For New Cat Owners from a Cat Lover.

The difference between dogs and cats as revealed from their diary entrys...

Have a good weekend

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 PM - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 PM - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 PM - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.

Midgets and Lesbians

This post might anger you. It, like 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance', has little or nothing to do with either midgets or lesbians.

I was just watching a video on Spike TV of a police officer conducting a nighttime traffic stop and was reminded of a comment made to me once, "Things were better before they started hiring midgets and lesbians.".

The comment was made while we were watching a bar fight that had gotten out of hand and spilled into the street. A crowd had gathered, the police had been called and when we arrived the two officers needed assistance themselves. They did not have control of the two individuals engaged in the brawl, who were both quite a bit physically larger than the two uniformed officers dispatched to officiate. Bystanders stepped in to help.

In the video, a female officer of approximately 5'3" and 140lbs had stopped a man who would have been 6'2" and tipped the scales at maybe 280 or more. I may be wrong on my numbers but you get the idea of the imbalance.

The officer was attempting to get the man out of the car and into handcuffs. He was uncooperative, wouldn't be talked out and she was physically unable to pull him out so she introduced a taser into the situation.

A passerby, a big strapping young lad, offered the officer assistance, was told to step back and did. The man in the car wrestled away the taser and used it on the cop, twice. As more police arrived the passerby had already subdued the man, was himself wrestled to the ground by incoming officers.

Before you get all out of joint and label me sexist or start quoting Mark Twain about the size of the fight in the dog, I know "miniature" cops and girls in uniform too and respect them greatly.

They do a good job. This is simply an observation.

There was a time when the "Uniform" part of a police officer included being a male over 5'8" tall. I think at some time or in some places even facial hair was prohibited. When you called the police you knew exactly what to expect. You got the Officer in the picture. The Officer that could "beat up the bad guy" if he needed to and the bad guy knew it by just looking. Your minimum uniform expectation of service was met and the bad guy was intimidated.

There were no tasers, police were intimidating enough. Escalation of force was perceived as; cooperate or receive a beat down which you knew you would get. I was in my twenties before I had first hand knowledge of an officer drawing a gun. Any time a weapon be it stick, taser or gun is introduced into the situation it is available to all.

I am not advocating the reinstatement of archaic hiring policies but just like a stick-handler need an enforcer or a running back needs an offensive line, our Police are a team too. Maybe if the smaller officer in the video had a larger partner (or a partner at all) a taser would not have been drawn. Maybe if one (or both) of the first officers dispatched to a street fight at 3am had been selected from the team's "goon squad" it would have been different.

Who knows, but for the record..I love midgets..and lesbians too.

"The secret is to work less as individuals and more as a team. As a coach, I play not my eleven best, but my best eleven."
Knute Rockne

$19 Billion Later, Pentagon’s Best Bomb-Detector Is a Dog

http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2010/10/19-billion-later-pentagon-best-bomb-detector-is-a-dog/

Drones, metal detectors, chemical sniffers, and super spycams — forget ‘em. The leader of the Pentagon’s multibillion military task force to stop improvised bombs says there’s nothing in the U.S. arsenal for bomb detection more powerful than a dog’s nose.

Read More http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2010/10/19-billion-later-pentagon-best-bomb-detector-is-a-dog/#ixzz13Q1qbFu5

Three sides to his persona?

It seems that Williams took on the name Sovka from his stepfather from 1970 to some unspecified time before he was married. I wonder what significance that has in the way he signed these post-confession apology letters. To his wife, "Russ". To some victims "RW" and others "RS"? Like a train wreck I cannot take my eyes off this developing story.

The letters were written after Williams’ confession to police and released in court today.

The text is below:

Dearest Mary Elizabeth [Russell Williams' wife], I love you, sweet [illegible]. I am so very sorry for having hurt you like this. I know you’ll take good care of sweet Rosie. I love you, Russ.

Mrs. Lloyd, You won’t believe me, I know, but I am sorry for having taken your daughter from you. Jessica was a beautiful, gentle young woman, as you know. I know she loved you very much—she told me so, again and again. I can tell that she did not suspect that the end was coming. Jessica was happy because she believed she was going home. I know you have already had a lot of pain in your life. I am sorry to have caused you so much more. RW

Mr. Comeau, I am sorry for having taken your daughter, Marie-France Comeau from you. … I know you won’t be able to believe me, but it is true. Marie-France has been deeply missed by all that knew her. RS

Laurie, I am sorry for having hurt you the way I did. I really hope that the discussion we had has helped you turn your life around a bit. You seem like a bright woman who could do much better for herself. I do hope that you find a way to succeed. RS

[Name censored], I apologize for having traumatized you the way I did. No doubt you’ll rest a bit easier now that I’ve been caught. RS

October 20, 2010 – 2:12 pm

http://news.nationalpost.com/2010/10/20/russell-williams-wrote-letters-to-his-victims-families/

I hate FDA (Facebook Display of Affection). By Rev Run

You've all seen it and its gross. I might even go as far as to say it is worse than PDA. That is probably because my facebook news feed is bombarded with it.

I am talking about facebook display of affection.

Some examples

i love my hubby xo0oxo0x smooches 143 always and forever!!!!!!!!

Ok....if you are not married, then he is not your husband. Please stop referring to your boyfriend as hubby. You have a better chance of getting stuck by lightening than marrying that guy.

Also, how long have you even been dating? Do you even really know each other? Always and forever???....seriously?

Some others

"I have the best bf in the world!luckiest girl ever!!!!"

Well, if he is so great wouldn't the two of you be out doing something awesome instead of sitting at home trying to convince other people that you are happy in your relationship via facebook? And if you so lucky, why does your bf look like a douche bag in all of his pics??

hmmm...there's a thought...

how about "missing my baby : ("

wow you have a baby??? wait... no you don't. You are referring to your boyfriend as your child now.

Which is it? Hubby or Baby?....why can't he just be your friggen bf and why do you miss him all the time?

Where the eff is the hubby baby of yours?? And look how quickly you have lost your Independence!!!

When the guys do it, it is even worse

"love my girl bla bla bla"

Like ok pal....go get your balls back!

To all of you out there that are doing this....take a good hard look at your relationship. It seems as though you are putting a lot of effort into making sure that others think that you are really happy. In the end, happiness comes from within and once you truly find it, you will be too happy and busy to be plastering it all over facebook.

One Love,

Rev Run

Somebody Listened.

Eight days ago I posted a blog entry entitled 'They Aren't Listening' about my friend Lori's fast food nightmare and sent the story to Dairy Queen's corporate office in the US. I call it a nightmare because it was not the only occurrence, it had become a running joke and a bit of a crap shoot for her to get what she orders at that particular DQ.
Today I was sitting for coffee when Lori came in the door and told me a new story, this time it ended with her order being taken, read back, prepared and delivered 100% correctly. Even as we were talking about it, her phone rang, it was the Manager of the local Dairy Queen calling personally to apologize, hear her story and speak with her in person.

Even more than one Somebody listened.

Good Job, Dairy Queen Somebodies.

What are you going to do about your car in Five Years?

I am not for the protecting the status quo. It's not about women's rights, it's not about slavery, it's not about winning an argument and it's not about jobs. It's about extending the time we can be here, the quality of our lives while we are and advancing the science that will allow us to do so. When a respected Emeritus Professor, such as Hal Lewis resigns from the American Physical Society over it, that should be like a flag on the play.
Look at the Aptera, GE charging station technology, pedal powered rail pod commuting, hydrogen fuel cells, bio diesel. Realistic and Sustainable.
These technologies are on they way and a lot of those jobs are already online or coming online soon...but Al Gore has been targeting 5 years to ELIMINATE fossil fuels and petroleum products?!
Are you really ready, personally, to do what that takes?
Think carefully about that. I challenge you eliminate 100% of fossil fuels from your life in that time frame without making some pretty dramatic lifestyle changes. If you can stick with a plan that will get you there by 2015 I am truly impressed.
How do you dispose of your compact fluorescent bulbs? Did you know that they contain so much hazardous material that Environment Canada has a whole section of their website devoted to the HazMat procedures to follow if you break a CFL? Check it out someday...the procedure includes protective equipment and proper ventilation guidelines. What are you going to do about your car, how will you refrigerate your food, will you readily pay the taxes to complete the switch from coal and petroleum power generation to hydro...or is wind better..maybe solar or nuclear? We don't yet have a clear idea what to replace fossil fuels with. If you can see your life without fossil fuels within 5 years, my learned friend, you are far more accepting of change than the rest of North America. Frito Lay introduced a "fossil fuel" free chip bag for "Sun Chips" and discontinued it shortly after their Customers stopped buying them because the bags "made too much noise" and "crinkled too much". The depth with which fossil fuels have penetrated our lives is quite extensive. Plastics..foams..lubricants...fabrics...I am sure you are intelligent enough that I need not go on.
As for whether global warming exists or doesn't, how fast it's happening and whether humans are even capable of affecting it and the alarmist attitudes of gas guzzling hypocrites like Al Gore...remember that his "Documentary"(?), 'An Inconvenient Truth' in which he states the "Facts" of global warming, has been ruled against in Court as being scientifically Inaccurate on nine key points.
But maybe you're right. Maybe it is a moot point that doesn't matter and maybe there is no sense in debating it. Maybe we won't learn anything further. Personally I do not believe we have come to a standstill.

My point is, we do need to move forward to more sustainable options...I have been writing about it since 1979. But I feel we need to do so in an environmentally and socially responsible way, an educated way with a forward view...every battery and new will need to be disposed of someday too.
It's not what you advocate, what did you DO today for the environment?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQ1uH4y_IhU

I wanna read a book.

“I walked into the Regina Public Library. I was desparate and scared. I told this woman---‘you gotta help me’. She thought maybe I wandered in lost.”

“I said I wanna read a book. And you gotta help. I can’t read or write. This woman named Liz took me back to Grade 3. I was 40 and did 4 years of college but I was back in Grade 3.”

http://www.cfl.ca/article/moffat-price-is-right-in-canada

They Aren't Listening

Lori has become accustomed to having a double hamburger order arrive as a double cheeseburger so pulling up to the drive through window at the Sask Drive Dairy Queen, she asked for a "Double Hamburger...no cheese please... and a large fr...". She hadn't completed the word "fries" before she was interrupted by a voice from the speaker, "Do you want that in a combo?". She told the speaker that they could price it however they wanted and continued with her order, "I'd like a double hamburger, no cheese please, a large fries, regular Pepsi and a bowl of chili on the side please.
"Uh...Hold on a minute..." said the speaker punctuated by the click of a microphone being shut off.
Shortly a different voice came from the speaker, "Sorry for the wait...that'll be a double cheeseburger, large fries and a super sized drink?"
"No", Lori replied, "A double HAMBURGER. No cheese. Large fries, REGULAR drink and chili on the side please."
After a short pause the speaker apologized again, "Sorry, a double cheeseburger with no cheese, large fries, regular drink and chili?"
Essentially correct, although it would have been simpler and clearer to say "Double Hamburger" rather than the more cumbersome and confusing "Double Cheeseburger with no Cheese", so Lori said, "Yes.".
Transaction complete. Almost. Only to take delivery of the food now.
Lori can see through the window into the heart of the operation as the DQ operative puts her burger and fries into the bag and assembles it together with her drink, looks up and she sees through the glass his mouth form the words, "Where's the chili?" and then simply shrug.
Lori accepted the bag and the drink, quietly accepted the fact that the chili had been forgotten and went on her way only to find a little down the road that the Pepsi was all water and carbonation with no syrup.
Lori gave up. She poured the drink out, stopped at the convenience store, bought a bottle of pop and went home.

The chili? It was on the burger.

How do You Measure Success?

Born in another era, before the roaring 1920's on tiny Rhode Island, she lived there all her life with a few close friends. She became a wife until her beloved husband passed away, they had children, all who went on to be very successful professionals...one even won a trophy called the Grey Cup up in Canada once.
For her 93rd birthday, her children arranged a surprise party at her home in Rhode Island. All the kids were there and half a dozen of her childhood friends too...she was overwhelmed with joy and was overheard during the party, whispering ever so quietly to herself, "Thank You, Charlie I'll see you soon.".

The party ended she wished her family and friends good spirits and wealth, thanked them for coming with a welcome to return and bade them goodbye for the night.
Shortly after the party and with a clean bill of health she quietly passed away.

God Bless You Phil

Trent Reznor is torturing his cat to death.

I saw a video today of Trent Reznor ( of Nine Inch Nails) speaking on behalf of PETA against the fur trade. Later I looked at a bio of Trent Reznor and wondered if he knew their views on household pets.

"Pets: Female Golden Labrador Retriever 'Emmy Lou' Female Weimariner 'Daisy'
He has a dog named Daisy May, (this is actually the second one named Daisy; the first one jumped off from a balcony during The Downward Spiral Tour) and another dog named Ethyl. After daisy died, Trent sat in his trailor and would not come out for 3 days. :'(

Trent is allergic to cats and pollen, yet has a cat named Fuckchop."

...direct from PETA's own website,

"We at PETA very much love the animal companions who share our homes but...this selfish desire to possess animals and receive love from them causes immeasurable suffering, which results from manipulating their breeding, selling or giving them away casually, and depriving them of the opportunity to engage in their natural behavior. They are restricted to human homes, where they must obey commands and can only eat, drink, and even urinate when humans allow them to."
Further on they state, "Please keep cats safe indoors...free-roaming cats defecate in gardens and sandboxes and eat plants on other people's property. Angry, exasperated neighbors frequently take matters into their own hands. PETA's office routinely gets calls from people whose cats have been stolen, shot, poisoned, or tortured to death."
By their own logic
Statement: "We at PETA very much love the animal companions who share our homes"
Statement: "receiving love from them causes immeasurable suffering"
Statement: "Please keep cats safe indoors...cats have been stolen, shot, poisoned, or tortured to death."

So, they don't believe in killing cats or, as I learned also from their website, setting them free. They concede this causes the cat "immeasurable suffering".
Therefore, could it not be said, all cats loved in the homes of PETA supporters are being "tortured to death"?


http://www.peta.org/issues/companion-animals/outdoor-cats.aspx

http://www.peta.org/features/Trent-Reznor-dog-cat-fur-video.aspx