Many moons ago, I somehow came across this video on YouTube titled The Simpsons vs Star Trek.
Well, a couple days ago on Boing Boing, there was a post about a [t]heremin cover of Gnarls Barkley, specifically, their song Crazy.
Here's the Gnarls Barkley Crazy Theremin Jam linked to in the Boing Boing post:
from The Ether and Aether Experiment [ooo6].
This got me looking around at other theremin videos…
from The Ether and Aether Experiment [ooo6].
from Chirorinmura.
I know that I have linked to Cyn's blog before (proof 1, proof 2, but I haven't actually spoken about it directly! Well, that changes here and now! You should all go take a look! She posts pictures on blog occasionally… some of the kids, some of nature type stuff, and some random other things that look neat through the lens. She also posts cute stories about the kids.
I grew up going hunting with my dad. All the times I went out with him, I never got a deer, but he got a few. Would I be able to pull the trigger and make the kill? Could I take the life of another being for whatever reason?
I recently took up hunting again. I'm not really sure why. I always enjoyed the time in the woods with my dad. Maybe I was trying to recapture some of that? I'm not sure. Whatever it was, I still didn't know if I could follow through with the kill. One day, I was in the woods with a buddy. He was up in a tree overlooking the field while I walked a path trying to find a good spot. I never did find the spot. As I was walking back toward my friend, I heard rustling in the trees ahead. I knelt down and waited. It got quiet. I stood and walked a few feet further along and knelt. Waiting. Two doe lept across the path. The buck was near. Still I waited.
There he is. Cautious. He stops at the slightest sound. The faintest smell. I raise my rifle for the shot. He's obscured by brush. I have no choice but to stand – certain that he'll be gone before I can recenter my scope. He's watching me. He knows the end is near. He faces it head on with no fear. He never turns his head away. Will I be able to pull the trigger? Before I have time to ask myself the question, it's done.
It wasn't a clean shot. Sure, the buck drops in his tracks, but it's not an instant kill. I feel a pang of guilt. But I promise him, if only in my mind, that his death will not be in vain. It doesn't last long. It's over soon enough. As I walk away, I see a second buck watching me. My rifle is already rechambered… just in case. But, no. The one lieing at my feet is more than enough. He will feed my family and I for the rest of the winter.
Later, as I recount the story to my buddy who is now helping me to dress the kill, he asks why I did not take the second deer. At the very least I could have given him to my friend. But, no. Pulling the trigger on the one that would feed me was hard enough. My friend would have to fend for himself.
Now, a year later, the meat from the kill is gone – consumed. It's time to re-enter the woods and refill the stores. Will I be able to pull trigger? I don't know. I won't know until it's just me and him.
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been to busy with other endeavours lately to bother with this silly little thing. Since I doubt too many people (i.e. none) actually read this thing o' mine, I shouldn't feel too guilty for taking some time off, huh?
Let me start by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas! Oh, shit, wait a minute. That's not politically correct any more. Sorry non-Christians.
Let's try again. Happy Holidays! Damn it! Holidays has its roots as holy days… that's not politically correct. Sorry atheists.
OK, so, I guess I shall wish everyone out there a safe and happy day. Pick a day. Any day. Crap. Sorry night shift workers. I am so insensitive!
Fine. I won't wish anyone a happy anything. My son just sneezed and I almost said "God bless you." I need to be careful about what I teach my children. They need to learn to be open-minded and inclusive of all beliefs… zombies, in a way. That's exactly what this world needs. Zombie children growing up without passion. Without a backbone strong enough to stand up against something that they feel is wrong or unjust. If they do, they will be labelled as racists, sexists, classists, or any other -ist that you can think of. We can't have that. No sirree. My children will accept as their own beliefs whatever the mass media has decided is appropriate for the rest of the world.
Yep, I'll love my zombie children no matter what. They can even eat my brains when the rest of the zombies rise up to take over the world.
Damn, damn, damn. I just realized how insensitive I was being to practitioners of vodun (aka voodoo). I should not have used zombie-ism in such a sarcastic manner. Mea culpa. Oh Christ (not him again)… I used Latin. That had to offend someone on either the European or African continent. You know… because of the way the Romans raped and pillaged their way to the dominant civilization a couple thousand years ago.
Let me stop now before I piss anyone else off.
Sorry everyone.
