

The Yellows

The Greens

The Oranges

The Reds

And even the Whites

But nuclear winters wash all the colour away.

But Blogging4Peace

Can keep everyone in the Pink

TTFN

BlogBlast4Peace Reason 82: Love Letters

2011-08-21T21:37:00.000-07:00

Reason #82

Too many Love Letters

I'm dedicating a short story I wrote a few years back called Lixue and Salvatore to this years BlogBlast4Peace. Without including any spoilers, please pay close attention to dates in the story.

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Lixue and Salvatore

by Frank Sirianni

April 11, 1918

My Dearest Lixue,

Every day without you is agony. When I can close my eyes, all I see is you. When I wade through the trenches, gun and mortar fire all around me, I smell the sweet smell of lavender. A lavender that is you. I taste you, sweet as morning dew infused with honey. I taste you. Not one moment of this bloody war goes without the wanting, the yearning, the need for your caress. To touch you. To share a kiss, tasting our love.

They say this is the war to end all wars, Lord, I hope this is true. True and quick. For as soon as it is over, I'm not ever returning to England. I'm booking us passage to San Francisco, just as we talked about before I left Hong Kong to be in this damn battle. I can't bear to be away from you any longer. I don't have too much time to write you, the battle has been severe, but today the guns have slowed.

My Beautiful Snow,
Love and always,
Salvatore

May 27, 1918

My Salvatore My Love,

Every day is longer than the last. Without you, I'm empty inside. I worry everyday. But everyday I pray, I pray for your safe return. I return every full moon to the Pagodas of the 10,000 Buddhas and sit in the square just as we did so many months ago. Even though I am alone, you are there with me confirming our love, and melting my inner being. I can only imagine the hell you are going through, fighting some war that seems so distant.

The little news that we get of the war seems hopeful, Germany is showing signs of weakening. They say it is only a matter of time and Germany will surrender. I just pray that you stay safe and well till that time.

All my Heart
My savior
Lixue

June 9, 1918

My Dearest Lixue,

They pulled us out of the last battle only to move us to a more bloody fight. I lost two friends this week, both were just young men that would have had a whole life ahead of them if is wasn't for this bloody war. I keep hearing that the allies are gaining a stronghold and that Germany is weakening and ready to surrender, but it doesn't seem that way in the trenches. Each fight just seems bloodier, more vile. All I can think about is when this tour of duty is over, and being with you. Every day is more laborious than the last without you.

When we're one again
Salvatore

June 21 1918

My Salvatore,

It seems that everyday, lately, we hear more and more news about Germany's weakening stance. The war may be over soon, at least that's what the papers are reporting. You could be coming home anytime now, but when you do return, there will be a little surprise for you. We are going to have a child. I didn't tell you earlier because I thought it might distract you on the battlefield. But now that it seems that you'll be coming home soon, I just couldn't keep it from you any longer. I'm due in August, and the doctors say everything is fine and going on schedule. Maybe the war will be over in time for you to be here for the birth of your baby. I wish it were so.

All My Love,
Lixue

June 12, 1918

Dear Mrs. Lixue Sheppard

It is with our deepest heartfelt regret that we must inform you that your husband, Salvatore Sheppard was killed on the battle field June 11, 1918. I know it is of little consolation, but Salvatore died a hero to his troops, he fought with honor, he fought with conviction. Details of internment will follow in another communication.

Sincerest Condolences,
Lieutenant Major Richard Donner

November 15, 1934

Dear Lixie,

How are things in San Francisco, everything fine I hope? Your mother and father always had plans to go to San Francisco when the war was over. I've enclosed a few letters that I know that you are now ready to read. They are letters that your mother and father wrote to each other during the war. I've had them tucked away till I felt you were ready for them. Your mother gave them to me just before she passed away. She wanted me to give them to you so you could know them a little better, for you were just an infant when she passed. Your parents shared a true love, and from that love, I was blessed with raising the product of their love from bud to blossom. Take care Lixie, and through these letters may you see why we love and hold the memories of your parents with all our hearts. Enjoy your studies, I know you will do well, and don't forget to write...Often!

Keep in touch
Miss you much
Love
Auntie Ming

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Too many love letters. Too many. Sent to and from battlefields, sealed with kisses, scented with love. Too many, still being mailed, still being sealed from the heart with hope. Too many families broken forever. Too many soldiers that never knew the joy of fatherhood. Or even aware that they are to become fathers.

Too many.

Still happening.

TTFN

BlogBlast4Peace Reason 83: Right Now #2

2011-08-18T16:57:00.000-07:00

Reason #83

Right Now

At this moment

Young children all over the world

Are singing and dancing

Before they even realize

There is anything that isn’t music.

Let's hope

That they don't learn these

As their percussion instruments.

Peace

And make

WAR

Worldwide Amity Rapport

TTFN

BlogBlast4Peace Reason #84: Right Now. At this Momemt--Someone

2011-08-16T17:46:00.000-07:00

Reason #84

Right Now

At this Moment

Someone

Is enjoying a beautiful sunrise,

And at the precisely same moment

Somone

Is enjoying a surreal sunset.

Which is as deep as our differences in perspective should ever be.

Peace

and make

WAR

Worldwide Amity Rapport

TTFN

Declare WAR for Peace

2011-08-11T15:42:00.003-07:00

Blogblast4Peace Reason 85:

Declare WAR! for Peace

Yes, I said it, but it’s not what you think. My WAR is an acronym where "war" is a nasty business. To avoid any confusion, my WAR will be capitalized, and the nasty business word will be in small letters and in red. So what is WAR? As I said it’s an acronym, but also a little thought experiment. I’ll explain WAR one letter at a time (which seems to be an unintended motif to my peace posts so far).

First the W, which stands for Worldwide. I don’t think Worldwide needs any explanation for either word choice or meaning as to why it was chosen.

The A in WAR stands for Amity. Why I chose Amity? Well, the synonyms tell their own story, but the definition nailed it for me. Amity: friendship or harmony between individuals or groups.

Lastly, the R, which was my hardest to nail-down choice, stands for Rapport. Why did I finally choose Rapport? Because of one of its simple one word definitions -- Understanding.

WAR equals Worldwide Amity Rapport and is meant to instill Worldwide Friendship and Understanding which is the ultimate goal of anyone who hopes for Peace.

I’m not a word-smith by any means, but if a little thought experiment can turn war -- the absolute antonym of Peace -- into an acronym that becomes the definition and ultimate goal of Peace, then I know that Mimi’s Blogblast4Peace is declaring WAR, not war, for Peace. And as Mimi says about Blogblast4Peace, “One blog post at a time.”

TTFN

BlogBlast4Peace: Reasons 90 - 86

2011-08-05T22:36:00.000-07:00

PEACE

I'm going to look at this simple word peace, letter by letter (but not in any given order), to give my next five reasons to blog for peace.

Reason 90:

Is for

War is just too expensive. I don't mean the money taxpayers dole out every time there is a conflict, I mean the human price. It's just too large a price to pay. Military personnel, on either side of the conflict, killed or wounded. "Collateral damage" you know, the citizens caught up in conflict; women, children, elderly that have lost their lives or maimed for life. The veterans that suffer the ills of war and never retain a normal life after war. The families and friends of the lost. Everyone. Somehow, no matter who it, is pays a part of themselves to war.

Reason 89:

Is for

Earth

Yes, we have the technology to do it real damage. Let's just get it done. Force the big boys to drop the missiles on all those that don't agree with our views. Fall-out, schmall-out. We're smart and adaptable. We can bundle up and get through that nuke winter that the know-alls say will happen. Once it warms up, we will finally create that loving human society that shares the same views.

I mean really, lets get with the program. Even if the entire globe was conflict free, we are still at war with something, and that something is earth itself and we are the aggressors. We need to stop with all the bickering between ourselves and work to reverse the damage we have already done.

Can we reverse the damage? I hope so.

Reason 88:

Is for the

Children

If we don't stop paying those terrible prices, or start looking after our earth, what future lies ahead for them? It's a price they may have to pay.

Reason 87:

Is for

Eager (beavers).

And we should all be eager and industrious and committed to do our part to refuse to pay P, and look after E, so that C will have something for their future C's. They are our Grand C's after all.

Reason 86:

Is for:

If and only if,

we can be that eager beaver (E) and do something

about all the wonderful PEACE letters,

and I pray that we can.

BlogBlast4Peace: Reasons 99 - 91

2011-08-04T23:16:00.001-07:00

Peace is a simple and beautiful word that, unfortunately, we only focus on a single antonym. The antonym that gets the most attention is "war". I'm not creating a philosophical argument here for my readers, but I would like to address many, if not all, of the antonyms of peace. I would like to do it photographically, because if pictures are worth 1000 words, addressing the antonyms of peace in pictures is worth a small tome.

Peace noun

Synonyms:

Way too many to list for this post

Antonyms:

aggitation
disagreement
disharmony
distress
fighting
frustration
upset
war
worry

Reason I blog for Peace #99

Aggitation

As a recognized problem, Road Rage is possibly the most recent example of something that disrupts Peace as a whole, but it has also become a significant problem with many violent outcomes.

Reason I blog for Peace #98

Disagreement

Disagreements happen every day, every where, and for almost infinite reasons.
Many turn violent, many turn tragic, most resolve themselves quickly without dispute, but as this photo does illustrate, most disagreements can be resolved if one only listens closely. Yes, listening does hurt. It is quite painful when you feel that you know better or differently. Listening closely and with some empathy to another 'opinion' reaps more rewards than just becoming another small face on the back of a hand.

Reason I blog for Peace #97

Disharmony

And many more examples -- too many for this post, but all are important texts. All teach harmony, righteousness, PEACE, love, brotherhood. (Notice that they are all synonyms of Peace--that's why it's in capitol letters!) All are important writings that teach by telling stories, or in metaphor, or poetically. All have been interpreted to fit our own needs at any time for whatever purpose...

...think...

...Or...

...Just to show a few.

Instead of learning from the stories we would rather live out the horrors of the stories and say that we do so in His name or His name or His name or His...

"So let it be written. So let it be done."

It has all be written, it's time to learn.

Reason I blog for Peace #96

Distress

If you have ever been in the little boy that is covering his eyes shoes, you will know distress. Bullying, a rampant problem that just seems to persist and accelerate over time. Most victims of bullying simply internalize their troubles, some find real help, some seek small revenge, few lash out to the worst extreme. The latter make headlines. Tragedies that should, and could have been avoided. Bullying is quite a personal subject for me, for I fell victim to it for many of my grade school years. I learned to adapt with humor and I wielded that humor like a sword. If I wouldn't fight 'em, I could make 'em laugh. For me, it worked.

When the first Dona Nobis Pacem came about in November of 2006, I dedicated a story I wrote to Dona Nobis Pacem called "Little Tommy Tailor" about bullying. You can read it here.

Reason I blog for Peace #95

Fighting

All forms for whatever reason. Gang related, race related, youth related, or you-name-the-reason related, fighting ends up here.

Reason I blog for Peace #94

Frustration

We have often felt frustrated at times. I hope this kit helps. If you don't think frustration disrupts peace, think of all the victims of domestic violence (verbal or physical included).

Reason I blog for Peace #93

Upset

See Frustration above.

Reason I blog for Peace #92

WAR

(Imagine Picture Here)

For if we can't stop the global conflicts, there will be nothing left to take a picture of.

Reason I blog for Peace #91

Worry

There is a reason, besides alphabetical, that I put worry as the last of the antonyms for peace. The reason, I feel, is that if we cant look after and solve any of the first antonyms for peace, they all lead to WAR. War in the home, war in our schools, war on our streets, war on our homelands, war globally.

100 Reasons to Blogblast4Peace: My Reason #1

2011-07-28T21:36:00.000-07:00

I blog for peace for many reasons, although sparingly now because of time constraints and obligations.
First, it is a wonderful and inspired idea.

Second, and what's probably a better question, is what "Hooked me on Blogblast for Peace?" The answer is a remarkable person who put her all into something, a person whom I came to respect and appreciate just from her writings. The absolute clincher, though, was an evening I spent helping Mimi with the first full Blogblast.
It was mystical, fully spiritual, and awe inspiring.
Weird and wonderful things happened that night, and no matter how much caffeine that was consumed, or how tired one became, the evening flowed with its own electricity, power, energy, ether, or whatever you want to call the driving force that kept us going that night. I prefer to call it "mystical synchronicity" for as Mimi can confirm, many things occurred that night that cannot be just coincidence. My Lovely Lola was right by my side the entire evening helping me with categorizing Peace globes, and she can confirm, it was magical.

One internet connection with over two thousand miles between two bloggers working furiously to keep up with the incoming globes, and a thought would come over one of us. Thought turned into quick email. Quick email turned into tingles and goosebumps all over. Mystical Synchronicity? It's real and is generated by Dona Nobis Pacem. So not only am I on board with Blogblast for Peace, but I am a firm believer in its inherent power.

TTFN

Shazaam!

2011-05-13T17:19:00.005-07:00

A magician worked on a cruise ship.

The audience was different each week so the magician did the same tricks over and over again.

There was only one problem: The captain's parrot saw the shows each week and began to understand how the Magician did every trick.

Once he understood, he started shouting in the middle of the show, "Look, It’s not the same hat!" or, "Look, he's hiding the flowers under the table!" Or "Hey, why are all the cards the ace of spades?"

The magician was furious but couldn't do anything. It was, after all, the Captain's' parrot.

Then one stormy night on the Pacific, the ship unfortunately sank, drowning almost all who were on board. The magician luckily found himself on a piece of wood floating in the middle of the sea, as fate would have it ... with the parrot.

They stared at each other with hatred, but did not utter a word.

This went on for a day...

And then 2 days.

And then 3 days...

Finally on the 4th day, the parrot could not hold back any longer and said...

"OK, I give up. Where's the fuckin' ship?"

The Queens Meme #76 The Prissy Meme

2011-04-01T18:34:00.002-07:00

Mimi Lenox, the Meme Queen of the Bloggosphere, addresses the Bloggiverse every week with a Royal Order to answer themed questions. The topics of each week is a guarded secret and the command will not be given until the Royal Seal has been broken. Keep in mind, ignoring the Royal command may end you up in the Dungeon of Bloggingham, and the key to the cell is always thrown away. It takes special determination to work yourself out of the dungeon, which is guarded by her Loyal Beagle named Homer.

This week, because I'm trying to gain enough attention to work my way out of solitary confinement I am playing. It is Queen's Meme #76 and it is called:

The Prissy Meme

1. What is your favourite lipstick colour and why?

Purple plum.

They're just so juicy looking.

2. How long does it take you to get ready to go to work in the morning?

4 min 28 seconds. that gives me enough time to put a cup of water in the microwave to heat it for 32 seconds so the cup is just right. Then the coffee is ready and completely brewed. Dump the water and pour that flavourful beverage and enjoy. After that I have all morning to think about going to work.

3. Do you have your nails professionally done? Mani? Pedi?

Reni-- allways hire a professional Otherwise, I would have to worry about the nail I bent, and the thumb nail the doctor says I'm going to lose

4. Tell us about your latest spa experience - real or imagined.
When I was 21 I got paged to bring additional towels to the men's steam room. I left completely blinded, completely embarrassed, sweaty (very hot in there), and at this point I had never ever seen man boobs. Visual still hurts.

That's why I visualise this scene from Seinfeld when ever the man boob visual pops into my mind.

5. Is there something you'd like to change about your appearance? Would you ever have cosmetic surgery?

Yes, the invisibility factor. Electronic doors just don't see me and won't open most of the time.

6. How do you take care of your skin?

SOS pads, I think they are called Jets in the States. They get anything off. And they are blue, so that's why I think I wear blue very well

7. Tell us your secrets for vibrant, shiny, healthy-looking hair.

Four simple steps. Careful on how much eucalyptus you use, for a koala will sneak attack and diddle your leg..made that mistake. Koalas are much harder to get off you than an excited dog, for koalas do live in trees and know how to hang on to branches.

8. What is your favourite fragrance?

Grande Marnier! Fresh oranges, hint of congac, touch of spice...simply heaven...Marinate in a fresh bowl of strawberries for 6 hours--orgasmic.

9. Everyone has a certain color they love to wear. What is yours?

Gamma from a universally inclusive perspective, locally bright blue.

10. Do you have ink?

I do like to draw lots so...
11. How would you describe your personal style?

Hypothetical, for they are working on a thesis as we speak.

2011 little oddities

2011-03-29T19:53:00.015-07:00

This year we experienced and are going to experience four unusual dates:

January 1, 2011

January 11, 2011

November 1, 2011

November 11, 2011

In modern numerical format, these translate to:

1/1/11

1/11/11

11/1/11

11/11/11

In that order.

Notice a patern?

Furthermore, every one of these dates is a specific holiday in Canada, and the USA.

Jan 1 - New Years day

Nov 1 - All Saints Day

November 11 - Rememberance day in Canada, Veterans Day in USA--

(and my 33 Anniversary--I hope I don't forget!)

But Jan 11 has 11 unofficial holidays dedicated to it in either Canada or USA or both:

National Clean Off Your Desk Day (I think I missed this one)
National Step in a Puddle and Splash Your Friend Day --(In Canada and Alaska it's called "Snowball fight")
Use More of Your Mind Day (Okay, I'll go for 11% today)
Giant Day (A left over from Roman Times. The Centaurs are really pissed about this one. Cyclops are kinda ticked too)
Banana Boat Day (Day oh! Ta day ay ay oh! Daylight come...Usually celebrated after Holiday #2 and #11 in that order)
Art Deco Festival (Huge in Florida)
Pharmacists Day (Every Druggist has his day)
Send a Dollar to the Treasury Day (But we won't)
Smoking May Be Hazardous To Your Health Day (The only holiday that's such a drag)
Golden Globe Awards (Not really an unofficial holiday, but what would the Oscars be without them?)
National Hot Toddy Day (Canada, Northern States and Alaska only. I celebrate NHTD religiously!! Especially after I win the Snowball Fight! Day Oh, Ta day ay ay oh...Daylight already?)

But that's not all 2011 has to offer us... take the last two digits of the year in which you were born; now add the age you will be this year, and the result will be 111 for everyone!
For example - Harry was born in 1957, and 57 + 54 = 111
(note: for this to work you have to be older than 11 years old. If you are younger than 11, it will always add up to 11, funny isn't it)

This year October will have 5 Sundays, 5 Mondays and 5 Saturdays, which the last Monday is Halloween.
This happens only every 823 years.

Not a bad Year by the looks of things. Don't get me started on 2012 for that's another story.

ttfn

A Visual Blog Journey you might not have thought of doing.

2011-03-28T22:31:00.002-07:00

Even Dr. Evil missed this one.

Most of the bloggers that I am familiar with do use analytic tools to check on their blogs progress. Tools like Site Meter, MyBlogLog, Facebook, and Twitter just to mention a few. I'm not sure how many bloggers have thought of this idea, but I found it quite cool to do once in a while. Using Google, Bing or Yahoo image searches simply enter the name portion of your blog url as a search parameter. To clarify, I mean the portion of your blog url between the http:// and the .blogspot.com. (or what ever blog flavour you use). What you do end up with is a nice pictorial representation of your blog, but you get even more than that. You also get pictures from other bloggers that have referred to your blog in some way. Here's a screen shot of what I mean: (click for larger view)

If you really want a relly nice 3D wall to view the results, try using Cooliris:

The nice thing about doing this is that you see a full snapshot of your own blog, and as you scroll through the results you will see pictures that you swear you didn't post. Someone did post a picture and either backlinked or refered somewhere in their post something about your blog. It may even be from a blogger that you were completely unaware of and never saw their post because they didn't comment on your blog about it, or for some other reason.

I just thought I would share this little idea with everyone, because it's a nice little blog trip down memory lane for yourself. You might even be surprised to see new-to-you bloggers that you may have been completely unaware that they read your blog--let alone post something about your blog.

Another fun thing to do with google images is to enter the names of your favourite blog reads. Again it may be a trip down memory lane for you, and you might reread a few of your favorite posts that you may have forgotten about. You may also discover how your own blog has impacted some of your favourite blogs as well.

With Google, we're all interconnected.

TTFN

When Google Image Searches make you go HUH???

2011-03-27T19:39:00.005-07:00

As many of you know, I like to draw. I will draw just about anything that does come to mind, but one of my favourite topics to draw is the human form. I started with faces, but soon felt I needed to study the complete human anatomy, both male and female. I have never gone to an art school or taken any formal training in drawing, but I did buy a few books that I really do recommend if you want to learn to draw. I will provide titles of these books at the end of the post. To expand the depth that these books could provide, and much needed subject matter I deeded to draw from, Google Image search did provide a vast library of images that I could filter down and draw from. Going to a figure drawing class, or hiring models to draw from was completely out of my reach, both financially, and my work schedule does not permit joining an evening class, for most of my work is during evenings. Google Images was a treasure trove for me.

A typical search would be "figure art nude" or "life drawing, sketching" with google set to a moderate safe setting. I have no interest in drawing porn, or filtering though mountains of porn pictures to find one decent picture to draw, and the strict setting would miss most of the figurative pictures that I could choose from. I wanted tasteful art photos or drawings done by others in which to study from.

Google Images can be a funny beast. I'm sure most of you have tried a regular web search on any topic, and google returns with millions of hits in 0.24 seconds, but after you get past the first or second page of the search result, the result seems to be less accurate or not even relevant. So you have to refine your search, sometimes several times, until you reach a page of interest to you. Google images can be like that too, but at least it's visual, so you can see right away if your search missed the mark and you do not have to click on a link to go to a web page only to find it's not what you are looking for. Sometimes though, and I only mean sometimes, Google images will pop up with something that does make you scratch your head and go HUH? Sometimes it is because you mistyped your search, other times it's because Google is trying to get the best fit to your search. When you do go HUH? at the search results, sometime curiosity get the best of you and you have to go to that web page Sometimes these HUH?s are just plain funny, odd, or even wow factor to them. A few of these search results, I just can't help but share.

I was searching images for couples in embrace that I could draw from. Most of my drawings are individual, male or female. Drawing couples adds another dimension to figure drawing. Entering "Couple male female embrace passionate kiss" One picture that popped up just made me giggle.

Yes, this made me go HUH? But knowing now that this is a real piece of furniture, I wondered if it came with an instruction manual.

And sure enough it does. Sold separately of course. We never played Twister quite like that when I was younger.

On another search, I wanted to draw women with shapely, long legs. One picture that popped up, besides making me go HUH?, curiosity got me and I just had to go to the web site.

I just couldn't stop here, I had to see more.

Yes, there's a female chest of drawers too.

I wonder if Hooter's knows about this wine rack?

Now there's an interesting twist on the cup runneth over.

On another search, I was looking for a male subject to draw, so I entered male photo, and google offered male photo shoot as a search option.

Yes,iIt made me go HUH?, until I looked at the file name of the image,

"male-human-cannonball-In-a-helmet-preparing-to-shoot-out.jpg.

Sometimes Google, you take your search parameters a tad too literally.

But I am going to keep my eye on funny or weird google near misses.

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Here's a couple of drawing books that I do highly recomend.

This book really changed the way that I draw, and even go about drawing.

This is a great guide to start drawing the human figure.
Both books are available at any good book store or online.

History's Best Pickup Lines 2: The Pirate Edition

2011-03-24T23:40:00.003-07:00

Continuing my journey through history's best and worst pick-up lines, I present you the Pirate edition. Those swashbuckling days must have been fun, yet filled with thrill and danger. But it seems to me, that even the pirates of those days would have inevitably been hit port side by the sting of the put-down line. The Pirate's pick-up lines are in normal text, and the put-down responses are in red text.

1. I must be huntin' treasure, 'cause I'm diggin' yer
chest.

And this bank won't be opened for just any boob.

2. Ya certainly put the shiver in me timber.

Ha, even your plank looks flaccid!

3.Is there an 'X' on the seat of your pants? Because it appears that
there's wond'rous booty buried underneath!

But you couldn't find your way to the treasure with map and compass.

(I think google images is broken. I typed in booty for my search and I did not find any pictures of pirate treasure. I'm not complaining mind you.)

4. Me skull and crossbones arn't the only thing I plan on raisin' tonight.

Sounds like you're running for office too. Another empty promise, for the only thing certain in life is death and taxes. At least your campaign banner is honest.

5. Do ya' mind if the parrot watches?

Hey now...

...You cracker, you brought 'er here.

6. Hey, sexy -- how about a Jolly Rogering?

Ya, you'd need a strong support to stop it from flappin in the wind.

7. See this hook? Variable speed with five alternate attachments.

So you'll be finished that rug in no time.

2.Do you have the latest copy of Windows 7 with cracked product
activation? (software pirates only)

NO thanks, I'll stick with Tux. I don't jump through Gates any more.

Cowboys 'n stuff

2011-03-24T17:43:00.000-07:00

Cowboy jokes and other stuff

I've been filtering through my email inbox for the past few days and I've been finding little treasures in there that I just have to share. Some of the jokes may be a little dated, but I do have a BIG inbox.

Many of you will remember that Cowboy movie that has changed everything. Yes, I mean that movie. Many cowboys now have to be very careful of the expressions that they have used since the early wild west days.

Yes, things will never be the same in the west again.

But there is a new movie coming out which I think I may take a gander at.

I'm sure, with a cast like that, that I'll be giving this movie a couple of thumbs up...Ahem. (Clearing throat, wiping brow)

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The Modern Cowboy and the Genie

(Yes, that is a cell phone he is using)

A modern day cowboy has spent many days crossing the
Texas plains without water. His horse has already died of thirst.
He's crawling through the sand, certain that he has breathed his
last breath, when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the
sand several yards ahead of him.He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers
what looks to be an old briefcase He opens it and out pops a genie. But this is no ordinary genie.
She is wearing a FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) ID badge and a
dull gray dress.There's a calculator in her pocketbook.She has a pencil tucked behind one ear.
Well, cowboy," says the genie.. "You know how I work....You have three wishes."
I'm not falling for this." said the cowboy... "I'm not going to trust a FEMA genie."
What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation, and it looks like
you're a goner anyway!" The cowboy thinks about this for a minute, and
decides that the genie is right.OK!, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plenty of food and drink."

***POOF***

The cowboy finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen,and he is surrounded with
jugs of wine and platters of delicacies. "O K, cowpoke, what's your second wish.?"
"My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams."

***POOF***

The cowboy finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.
"OK, cowpuncher, you have just one more wish.Better make it a good one!"
After thinking for a few minutes, the cowboy says..."I wish that no matter where I go,
beautiful women will want and need me."

***POOF***

He was turned into a tampon.

The moral of the story:
If the government offers you anything,there's going to be a string attached.

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And just so there is no confusion, the modern cowboy is using a cell phone...

And this is the particular model shown above. I just wanted to clarify this.

TTFN

Old Chinese Proverbs

2011-03-24T12:15:00.000-07:00

Confucius say,
"If you are in a book store and
cannot find the book for which you
search, you are obviously in the...

Confucius say,

Woman pilot who flies plane upside down...

...have crack up.

Confucius say,

Illegitimate baby born in back seat of car with standard transmission grow up to be ...

...Shifty Bastard!

Confucius say,

Man who lives in glass house...

...should change clothes in basement.

Confucius say,

Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways...

...is going to Bangkok.

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Three posts in under 24 hours, I must really have a funny bone to tickle.
TTFN

A real State of Emergency

2011-03-23T22:37:00.001-07:00

CONDOM EMERGENCY

The largest condom factory in the States burns down.

President Obama is awoken at 4 am by the telephone.

"Sorry to bother you at this hour, Sir, but there is an emergency!
I've just received word that the Durex factory in Washington has burned
to the ground. It is estimated that the entire USA supply of condoms
will be gone by the end of the week."

Obama: "Oh damn! The economy will never be able to cope with all
those unwanted babies. We'll be ruined. We'll have to ship some in fromMexico."

(Hmmm I guess he sleeps in his suit??)

Telephone voice says, "Bad idea... The Mexicans will have a field day with
this one. We'll be a laughing stock. What about Canada?"

Obama: "Okay, I'll call Stephen Harper and tell him we need five million
condoms, ten inches long and three inches thick. That way, they'll
continue to respect us as Americans."

Three days later, a delighted President Obama runs out to open the
first of the 10,000 boxes that had just arrived.

He finds five million condoms, 10 inches long and 3 inches thick, just as
requested
... all coloured with red maple leaves with small writing on each one:

I'm in soooo much trouble....

2011-03-23T14:41:00.001-07:00

...And it all started with an iPhone.

August was when my son celebrated his 26th birthday, and I got him an iPhone.

He just loved it. Who wouldn't?

I celebrated my birthday in November, and my wife made me very happy when she bought me an iPad.

I was thrilled.

My daughter's birthday was in September so I got her an iPod Touch.

She won't get off it now.

My wife celebrated her birthday in last week so I got her an iRon.

It was around then that the fight started......

What my wife failed to recognize is that the iRon can be integrated into the home network with the iWash, iCook and iClean.

This inevitably activates the iNag reminder service.

I should be out of the hospital by Thursday!

It's always good to share.

2011-03-10T19:30:00.003-07:00

It is alway good to share!

I have mentioned that I used to live with my grandparents, while my parents were away on assignment. These were truly special times for me. My grandparents were unique, at least for a five year old. My "Papa" was a retired civil lawyer, and my "Nannie" was strictly a house wife--although she ran the farm when they owned one, managed the household of 7 siblings. It didn't matter what was on her plate, breakfast was always ready, as was lunch and dinner. Laundry was completed sometime in the morning, for you always saw the clothesline filled at breakfast, and nothing was the same on the line. My grandfather would ring the bell from up in his bedroom at promptly 6:45 am, and not two minutes after the bell rang, my Nannie would be traipsing up the stairs with a tray fresh toast, marmalade and tea. This was before breakfast mind you, for that was served promptly at 7:30am. My Papa would come downstairs at 7:15 formally attired, yet he was retired. Together, they were the most loving couple that you could ever imagine, they truly admired each other. Even at 5 and 6 years old, I could see their eyes light up when they caught a glimpse of each other.

A strict household, I would say so, but not in a disciplinary way, more of a structured organised way. A different household, maybe my North American standards, yes, but my Nannie and Poppa were of Irish descent, born in England and relocated to Canada at very early ages. But they kept their customs and ran their household with such structure it would embarrass the Queen of England.

I really feel privileged knowing them as a couple, and especially for living with them for 3 years at such an early age. Later on, we did move back to Ottawa, and our house was only two blocks away from where my Nannie and Poppa were, so visiting was a daily routine for me. I was sixteen by that time, but I would never miss a day. Even if it was just to help Nannie go to the Dominion grocery store to get their daily needs. I miss those days too.

But, from the way I've described them above. I make it sound that it was so structured that there was no space for levity---furthest thing from the truth. Yes they were a polished couple. My Popa would never be caught without a suit and tie on, and my Nannie would wear a "house dress" underneath a full apron, and underneath that was a more appropriate dress in-case of company. That would be unless there were evening plans, then the above must removed and replace with formal attire, with enough time left not to leave anyone waiting. That's the way they were. But like I said, there was a very special item that they shared with each other, and that was humour. My Nannie was the joke teller--always clean--but cerebral, yet funny for its day. My Poppa was the practical joker, and tormentor. Nothing was funnier to him then pulling off the special practical joke--nothing harmful--and watch his eyes light up and twinkle when he new he got you. My Nannie would tell the punch line to her joke and finish with the most contagious giggle that you have ever heard. They were a pair.

It must be because they were of UK descent that they (especially Poppa) found this particularly funny. My Poppa was a public farter. He loved to fart At least, that's my impression. But he never ever would admit that he did it. He always had a scapegoat, and that was my poor Nannie. I can remember this clear as it happened yesterday, we were at a theatre and the movie playing was Bambie. They took me to the theatre whenever there was an appropriate children's show on.

In the very middle of the movie, at the most quietest moment in the theatre, my Poppa let the loudest one out. You would think that that would be the end of it, but no. My Poppa started to tsk his tongue in utter disgust and said quite loudly to my Nannie, "Dirty, dirty Diannorrah, shouldn't you stand up and shake yourself out."

My Nannie's name was Catherine, but he called her Kitty, unless she was the brunt of a fart joke.

We were in an elevator once. Now that really is closed quarters, and there were quite a few people in the elevator with us. He did it again, looked down at my Nannie and simply said, "Kitty, you should be ashamed of yourself."

Out for dinner in a restaurant, yes, my Poppa did it again. He didn't even flinch, but just said loudly of course, "Kitty, you keep that up and all the ships will go off course." It was a foggy night, but Ottawa is kind of land-locked.

This was my youth, and for some reason it is very special to me. The relationship that my grandparents had with each other, was beyond description. But, I think, their truly special tie to each other was they both had a very melded sense of humour.

PS. You would think that most people would be really disgusted by my Poppa's flatulence, but I never mentioned the killing stroke. After my Poppa just outed my Nannie for doing something she was completely innocent of, she would giggle uncontrollable as if it was a punch line that she just told. I did say that her laugh was contagious, but every time my Poppa would set this up, and Nannie started giggling, everyone would start laughing within earshot. The elevator scenario, everyone missed their floor for they were laughing, and that was back in the days where there still was elevator operators. He was in stitches giggling.

Just thought I'd share this, because as my Poppa used to say, "One can 'shiite themselves, but we fart others. It's called sharing."

TTFN

Dating Profiles version 101101Alpha

2011-02-24T14:45:00.003-07:00

Dating Profiles
Started by Mimi Lennox, still going strong with Bud Wiser, I am going to add my two cents to it. When I play this, I usually put my own spin, or theme to it. This week I think I will respond to the profiles with a little bit of Star Trek

1. Please don't judge me by my posted pic...better ones to come soon!!!

Get a hold of yourself Chekov, you're only 21.

2. Life isn't puppies, kittens, and rainbows all the time.

But Klingon's love doggy style.

3. My goal is to get back to me over this next year.

Captain, I think we've accomplished that mission.

4. I can find the good in anyone and feel like I am open and trusting.

Resistance is futile.

5. I give great massages.

I'm a Doctor not a magician.

6. Please drop me a line if you are interested in me or my cultural background.

I am operating at normal parameters.

7. When it comes right down to it, I enjoy putting a smile on someone's face.

And yes, I'm really this big.

8. I love the outdoors and being active. Loving sports and the outdoors is a plus.

And then I'm going to ram it right up your........

9. If you are looking to someone to grow older with, look no more.

Now you know what the "Q" stands for.

10. I appreciate and find the beauty in all seasons, though autumn is my favorite.

Not me, I hate turning orange.

Effing monotones, they sure have their issues.

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That's it for this weeks Dating Profiles. Will return with Pickup Lines through the Ages.