Blogging, to take over the world.
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... )|
|'Order', the word which should be clearly heard; if there is no order, then 'typoo' would be an international language.
Plastic, plastic everywhere, even in the water which is used for the drink.
The drink has plastic in it, so it is told - even an island of plastic has formed - wonders if it has a name yet -
War and peace can be declared in a moment, fair enough, it takes time to get there, one needs peace to start with, then the peace is broken and war follows - all very quickly.
War is not all too easy to stop, it takes a while, the anatomy of war finds many a space on the shelves of the memory. The memory banks then may glorify or vilify the event - heroes will be born, villains will wallow in the mess of their minds, blood will flow - all for the sake of a cause; lost or not.
The war against Plastic should be declared ...
|E = mc2. An equation derived by the twentieth-century physicist Albert Einstein, in which E represents units of energy, m represents units of mass, and c2 is the speed of light squared, or multiplied by itself.
OR: as I have calculated -
E = Enything which needs to be done
= = a person or tool; not a person who is a tool; (could a tool be a person or vice versa?)
m = movements - which is GOYA (get off your armchair?)
c = Quickly; as in now, soon, yesterday.
2 = double time
This means I have way too much time on my hands to sit in my armchair and think of all the woes of this world of mine. Then still do nothing about it all.
Consider this as a work in progress.
Goes into procrastination mode which is - "I am thinking about it."
|the last of yesterday, the first of tomorrow, this is today.
A country in turmoil, in flux, in transformation, in crisis, in trouble ...
Or is it all off the world?
The news of the day shows a place which is not a happy place.
Or is it just those few isolated spots?
Even those few spots are way too many spots.
We wait, the new news may improve, maybe ...
|had a bit of rain,
the sun is shining,
the best of both -
can only be good
(A work in progress)
As a sideshow, a poem has jumped out of this mind, or something akin to poetry.
A short excursion was taken into the world of poetry - a world of another Universe where 42 is not the Answer, anything goes, and there are more laws and directives than in many Holy Books.
Mary had a little lamb ... this still haunts my mind, the thoughts which stirred, the images - let us leave this subject there.
Originally this poem was a simple sentence from a farmer to the general world at large.
This is how things start, small, innocent remarks!
|What will you do when you grow up, not in the years of your body, in the years of the mind ...
I stated this, and I was reminded of my elderly state (years, not usage - I'm in fair shape for a 102 - only, I am not there yet!)
When I grow up, there are many things I would do, working for a living will not be on the list.
Living on a deserted tropical desert island sounds fine, a massive multi-roomed house/castle type thing, air conditioning in all rooms, not too far from the supermarket and entertainment centers.
Tar roads every where, and green robots at all times, no speed traps, and no dogs on the roads.
This subject needs some serious thought, be back in a while, lunch called ...
Consider this a work in progress - be back soon ---
|Here I was explaining about Rammesses , Ramesis, and Nefrititi, and got a long, cold, hard look ~ oh, and do not forget Luxor and all that Nile thing.
To really complicate matters, the Hun was mentioned in passing, and 'the Great' which was displaced.
Do not test other peoples' sense of humour / humor, especially when they were rammed by said Ramesis the Ram. It wasn't funny, not then, not now - no; it was not!
The Frontis piece shows Ramesis the Hun with his new bell - (this image may be replaced in future).
At least now we will have fair warning: Beware Ye for whom the bell tolls!
|Sheep feature in my life, a small flock of about twenty ewes (yes, I can count, 'about' means the sheep come and go, breed, get sold, and so forth, we are not vegan) what is a person who eats almost everything in sight?
The leader of this flock is called a ram - no ram, no lambs. Rams are notorious about their ability to protect the flock, and with good reason, someone has to look at the safety matters whenever it is required.
Some rams will eventually become over zealous and butt everyone in sight. A few books have been written on this basis, even a few sayings and words of wisdom arise from this habit.
Young rams will spend hours trying to assert themselves in the flock, having bouts of butting seemingly all day long.
The Madam of the House decided to close the sheep in their pen, and for a moment looked away from the flock.
Rams have a habit of knowing when people look elsewhere ...
The damn ram rammed the Madam on the upper leg, throwing her off balance, she fell like a log on her shoulder.
Now we have a rammed M'am with a collar bone issue, a sling, a blue bum to boot.
The future of the ram is dark, and all 'cause the ram did what rams must do - only not to M'am
|"What are *your* goals for the new year? Think it over, write a letter and win big prizes!"
Thought about it; every one could do with a nice big prize, and all for the writing of a simple letter to Dear Me.
Now all what needs to be done is to get the system in operation.
Find Me; is the first step. (rather informal here, 'Me' is adequate)
Wonders where Me will be this time of day.
Note to self:
This is a process in progress, please be patient, you know the drill!
------ Somewhat later, actually, a lot later, like - a lot later.
"Dear Me ..."
"Can you not see I am buzy! And what is it with this 'Dear Me', what do you want, Mr Self?"
"There is a competition for important people like yourself, Sir Me."
"Now it is 'Sir Me'? What do you get out of this?"
"Me ... nothing, there is a big prize for you, should you win Dear Sir Me."
"And what do I have to do?"
"Enter an item on WDC Mr.Dear Me."
"When is the closing date Self, do I have to drag everything out of you?"
"Well, Sir, I mean Dear Mr. Me, tonight midnight, and only a short item on the plans concerning the writing program for this year."
"Are you out of of your mind Self, where is I, do you lot never do anything else except procrastinate?"
"Excuse Dear Me, what does 'procrastinate' mean.?
|Waiting for the development to be completed; to see a creature crawl out from its stage - be it a being of the crysalis, the pupa, or cocoon, maybe the winter coat to be discarded, whatever, the waiting period is now in the phase of spring.
Summer is running slow, Mother Nature seems to be on holiday, the green frock is still covered in the dust of the season past. Rain is washing the dirt away with the lazy effort of a char-lady with a case of the month end blues.
The animals seem more optimistic, baby antelope are seeing the light of day, these young are supposed to only arrive with the grass.
Grass is peeking out of its drought bed, some one wetted the bed, now it is time to get the grass out. The antelope follows the show and in turn, they too produce their offspring.
The farmer has waited as well, and now the plough is sent to do what ploughs do, soon the world will be green, and should the follow-up rains visit, all will be well ...
Christmas came and went, family, feasting, presents, and new socks!
A quiet X-mas - all ended well.
|Two months and three days later, things went on, there is much news or none, depending on what one would call news.
The BIG 50 came and went, a small family gathering with too much to feast on.
This was the wedding anniversary on the 14th July, the Official Opposition and the King (me) have managed to eat our way thru many a bag of salt without getting too sick of each other. It was close on a few occasions - still, here we are. The secret: quite simple, too many kids - I mean; who is going to tell the kids - what?
Then there was the Big Issue with the cattle, within a space of two days we lost five (5) fully grown cows. Three more had symptons, and fortunately recovered. What caused it is still a mystery. The Full Circus was involved, all except the Clown responsible for this drama, maybe he/she/it was there, one would not know for a while. Reminds me of Agatha's 10 Little Indians. Still searching since the 15th June, and the search is costing a pretty penny. A long story ...
Later more ... yes there is more -- Later, much later ...
12th August - no final answer yet, Pathology, Chemical, Fauna&Flora, everything; points to poisoning. Nature or man, the villian is still out there!