Plagierism

Ya know? I have been doing some thinking lately, along the lines of thoughts that a friend of mine once verbalized in his blog. His viewpoint, his outlook struck so many true chords in my psyche... I am going to post it here.

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Curious.

I'm supposed to be working, but I can't concentrate. My head is swimming. I can't find a salient thought to hold on to, rather, every moment that passes leads to another introspection. I'm not going to fight it anymore, just going to start typing, and try to find the bottom of the rabbit hole here.

A friend I talked to recently told me "you're so tall, and I love your blue eyes.."
Instead of the normal reaction, one of pride or conceit, I felt the opportunity, the burden to educate.

"I'm so tall, and you love my blue eyes. Can you tell me what I did to create these eyes? Did some hard work or righteousness in the eyes of god lead to my above average height, or my incredible ass? Or is it possibly that you are so trivial and petty that you look at people only with your own eyes?" It didn't take long to recognize the slow, low hum of ringtone.

I am made of the same cosmic matter as everything else. There is no compound within my body which is unique throughout the universe, and the same covalent bonds and crystalline lattice structures holding the rest of the universe together are here, also, on this planet, and yes, indeed, inside of me..

Things that matter, and things that don't…
Your exterior skin coloration, your body style, hair color... I liken it to a shopping bag..
When you go to the grocery store, you meander up and down the aisles, placing food, toiletries, etc in your cart.. these are the things that matter..

When you check out, you are given a means of transporting these goods, a transmission medium, if you will. A shopping bag.

You didn't go shopping for the shopping bag. You didn't choose it. But it's yours to take home, and do with as you please. Recycle it. Trash it. Burn it, it doesn't matter.

But the things that you purchased, the things that are delivered IN that shopping bag? They are the things that YOU chose. For the nourishment of your family, of yourself. The betterment (hopefully) of your life. These are the things that you desire, that you want, for yourself, your family. But the vessel? The medium, the device of transmission? These things do not matter on any level..

What matters to me, is a pure, true connection, a unity of thought and deed..

As Carl Jung puts it: The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is a reaction, both are transformed.

Another thing came to mind. When you take physics, you learn the Law of Conservation of Energy; that there is neither matter, nor energy created or destroyed in the universe, merely transferred. Using this logic, it's fair to assume:
The strength in us has always been.
The strength in us is in all things; people, planets, stars, gods..
All things are everything, and we are all made of the same cosmic matter...
We are organic, and we live in a time not only of injustice, but of un-just-ness. And it's up to each of us, on our own terms, to reclaim our birthright as sentient, powerful beings, to live together with others in accord, with peace, and with true, pure harmony. The blood that flows in our veins was once a star in some far-off, long extinct and forgotten galaxy.. We are eternal, and what we can become collectively far exceeds what we are individually.

I'm just sayin'.

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And I am agreeing..... for the most part

The Tooth Fairy is for the Birds

Man!

This tooth thing is such a pain in the ass. Where did I put it? Where did I leave it? Did I wash my jeans with my tooth in my pocket? If I did, can I fish it out of the washing machine? Will I drop it down the sink while washing it? Will I eat something sticky and have it come out?

So yesterday morning, I look for my tooth (where did I leave it, where did I put it?), and search the usual locations. Nada. I had this niggeling suspicion that I left it outside on the little bistro table I have on the deck. (I know, I know, what idiot would leave their tooth outside?) After wiping off all the counters, sweeping the floors, looking under the bed, fridge and stove with a flashlight, checking under the keyboard, looking in the medicine cabinet, on the nightstands, on the vanity etc, I came to the unhappy conclusion that I did indeed, leave it on the bistro table. Must have looked like a piece of corn (damn Piper), cuz I just KNOW a bird took it! I searched on the deck, under the deck, around the deck and no luck at all.

I really hope it hurts the bird to poo it out.

So, in total dismay and disgust, I decide that redneck arts and crafts dentistry is in order here, no other solution. Two grand to fix the damn thing is NOT possible right now.

So I go to the hardware store, wander around looking at all things ivory colored, while fending off the helpful clerks. (No you can't help me find anything). I mean what would I say? "I am looking for something to craft a missing tooth out of, what would you suggest? What do your other customers use?"

I found something in the plumbing dept. I have absolutely NO idea what it is, or what it is used for, but it was the approximate color, and the price was right. $1.29.

Beats the hell out of two grand!

So I took it home, and proceeded to whittle on it. I used my sewing scissors and a chisel. And you know what? I actually fashioned myself a passable fascimile of a tooth. It snaps into place, it is a tight fit, so it won't be falling out, I can chew with it, I can smile with it, I could maybe even kiss with it.... (OK, maybe TMI) SO much better than the alternative hole in the head.

All in all, I am rather pleased with myself. Not a permanent solution, but until my dental insurance kicks in and I sell the Vortex, it will have to do.

So bite me.

Get a Load of this JackAss!

So, I continue to play a tiny bit with the online dating thing...... the guy I went to the biker rally is really quite a fabulous person..... nice, nice guy. But I still get occasional hits online from others, because I haven't removed myself quite yet.....

So today I got this online message.... from a "new" dude, his profile says Denver, age 45, although he looks more like 60. Here it is....

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Hiiiiiiiiiiii,

You're sensational and beautiful to me and charming as well because you caught my attention and my whole self and I am so much attracted to you and I rfeally can not pinpoint what exactly captured me. But I hope I am also attracted to you because I'm handsome...Lol...Well I really would love to know you more better because you have just made me smile...{I love that I guess it is a good sign} I know GOD has a beautiful plans for me and I've been praying to him for that special and perfect woman who know if you might be here...lol. I love laughing alot...I hope you do not count on the distance nor the age because they do not matter to me, what really matters to me is how my heart moves and I follow my heart and whom ever it is attracted too..I would like to have a very serious conversation with you. If you're interested you can contact me on my private yahoo e-mail... dreammate08 /@/y/a/h/o/o/ dot com. We can also use the yahoo messenger to chat. This is my yahoo messenger ID {dreammate08}

I hope to hear back from you.A very big hug from,
Michael

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Well! Now isn't that special!!!!

Not willing to let such a sweet opportunity for ridicule slide by me, I sent him the following response....

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Ha!

Love the generic message...... obviously you really didn't read MY profile.... you must be on a fishing expedition. For what, I am not sure. Except that I am sure that I won't be biting.

Good luck

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JackAss.