Blogging, to take over the world.
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... )|
|The date is the 23rd, in another few weeks, a month and a bit, the year will be done.
Looks at the >>>[LIST]<<< and hopefully it will be shorter in the new year.
The World needs nothing from man, yet man owes the World, which we as mankind seem to forget.
There is much to be said, not much will be new news.
Time will tell ...
|A custom of way back, to congratulate, to celebrate, to announce a happening - a new addition to the family - at long last.
Now, normally a puppy would be an event of some joy, depending on the who, when, and why.
In this case, Madam Penguin (yes, a canine called such) eventually got round to the facts of life, and in her advanced age became a mother.
All is well, mother and puppy are doing well.
A cross miniature Doberman and Toy Pom. The less said, the better.
Update - 10/10/2018 @ 8pm
Complications set in, the mother was not as well as we thought.
There was a fetus still in her, and the vet removed it.
Sepsis may have set in, and she passed away.
Life goes on in her puppy, she will be missed.
Such is life ...
Requiem for a Life well lived:
Penguin for 12 years of always being there.
The Eclipse of the year came on as a spectacular show, it was a 'clear and calm night', as clear as daylight - almost. Only one minor issue marred the affair, it was a 'cold, clear and calm night' and the cold cut the visiting period short for me.
For those who did not see it, it is available at various internet sites dated 27th of July 2018.
Spring is in the air, babies are arriving, an antelope, a calf, lambs from Mary, Sue, even a set of twins from Ann, waiting for more --- soon the bugs and bees will abound.
Many more events planned for the rest of the year.
|@ 01H15 (or close to it) the Toy Pom started to have pups.
So the Father of the pups told me. He announced the happy affair loud and clear, so much so, the caretaker (author/me) was woken up to tend to the ... (what am I supposed to do?) affair.
All which was to be done, was already done - except the offering of congratulations. There - this is what is required - here; everyone ... have a dog biscuit, for we have puppies!
No, I have not counted them yet, the process is still in progress, and I am having a cuppa brew, the best English tea, or so the advert said.
Update will follow soon, now I must tend to affairs.
02H10 One pup, (black; questions will be asked, as Dad and Mom are both tan)
Oh, never looked, boy or girl?
07H00: one stillborn, tally stays at one.
|'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!