...Complete with an easy-open lid.
I happened to catch a glimpse of a clip on "America's Funniest Home Videos" early last night, featuring a live lobster being deposited into a pot of boiling water. I nearly gagged. I could never bring myself to do such a thing to any animal, be it from the land or the sea. What a horrible image to even run through my mind. I wonder what goes through people's heads when they open a can of SPAM and fry it up... apparently, not much at all, because if they thought too much about how spam is made, they probably wouldn't be able to shove it in their mouths without retching. It's just the leftover parts of animal carcasses, is all: intestines, eyeballs, noses, feet ... all thoroughly ground up and stuffed into a tidy little can for human consumption. It appears safe, because you just can't visually recognise any prominent evidence of whatever miscellaneous organs and appendages went into your particular can. Usually. It also most likely tastes no better nor offers any greater nutritional value than canned cat food probably does, but how many people are going to try canned cat food? Just close your minds and eat it. There you go... SPAM tastes so good, it may as well have been God's divine creation that fell right out of his perfectly sanitised holy lap. Only what you choose to believe has to matter, right? As long as that is what you choose to believe. If enough people assure me crab grass tastes delicious I'll probably love it too. Of course, I would sooner eat a fistful of twigs than a cheeseburger.
Speaking of holy laps (or not), I never forgot about my photography journal. I posted in it a few times this morning, and intend on doing so much more often from this day forth.
I've been obsessed with "Things Can Only Get Better" by Howard Jones. I grew up with Howard's music, after all. The song can pull me out of a glum mood more effectively than most others. Perhaps it's all the nostalgia and fine memories associated with it. Certainly, the lyrics are uplifting. I really must dow- err, obtain his greatest hits album. Simply, I'm enamored of that new wave sound. Many may dismiss it as being retro-hip 80's cheese that should have died out with disco, but I beg to differ. It's great music. Depeche Mode, New Order, A Flock of Seagulls, Ice House, Peter Gabriel, Tears for Fears, The Human League, B-52's, Talking Heads, Falco, INXS, Numan, The Police... I could go on, but that would be awfully self-indulgent of me.
I go sleep now.
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Paws, reflect
- Timberwolf
- Here is my space to discuss what's on my mind, muse philosophically and sardonically, and rave or rant about the things that make me happy or piss me off.
1 comment:
Your photographs are beautiful. Sometimes, it's hard to believe that a place that beautiful exists.
I wanted to let you know that Hayley is okay. I had an opportunity to talk to her last night. She's handling her life as best as she can. Her mother is mourning more for her aunt than she. Hayley figures that she hasn't finished grieving for her grandmother. Her place of employment has helped her since everyone there is nice and it's a pleasant work environment. She says that's she has been very busy and I assume that is the reason why she hasn't had much of a chance to stay in contact. If you are ever interested, we are gonig to try to commit talking Saturday nights, though I think it'll end up being a lot tougher to do.
Of course, you know that she'd love to hear from you.
I've been very lukcy this weekend. In a span of 12 hours, I've had some contact with some of my closest friends. Thank you:)
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