It seems by the spate of news -- that the old nemensis, LSD and other similar drugs may after prove to be useful in medicine to alleviate terminal end cancer and those who are alcohol abusers. After years of non-study because of their bad name with experimenters, again work is being done with these drugs to see if they are indeed worth developing. Well now. First, marijuana and now these hallucinogens. Better living indeed through chemistry.
Saw a cute idea on CoastToCoast -- the idea that a family of dinosaurs evolved into space going "grays" before us homo saps came of age. Dang, I wish I thought of it first! Would that explain the cattle mutilations?
The cat with the goalposts. How us sixty some old codgers feel about the progress of things. "Just when I get to the finish line, they move the goal posts." I think the expression says it all.
The exercise of kissing, deep kissing, is exactly that, exercise, involving many parts of the body interior, eyes, nose, adrenal glands, sex organs, stomach, pancreas, skin, circulatory system, heart and lungs. Wha-hoo?? Yes, dear, this granny is still kissing, thanks to my sweet boyfriend. It took me (sadly!) this long to realize the extent and amazing confluence of this activity.
P.S. endrophins and dopamine!
Did they ever get around to measuring how far our poles are tilting? More stuff to look up. Stay tuned.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
crosseyed zombie with blood on face
Perhaps maybe the morning paper blew up in your face with the news of latest disaster --- COFFEE!!!!
Been thinking again. Yow!
Poor tired people at NASA-JPL, following the rovers. Now they are telling us "Hey we didn't say there's Life on Mars!!!" and they're right. No hard conclusive science yet. I feel sorry for 'em sometimes, but hey, you gotta have the fun speculating, and we know there's no concrete proof yet, but its fun supposing.Its exhausting work, all this stuff on our neighboring planet, and credit should go to those doing the work.
Since I discovered science fiction at the age of 8 with 'Voyage Of The Space Beagle' by VanVogt, I have embraced (literally at a convention) Isaac Asimov, to StarTrek, to points beyond; Clarke, and just enjoyed the heck out of StarWars. I am, actually, at heart, pragmatic. I do realize one thing. We have to go. No choice. If we are to continue as a species, we gotta go.
We gotta choice? Oh tell me where?
I stopped believing in the mindless American Fable back in the 60's remember the 60's? Then is when I was brought up short in the fact that not all rich and powerful people are wise and good. The bottom line is truly power. Money is means to power, and we are an insecure species. That is our strength. To adapt, to change, to survive and often the most toys, wins. Great theory but not at the expense of our human tribe, people. Hold on! Inspect that tub before you throw the baby out with bathwater.
Too many good things have been tossed in that manner. It'd be wise to recycle.
We don't live in trees anymore, its not 'bombs away', without consequence. There is free will, and freedom, but there is also a limit. Your right to throw your arms about ends where my nose begins. Only in responsibility to others will we earn real freedom, and those who lose their 'lives' will find it. Republic is a state or nation in which all the citizens who vote have a voice in government. Now, here's where it gets cloudy. We all can vote, but we vote for an electorate. That one votes for the office. Our nation can be a republic, only if each and every voting citizen is willing to be responsible for the outcome. Actively responsible. Therein lies the rub.
We can't be free and lie about, pursuing selfish desires. We really have to earn them.
This is going to be an interesting year.;-}
Since I discovered science fiction at the age of 8 with 'Voyage Of The Space Beagle' by VanVogt, I have embraced (literally at a convention) Isaac Asimov, to StarTrek, to points beyond; Clarke, and just enjoyed the heck out of StarWars. I am, actually, at heart, pragmatic. I do realize one thing. We have to go. No choice. If we are to continue as a species, we gotta go.
We gotta choice? Oh tell me where?
I stopped believing in the mindless American Fable back in the 60's remember the 60's? Then is when I was brought up short in the fact that not all rich and powerful people are wise and good. The bottom line is truly power. Money is means to power, and we are an insecure species. That is our strength. To adapt, to change, to survive and often the most toys, wins. Great theory but not at the expense of our human tribe, people. Hold on! Inspect that tub before you throw the baby out with bathwater.
Too many good things have been tossed in that manner. It'd be wise to recycle.
We don't live in trees anymore, its not 'bombs away', without consequence. There is free will, and freedom, but there is also a limit. Your right to throw your arms about ends where my nose begins. Only in responsibility to others will we earn real freedom, and those who lose their 'lives' will find it. Republic is a state or nation in which all the citizens who vote have a voice in government. Now, here's where it gets cloudy. We all can vote, but we vote for an electorate. That one votes for the office. Our nation can be a republic, only if each and every voting citizen is willing to be responsible for the outcome. Actively responsible. Therein lies the rub.
We can't be free and lie about, pursuing selfish desires. We really have to earn them.
This is going to be an interesting year.;-}
Thursday, February 17, 2005
You don't wanna know what it took to get this picture in. Let's just say I tried chewing gum, walking, and stumbled over the keyboard when I patted my head. Anyway, the plea is out, so onward to something else. I hear they are laughing at bloggers now on the Daily Show on Comedy Central. Hmm, looks like I joined just at the right time. They were complaining at how we have nothing to go on except facts. Umm.
To those who 'bust their ass' getting those facts to us via Blogs, KUDOS! Long may you operate, dig, and needle the powers-that-be. (Y'all know who you are)
Me, I will rattle cages at times, but just with my own 'fact' mill. Like I posted before, take us semi-seriously. I may be earnest, but often a bit mistaken. Feel free to sort me out, a bad comment is better than none! (Five million tantrum throwers can't be wrong)
Parting shot across the bow -- What is there about Social Security they aren't telling us? Trust me, there is something!
To those who 'bust their ass' getting those facts to us via Blogs, KUDOS! Long may you operate, dig, and needle the powers-that-be. (Y'all know who you are)
Me, I will rattle cages at times, but just with my own 'fact' mill. Like I posted before, take us semi-seriously. I may be earnest, but often a bit mistaken. Feel free to sort me out, a bad comment is better than none! (Five million tantrum throwers can't be wrong)
Parting shot across the bow -- What is there about Social Security they aren't telling us? Trust me, there is something!
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Now it comes
I 'spose I should confess. I've written 3 novels. Yep. I now poise off highdive. I'm combing through the first one to correct errors, and grammar and all the rest of the snarlies that make publishers go 'eek!' and fling the ms (writerese for Manuscript) out the window. But Like newbie author-wanna-be's I hesitate. What comes first? the agent or the publisher? The novel is a apocolyptic story about a psychic who denies her gift as she considers it a curse. It is, in the sense that it compels her to tell people things they don't want to hear. Enter the bad guy who poisons the world through his breakfast cereal. He knows she's out there, and wants to find her, to annex her to him, or destroy her. I found it great to wipe out nearly 85% of the world population. (It's fantasy, people, fantasy, and the ending is good, solid, and compassionate.) Nice ending. Lots of humor. Lots of suspense. The hero is a heroine.
She's not drop-dead gorgeous, just like us regular folks except she's got this lil talent. The second novel is a sequel. The third is another slant on where the world is going, from the view of a reluctant anti-christ. He doesn't want the job, folks.
I got a trio! I've worked hard on these, Writ, rewrit, poured over, inspected and thrown out tons of verbiage. Now, I want these things to see the light of day. Sure I could publish on-line, but I do want recompense for nearly 20 years of writing. I could schlep these to writers conferences but that costs money, and I am on limited paltry income. If there be a kindred soul out there who could give me a leg up, I'm not proud. HELP?
Monday, February 14, 2005
I betcha
There is/was life on Mars. That would hold true of every inuitive flash learned men and women experience since written history. Jules Verne for instance. Just one. When a handful of various people come forth with ideas of what might be, and these 'guesses' all agree in many vital points, then you might think that the 'guesses' are a possibility. So far, all points from the Rovers and Orbiters have been hinting of water, water, everywhere on Mars, if only underground. Betcha.
The moons of Jupiter can be terraformed. Several have on it stuff we can use, water (again!) heat, gases --The only thing that might prove a challenge is the gravatational force of Jupiter itself, and oh by the way, water there too, so why not, floating-flying through those pockets wet life? Sorta like birdfishes? Like enormous gas bladders (no cracks now) enormous jellyfish types.
Then if there's a way of heating up Titan --
Yea, yea, I know. Don't crud up pristine planets! Or moons! But It'd be nice to go peek and perhaps even poke a bit, if we are careful. Knowing humans as I do, however, the inevitable will happen. If there is something out there that will generate wealth, the stampede will commence. The next moonshot will take shovels. Can McDonalds be far behind?
Well, the more things come, the more one can possibly imagine. We might just yet find the monolith on the moon!
The moons of Jupiter can be terraformed. Several have on it stuff we can use, water (again!) heat, gases --The only thing that might prove a challenge is the gravatational force of Jupiter itself, and oh by the way, water there too, so why not, floating-flying through those pockets wet life? Sorta like birdfishes? Like enormous gas bladders (no cracks now) enormous jellyfish types.
Then if there's a way of heating up Titan --
Yea, yea, I know. Don't crud up pristine planets! Or moons! But It'd be nice to go peek and perhaps even poke a bit, if we are careful. Knowing humans as I do, however, the inevitable will happen. If there is something out there that will generate wealth, the stampede will commence. The next moonshot will take shovels. Can McDonalds be far behind?
Well, the more things come, the more one can possibly imagine. We might just yet find the monolith on the moon!
Friday, February 11, 2005
Iapetus!!Dummy
Whew, mea culpa. I looked up spelling and also found out how to pronounce it. There. I usually spel purdy goot. Been flying around Saturn (via cyberspace, gotta love it) and realize Saturn has some really strange rocks going around it.
Bush is scaring the heck out of old people and borderline indigents. I'd rather he'd have the gov't subsidize artists and the unemployable-through-no-fault-of-their-own.
Make jobs. They do that anyway. Call them committees, and special offices. Basketweaving for America. Now hold on, I am one of those. See, I am one of those. Left handed, older, deaf, (but educated as hearing) artist and writer. I have worked at scrubbing floors, stocking shelves, baby-nannying, you name it. Mucked out horse stalls. Housesat. Assisted in spaying cats. You name it!!!! Worked in advertising! So I am really serious if they would create a special class of job-career that draws pay sorta like a comission thing. I don't belittle basketweaving. It's an art. The thing is, all are employed. All are producing. All are paid a LIVING wage for the area they live in.
How many 'empty' gov't jobs are there? Paid but they produce little if anything? Now one more. A Commission to hire the different and odd. Old and ugly. Any person who by some means -- puts them out of the marketable workforce. I have an equivalent of a PH.D! Yet, I'm unemployable and now, too old. (realistically). Boy I bet I get comments on this. Wahooo!
Bush is scaring the heck out of old people and borderline indigents. I'd rather he'd have the gov't subsidize artists and the unemployable-through-no-fault-of-their-own.
Make jobs. They do that anyway. Call them committees, and special offices. Basketweaving for America. Now hold on, I am one of those. See, I am one of those. Left handed, older, deaf, (but educated as hearing) artist and writer. I have worked at scrubbing floors, stocking shelves, baby-nannying, you name it. Mucked out horse stalls. Housesat. Assisted in spaying cats. You name it!!!! Worked in advertising! So I am really serious if they would create a special class of job-career that draws pay sorta like a comission thing. I don't belittle basketweaving. It's an art. The thing is, all are employed. All are producing. All are paid a LIVING wage for the area they live in.
How many 'empty' gov't jobs are there? Paid but they produce little if anything? Now one more. A Commission to hire the different and odd. Old and ugly. Any person who by some means -- puts them out of the marketable workforce. I have an equivalent of a PH.D! Yet, I'm unemployable and now, too old. (realistically). Boy I bet I get comments on this. Wahooo!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Merrily we roll along
Regarding recent space news: HOLY IEPETEUS!! Now that is some rock.
The more things we discover, the weirder and yet oddly similar it all is. If we were back in the time of Jules Verne, naturally the stories he told were outlandishly impossible. LIES! LIES! Well, such "liars" are living today, and his first name is Arthur. Just got the year wrong, that's all.
So the Prince is going to Take His Consort. Fine. About time. That poor family. Been slightly nuts for years. You'd be too if you lived in that fishbowl in England. Diana we all just loved, but -- if Cammie wants her Prince, she should have him. Blessings! There is always VIAGRA!
That does Rock and Roll, I think.
Has anyone figured out what Bush is doing?
The more things we discover, the weirder and yet oddly similar it all is. If we were back in the time of Jules Verne, naturally the stories he told were outlandishly impossible. LIES! LIES! Well, such "liars" are living today, and his first name is Arthur. Just got the year wrong, that's all.
So the Prince is going to Take His Consort. Fine. About time. That poor family. Been slightly nuts for years. You'd be too if you lived in that fishbowl in England. Diana we all just loved, but -- if Cammie wants her Prince, she should have him. Blessings! There is always VIAGRA!
That does Rock and Roll, I think.
Has anyone figured out what Bush is doing?
Wednesday, already
It did. (Snow) Yay. Melting now. I am continually amazed by people who A) don't believe we went to the moon, B) Don't believe in Darwin's Theory of Evolution, and C) Refuse to consider that the Earth and Creation is more than 4000 years old. Such people believe it is unsafe to entertain possibilities. Whipping this old and hackneyed horse should be unnecessary, but voila, it is alive, ALIVE! These are the same people who turn on a signal for a turn in traffic as they execute it.
Media. A means of communication by means of various waves, sound, light, or by means of print. It is nearly universal, all you need is a receiver and a supplier. Events that happen are noted and broadcast as they happen, with commentators providing color and speculation. Instantaneous happenings. This is a thing that is new, within the last century, it started and grew to its present size. Now we know all the bad news as soon as it materializes, where before media, we did not. Ignorance was often indeed bliss, if inconvenient. There have always been war, catacylsm, Death, pestilence, flood, and earthquake. This planet is often a dangerous place for those living on it. If we would prophesy Doomsday, we would be correct. Somewhere on this lil blue marble in space, on ANY day, there is doomsday for someone. A bunch of someones, maybe even a whole area involving several regions. This is not something new. Or different. But now we know of it, from all over the planet, because of media.
So, what? Relax! Enjoy your life! Do what you can and don't worry about the rest. Wow! It's 4 days until Valentine's Day! Happy love day to you all!
Media. A means of communication by means of various waves, sound, light, or by means of print. It is nearly universal, all you need is a receiver and a supplier. Events that happen are noted and broadcast as they happen, with commentators providing color and speculation. Instantaneous happenings. This is a thing that is new, within the last century, it started and grew to its present size. Now we know all the bad news as soon as it materializes, where before media, we did not. Ignorance was often indeed bliss, if inconvenient. There have always been war, catacylsm, Death, pestilence, flood, and earthquake. This planet is often a dangerous place for those living on it. If we would prophesy Doomsday, we would be correct. Somewhere on this lil blue marble in space, on ANY day, there is doomsday for someone. A bunch of someones, maybe even a whole area involving several regions. This is not something new. Or different. But now we know of it, from all over the planet, because of media.
So, what? Relax! Enjoy your life! Do what you can and don't worry about the rest. Wow! It's 4 days until Valentine's Day! Happy love day to you all!
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Let It Snow (dangit)
After disgustingly gorgeous weather, Us'n's in Wild Wooley Wyoming are going to dip into the 30s again. Well, any one who wants to pipe water to this corner of my world, pipe away! People don't realize that this area is semi-desert. We import trees, grass and flowers but those are exotics around here. Need water!
Time to rattle cages. Religion and science are not opposite disciplines. The more you know in either one, the more one discovers that there is agreement. It is not good to limit GOD. We beings are comfortable in putting down limits, fences, walls, parcels according to what we can sense outside of our being. There are other worlds than these. Open a window!
Is February officially "depression" month? If March blows, can April cheer us on? It May! In olden times when bathing was considered a luxury, we bathed in June. That is why people married in June.
Time to rattle cages. Religion and science are not opposite disciplines. The more you know in either one, the more one discovers that there is agreement. It is not good to limit GOD. We beings are comfortable in putting down limits, fences, walls, parcels according to what we can sense outside of our being. There are other worlds than these. Open a window!
Is February officially "depression" month? If March blows, can April cheer us on? It May! In olden times when bathing was considered a luxury, we bathed in June. That is why people married in June.
Friday, February 04, 2005
laffin
I think she's got it!!!
While I'm at it, I think comedic relief is about the best I can do, jiminy!! All the brilliant bloggers!!! I have been reading around in other blogs and I'm blown away. I'm jes' me Opinionated grandma type who flies on her ol' pinions. I will anyway, so Hang on. Parachute optimal!
While I'm at it, I think comedic relief is about the best I can do, jiminy!! All the brilliant bloggers!!! I have been reading around in other blogs and I'm blown away. I'm jes' me Opinionated grandma type who flies on her ol' pinions. I will anyway, so Hang on. Parachute optimal!
Tussle!! Tussle!!
Ahhhhhh!!!! I'm still working on this, but I gotta sign off now. Patience! Patience!
I'm in the process of gettin' my drawings in.
I'm in the process of gettin' my drawings in.
I don't think so
The world is coming to an end, PlipHHFFF! like that. No it's not. There are going to be mega disasters, but if you look at history, we've had those. Even at the time of the Great Dying, some of life continued. It's quite possible we need a glorious weeding out. Our Mitochondrial DNA illustrates that at one time there were not so many of us to carry on the Homo Sap line. But carry on, we did. I think we got a coupla more tries at actually doing something with our race that's noteworthy before we're done. History crawls with stuff from all over. Archeology does the same, as Paleontology and all the other gosh-0logies. We ARE going to be in for some interesting times, and I for one, have no illusions. I think I will be a casualty. I'm dependant on medicine and bionic assistance. I require batteries. You don't need me around, save possibly for comic relief.
Are we going to be invaded by ET's? Well yes, and no. It might be a good thing. Sorry, Martha.
Animals can think. They can reason. They have aware lives. Anyone who has spent a decent time with a pet and has sensitivities above pond scum knows that. I daresay they even talk to one another, and to us, if we sit still long enough to learn. They have societies. Ask Jane Goodall. They even teach their young foreign languages. Ask Koko. One thing I have learned. Potty humor is universal.
I'll bet that if they figure out what makes cancer tick, we could harness that puppy to extend our livespans.
Everyone, please do one thing for yourselves. Spend a moment, close your eyes, and humbly thank your life spirit for existing. It's a great experience! That was the politically correct version. Otherwise, Thank God. And mean it. That's it for today.
Are we going to be invaded by ET's? Well yes, and no. It might be a good thing. Sorry, Martha.
Animals can think. They can reason. They have aware lives. Anyone who has spent a decent time with a pet and has sensitivities above pond scum knows that. I daresay they even talk to one another, and to us, if we sit still long enough to learn. They have societies. Ask Jane Goodall. They even teach their young foreign languages. Ask Koko. One thing I have learned. Potty humor is universal.
I'll bet that if they figure out what makes cancer tick, we could harness that puppy to extend our livespans.
Everyone, please do one thing for yourselves. Spend a moment, close your eyes, and humbly thank your life spirit for existing. It's a great experience! That was the politically correct version. Otherwise, Thank God. And mean it. That's it for today.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Well, FINALLY
Got posted. Great. Now to figger out how to do pics if you got Windows 95. Otherwise "HELLO" helps you. Don't tell me to upgrade. It costs money and I am one of those lousy wormets who have no money yet manage to finangle computers, and all that goes with it. A sum over $100 makes me sit and contemplate. Hmmm. Got any ideas?
P.S. I am a right-brained lass. I need information that a turnip can understand.
All of my action figures have had a conference. They decided not to worry about the Iraqi captive. "We've got plenty of clones."
Look it up section: seen that massive doses of salicylate might prove beneficial in treating type 2 diabetes.
P.S. I am a right-brained lass. I need information that a turnip can understand.
All of my action figures have had a conference. They decided not to worry about the Iraqi captive. "We've got plenty of clones."
Look it up section: seen that massive doses of salicylate might prove beneficial in treating type 2 diabetes.
The Mind Of Popo Knut
The Mind Of Popo Knut Still figuring this out. Don't mind me. I talk to myself a lot.
Lost In Cyberspace
Still working on this thing. Hmmm. If I post, why not read it on blog? I know. Another stupid newbie. Thought for the day: Wyoming might benefit from Global Warming if Yellowstone Park doesn't blow up in the meantime.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
There's a lot to check up on --
Doesn't pay to turn a thing on. The News isn't helpful, much -- the main message seems to be DOOM! Well, I have ideas about that, unfortunately not real popular . So I'm going to stick my neck out and holler anyway. If I was around during the burying of Pompeii, I'd'a said, "Don't just stand around wringing your hands and complaining, get in the boat and get away from the volcano!" Or -- if failing that, shucks, hug your best and dearest and tell them you love them. Death ain't gonna be that bad. There's a Book that says it isn't.
Complaining seems to be the best we can do. It can be entertaining. Standup comedians are great at it. I thought I might be one once but I'm not consistant. I love Mars. Every grain of sand. I thought Titan was great stuff. We need to go out. We need to get out of the yard and go explore down the street. The world of ours might not be around much longer, and I'm all for "Hey! Lets git! There's a BIG universe out there." Go. Go. We need to, anyway. It's getting crowded on this third rock from the sun.
I do want to say something though. It seems that JPL and NASA and such do not talk much about our need for gravity -- to go out there. Our hearts need gravity. Our bones. We need to develop artificial gravity on our space stations before we go scooting off to Mars. They doing something about that??
Now I leave you while I figger out how to get my drawings on this Blog. Later!
Complaining seems to be the best we can do. It can be entertaining. Standup comedians are great at it. I thought I might be one once but I'm not consistant. I love Mars. Every grain of sand. I thought Titan was great stuff. We need to go out. We need to get out of the yard and go explore down the street. The world of ours might not be around much longer, and I'm all for "Hey! Lets git! There's a BIG universe out there." Go. Go. We need to, anyway. It's getting crowded on this third rock from the sun.
I do want to say something though. It seems that JPL and NASA and such do not talk much about our need for gravity -- to go out there. Our hearts need gravity. Our bones. We need to develop artificial gravity on our space stations before we go scooting off to Mars. They doing something about that??
Now I leave you while I figger out how to get my drawings on this Blog. Later!
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