My Own Devices

When the cat’s away the mice will get some cleaning done, maybe listen to a bit of NPR and a few classical pieces, and be otherwise productive play.

Smokey 27 July 2015

Last week, Ginjuh over at Ginger’s Grocery admitted her somewhat guilty pleasures when left to her own devices.

This week, I’m in the same predicament – sort of.

K’s schedule and mine are off-synch for a few days; I’ll be at home while she’s at work.

Then, she may or may not go out of town most of the day Saturday.

I always start with best intentions:

Do the Laundry

Do the Dishes

Bake a Pie

Work on Lesson Plans

Get some Groceries

Inevitably I fall foul of my baser nature:

Eat All the Junk Food

Watch all the Netflix

Read all the Books

Really though, is this last one so bad?

MST3K shirt detail

Take this weekend; I already know how it will pan out.

She’ll leave early in the morning; I’ll get up with her.

When she leaves, I’ll sit down to do some lesson plans.

I might actually start planning after an hour or so – you know, once I’ve gotten caught up on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and WordPress and my email.

Around lunchtime I’ll go and get something to eat – most likely a Little Caesar’s Hot-N-Ready Pepperoni and a liter of Wal-Mart brand Ginger Ale.

Don’t judge me, I have a coupon for free breadsticks.

Little Caesars Mascot

However, I can’t exactly work on school stuff with all the grease around, right?

I’ll just watch something while I eat.

and watch

and watch

and watch

Until it’s time for supper, in which case hey, I have half a pizza left over from lunch; no sense in letting it go to waste.

But you know, all that awful junk food is starting to upset my stomach.

You know what I’d like about now? A milkshake.

And guess what? It’s after 8:00, so milkshakes are half-price at Sonic!

Shall I get my normal Banana Cream Pie or shall I be a bit more . . . adventurous?

Check back on Sunday to find out what happened!


 

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Monday Morning Grievance: Summer Colds

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

Monday Morning Grievances Logo 1

Colds are inconvenient at the best of times. We expect colds in winter; after all, they’re called colds, not hots. Somehow, colds seem worse in warm weather. I mean, come on already.

It’s 75 oF [ 24 oC]

I’ve just taken the hottest shower I can stand

I’m wearing two pairs of sweatpants, alpaca wool socks, a long-sleeved thermal running shirt, a sweatshirt, and a hoodie

I’m buried under 2 comforters and two blankets

I still can’t get warm

Making things even more intolerable, I’m technically on vacation.

Blargh

 


 

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Sunday Snapshots

As you might remember, my folks visited this week.

Saturday

 
They arrived Saturday afternoon and wanted to go out to dinner.

Mom chose Red Robin (Yum!); so we piled into the van and away we went.

Halfway there I realized I was still in my work shirt.

Luckily, Red Robin is attached to the mall, and one of the stores had a sale.

 

MST3K shirt detailHooray for MST3K!

 

Sunday

 
On the way out the door for Sunday church, Mom realized that Dad and I dressed very similarly:
 
Dad and Me on Sunday
 
As we were close to the beach, we visited Fort Macon and Atlantic Beach between the morning and evening services.
 
First up, Fort Macon:
 


 

As I wandered around looking for unique architectural details, I noticed something about the springer.
 


 

Then, it was on to the beach!

 And onto the beach, as it were.

 


 

That evening, we were back at church. What luck it was a fellowship night!
 


 

Monday

 

We went shopping for groceries to make apple pie.

 

 

Dad also cleaned our coffee pots. He did a good job, even if I did have to stop him from trying to take apart the Keurig.

 

Tuesday

 

We visited the Farmer’s Market and Tryon Palace

 

 

 

I made a Venison Roast, which I didn’t take a picture of; however, we did have apple pie and vanilla ice cream for desert:

 

Apple Pie and Vanilla Ice Cream
 

Wednesday

 

Mom and Dad left Wednesday morning, but not before we ate breakfast at Baker’s Kitchen

 

Mom and Dad at Baker's Kitchen
 

Thursday – Saturday

 
Soon after they left, I developed all the symptoms of a simply wonderful summer cold.

So, I used the time to catch up on my TBR:
 
Library Books July 31 2015
 


 

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Unnessary Deaths

This is not a normal post for me.

I’m actually talking about current events while they’re still current.

I’ve actually taken a stance on an issue – two of them, actually – and haven’t censored myself.

I haven’t included happy photographs; but, let’s face it: the topics at hand are disturbing.

Death seems to make headline news; let’s look at two of them:

Part One: Cecil the Lion

I must admit I didn’t know of Cecil the Lion until he was gone.

As a hunter, I respect laws and boundaries. For instance:

The first year I could hunt alone, a ten-point buck came within 50 yards of my stand. I raised my gun and placed the crosshairs over its heart and lungs. Yet, I did not squeeze the trigger. You see, he was standing on property I did not have permission to hunt on. Yes, it would have been easy to shoot and – if successful – drag him onto my side of the line. I knew where everyone was; no-one would know. But I would know, and I just couldn’t do it.

There appears to be universal moral outrage over Cecil’s  death. However, the outrage should be directed at the right people and at the right thing.

A casual scroll through #CecilTheLion on Twitter reveals numerous threats against the dentist “at fault.”

I hope someone hunts down that asshole dentist

– @VinchenzoMgic

If you pay $50000 to kill a lion. U deserve to be eaten by lion.

– @ShoutoutAfrica

Cecil was hunted, killed, skinned and beheaded for sport. The guy losing his job is NOTHING in comparison.

– @MeggieLouWalsh

I say “at fault” quotes intentionally, since many sources indicate he paid a fee for a legal hunt. If this is indeed the case, then the company he hired is at fault; a technicality observed by Zimbabwe itself.

Now, even though I hunt, I too am outraged over Cecil’s death; no-one denies he was killed on an asinine trophy hunt. Why shoot anything just for the sake of shooting it? If all one does with a kill is stuff it, who benefits other than the taxidermist?

Unfortunately, too many people confuse trophy hunting with actual necessary hunting. People like this:

Hunting is not a sport and never will be. It’s stupid, disgusting, borderline criminal, and quite frankly unfathomable.

– @SchulGolfer1

Let’s look at a few things, shall we?

First, most dictionaries that I consulted defined a sport as an activity involving physical exertion and skill. By those basic definitions, hunting is a sport. Let’s make a comparison to basketball:

Basketball players make their own shots and are responsible for executing their plays accurately.

Hunters take their own shots and are responsible for the accuracy of those shots.

Basketball teams employ managers to guide their teams to victory.

Hunters may employ guides to find the target of their hunt.

Managers have been known to be dishonest; is this the fault of those they manage?

No basketball teams wins every single game; otherwise, it would be called “winning.”

No hunter shoots something on every single hunt, otherwise it would be called “killing” or “shooting.”

I know some people do, in fact, call hunting by these names.

These people are wrong for reasons I’ll make clear in a moment.

Specifically, this moment:

Second, hunting serves several purposes:

Hunting provides food.

I harvested two deer last hunting season; therefore, K and I have not had to buy beef since last October.

In addition, this meat came much cheaper than store-bought meat; factoring in all possible costs associated with the harvesting and preparation of my venison, it worked out to $2.25 per pound.

Furthermore, this meat could be classified as free-range organic. I thought that was “in” now?

Hunting increases the odds of survival in less-than-ideal circumstances.

I am not a doomsayer, but it’s nice to have the confidence and knowledge to harvest, prepare, and preserve meat just in case.

Hunting decreases surplus populations.

Predators that prey on domesticated animals or humans need to be kept in check.

All animal groups have an ideal size; when too many animals are present, they actually become hungrier, more prone to disease, and generally worse off in general. Hunting helps preserve nature’s balance.

Third, I agree that hunting may be disgusting at times, especially when it comes to field dressing a kill. However, there are gorier things on Netflix. It’s just one of those things one gets over.

Fourth, how is hunting borderline criminal? One would have to make the case that animals deserve equal rights with humanity.

Fifth, countless centuries of human existence prove that hunting was not only fathomable, but downright necessary. I thought Paleo was another one of those “in” things; did I miss something?

By all means, be offended and speak out, but do so in an educated and informed way.

Part Two: Planned Parenthood

Not a death, per se. More along the lines of 330,000 annually. What’s the quote I’m looking for? Oh, here it is:

When one man dies it’s a tragedy. When thousands die it’s statistics.

– Joseph Stalin

Recently, several videos have gone viral. These videos claim to show Planned Parenthood representatives discussing the “going rate” for fetal tissue. The topic of abortions was discussed on the Diane Rehm Show, where I heard this:

Abortion is a natural and necessary service vital to women’s health.

Would someone please explain how abortion is natural?

Sex is natural.

Conception is a natural consequence of sex.

Birth is the natural conclusion of conception.

Abortion is decidedly unnatural in that it seeks to alter the body’s natural process.

By the same logic, I understand the reductio ad absurdum could be made that vaccinations, inoculations, and pretty much all of modern medicine could be called “unnatural.”

For the record, I am not against such procedures; they are designed to prolong human life.

Abortion specifically targets and terminates human life.

Not everyone will agree with me.

I remind you that not all of us think that any clump of cells with 46 chromosomes is “human” or “a baby”. I happen to believe it takes more than flesh to make something human.

– Utah Cornell

What then, makes a human?

When does life begin?

If not at conception, then when?!

The current mantra “My Body, My Choice” is all well and good, except for the fact it’s hypocritical.

Why is it “My Body, My Choice” when it comes to abortion, but not food?

Why is it “My Body, My Choice” when it comes to abortion, but not vaccination?

Why is it “My Body, My Choice” when it comes to abortion, but not healthcare in general?

If it were truly “My Body, My Choice,” we’d all accept the consequences of our actions and not expect others to foot the bill – any part of the bill – when things don’t go according to plan.

In Conclusion

You know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even when the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I told the press that 2,700 unborn children would be aborted, nobody panics. Because it’s all part of the plan. But when I say that one little old lion will die, well then everybody loses their minds!

Joker MemeYes, I stole this from Heath Ledger’s Joker in Christopher Nolan’s Dark Night.

He’s really quite the philosopher.

 


 

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Blogging 201: Hub, Buddy, & Poll Walk Into A Bar

Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, doesn’t it?

In reality, I’m catching up on three Blogging 201 assignments.

Make Your Blog a Hub

Create a page or section on your blog to display links to your online presence elsewhere, and make sure your other presences reflect the brand you’re developing on your blog.

Based on previous feedback, my Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram followers seem pleased.

If you aren’t following me, check me out!

[Seriously, check out those social media icons in the sidebar.]

Since it’s come up before, let me clarify that

The Facebook page is not my personal page. In addition to blog posts, I also share others’ blogs and various and sundry ephemera I find online.

The Twitter and Instagram feeds are my personal feeds and I don’t mind others following my adventures on those sites.

The Buddy System

Find a blogging buddy.

If appropriate, plan to publish guest posts on one another’s blogs.

Apparently, the duties of a Blogging Buddy can include any or all of the following:

Give Feedback

Promote Each Others’ Blogs & Posts

Provide Moral Support

Guest Post [When Appropriate and/or Invited]

So, who wants to be my Blogging Buddy?

Give ‘Em What They Want, II

Create a poll and/or a survey to collect feedback from your readers on your site and its content.

This one is easy: using the handy dandy poll I’ve created, select the type of posts you most enjoy.

Select all that apply!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up Close

I struggled with this week’s Up Close challenge. After all, my phone is my camera.

I wanted to take a picture of a sliced dragon’s egg cucumber; unfortunately, said cucumber could not be photographed.

So said the rules of Tryon Palace Historic Sites and Gardens:

Photography by visitors is permitted in the gardens and in the Pepsi Family Center, but not inside galleries or historic buildings.

So, I found myself drawn to my old standbys: my cat and bricks.

Smokey 27 July 2015Smokey: King & Lord High Master of All He Surveys from the Sunshine Spot on the Sofa


Moss Tryon Palace Brick DetailMoss on Another Brick in The Wall

 


 

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