Why I Support Obama

Damn right. Obama on 2012.

Three Amazing Videos: Death, Waves, and Wisdom

This is post #800. Yay for me.


Franz Reichelt, an inventor and falling mustache, managed to kill himself by trying to use a parachute suit that he made out of sticks and what looks like the heaviest material he could find. Reichelt wanted (apparently very strongly) to develop a suit for aviators that would convert them into Batman and allow them to survive a fall should they be forced to leave their aircraft. Initial experiments conducted with dummies dropped from the fifth floor of his apartment building had been successful, but he was unable to replicate those early successes with any of his subsequent designs. So for reasons that are unclear to everyone, On 4 February 1912, he decided to test one of his suits himself, thus proving that it is possible to be too confident. Way too confident.

 

 Next, we have massive waves in Lake Superior, smacking Duluth, Minnesota. It's beautiful and awesome. Enough said.

 

 And finally, I say something intelligent.

 

Video Dispatch: Waitin' for Nancy with Annie

No Man is an Island - A Romantic Notion

'No Man is an Island' No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. Olde English Version No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. MEDITATION XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne

The Little Things

Impy, preparing for a night of blissful cuddling with the humans.

This morning I'm going to post a piece of music that is magnificent to my ears. I'm not particularly sophisticated when it comes to music, but I know that it can have a powerful effect on the humans. Recently, my uncle died and it has me thinking of death, and that I don't have much time left. The weight issues alone should have me in cardiac arrest within the next five years. The testicular cancer could have gotten me, as could have any of the surgeries I've had. Liver failure is always hanging out there, given the amount of medications I take. And the drug abuse earlier in life.

In the meantime, I'll listen to a lot of music and spend as much time as I can with by beloved Nancy. Sometimes it is difficult to put these things into words. Frankly, it often is. As Walt Whitman once said, “What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.” Or written.


My head is spinning from my morning medication, which includes Effexor and lamotrigine, along with levoxythyroxine. The epileptic seizures have increased a bit in the past few weeks. They continue to annoy. 


Last night, like most nights, Nancy and I, along with Annie, Ghost, and Impy all curled up next to each other and found warmth in each others paws and arms. I'm 39 years old, and I pretty much get what this life is about. It's mostly pain and awkward suffering. But at the moments when it's just Nancy and I, perhaps with our furry little children, it all doesn't seem so bad. 


And as I said, music is a fine thing, too.

Dogs Against Romney

An outstanding idea for a campaign against Romney. Frankly, anyone who would do what Mitt did has got to have a screw loose.

http://www.dogsagainstromney.com/

My Name is Annie, and I'm a member of Dogs Against Romney. Never forget, "Crate-Gate!"