Bird dressed in trousers…
INNER PEACE – If you can start the day without caffeine
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can conquer tension without medical help, If you can relax without alcohol,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs, Then You Are Probably The Family Dog
And you thought I was going to get all spiritual …
Handle every Stressful situation like a dog.
If you can’t eat it or play with it, piss on it and walk away.
(This passage originally came from my mail and before that came from a friend’s French Canadian friend. I claim no credit or anathema for it.)
During these days of depression, anger, helplessness, stagnation, paranoia, bickering, loneliness and stomach ulcers, I find myself thankful and appeciative of fellow bloggers and Word Press. Wherever I explore I seem to discover nuggets of blog postings. Love this one from iFunny.
Forgive me, I couldn’t resist this. Image by Jeffrey Zero via Unsplash. Did you never act out on an uncontrollable whim? Sorry for taking up your time…
As the Harper’s Magazine for September reports, “Online murder-for-hire advertisements seek to convey professionalism yet tend not to provide references up front…”
P.S. This was at the end of the Findings paragraph: “Psychopaths recommended harsher punishmengts for homicides, whether accidental or motivated by profit, but exhibit relative low concern about killing in general.”
Not mine–from gmail:
Anything accomplished today was brought to you by Chocolate.
Feeling down? Try Chocolate. Your frowny downs will soon leave town.*
*Results may vary. Complain to your friends before use. Side effects may include: delayed drowsiness, addiction, weight gain, tooth decay, and satiating waterfalls of happiness coursing through your bloodstream creating full body ecstasy.
“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. ‘Can I have a piece of pie’ he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”
– Jim Harrison
Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of primordial creation, swaggered drunk through the door at 6AM this morning as I was getting ready for work.
He does this every time he comes to visit – drinks pulque all night with his cousins in Queens, then comes to sleep it off on my couch.
When he wakes up he will eat an entire box of Pop-Tarts and drink all the orange juice. He’s just like that. Fun god to know, but lousy houseguest.
With all those snakes and war hammers and other cool god gear I can’t really say no, although my wife thinks I could just not…
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We’ve come to the conclusion that if we’re single at 40, we’ll marry each other-I mean, there’s no sexual attraction, but I dont see why we couldn’t be an asexual/watching countryfile together kind of partnership. She’s my safety wife, and, in all honesty, she’d probably last longer than a cat. There’d be no vet bills either, and I’d like to think she’d pay her way.