Little Icky, Big Icky

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So, normally I don't complain about genetically engineered fruit. 

I probably don't even know when I'm eating it.

But the peaches at Walmart are too big.

I can't take a bite out of them without getting peach up my nose. 

And this, my friends, is too much of a good thing.

And then I came around the corner of the house,

La, La, La

on my way to the mailbox with a Netflix movie...

( 'An Education'...

I wouldn't recommend it)

Only to find this tasty little morsel...

Yikes!
Don't think for a moment that I didn't almost wet my jammies.

That's a deer carcass for you City Mice...
What's left of it anyway.

I'll let you guess who I won't be kissing on the lips for the next week or so. 

The Right to (not) Vote

It’s voting time. I know this only because I was stuck in a truck with Bret every day this past week, to and from the job. I don’t vote. It’s not because I’m making a statement or anything, it’s because I forget that there is a big, weird World out there.

And what a World… Why does everyone have to be the “…wacko lefties…” or the “oppressive right-wingers”? Somewhere, not far behind that name calling, there is a fist clenched, people, a mob with a rope.

Oh well. They’ll never change.

Anyway… I am back up on the Mountain for a while.

NUMBER ONE BEAUTY SECRET !

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Bad Chocolate... and later... A Theory About my Brain.

The side of me that loves growing flowers craves chocolate occasionally, and last week I had a moment. I fought it for about three days, but finally caved to a dark Ghirardelli, 86% cacao… antioxidants don’t you know… called Midnight Reverie.

I should have known better. The box read like the cover of a romance novel: ‘Midnight Reverie’, ‘Intense Dark’, ‘Moments of Timeless Pleasure’. Big. Red. Flags. I mean, who needs to schmooze to sell chocolate? And when did cocoa become cacao? Is that like Aztec? Oh, but it gets worse. When I got home, I noticed the 'tasting notes' on the back of the box. Read for yourself…

‘The deep, full bodied flavor is noticeable upfront and evenly through with hints of dark cherries, dried plums and a roasted flavor from the high cacao content. The supremely smooth texture has a fine, crisp snap with overall round, warm chocolate notes that linger for a lasting, enchanting finish.’

Oh yeah. I'd eat that. But that's not what was in the box. (Well, maybe the roasted part.) Midnight Reverie taste identical to a bar of Hershey’s baking chocolate I inadvertently bit into as a child. ‘Round, warm chocolate notes’ ass. I’ve had banana peels that tasted better.

I'm sure it's my plebian upbringing, but if I have to acquire a taste for something… that generally means it doesn’t taste good and I best be getting drunk or laid out of the deal. I got neither. Worse yet, I still have my  chocolate jones. 

A Bitching Fact.

I am convinced that how a person treat the parts of his or her work, or craft, or art that cannot be seen, is a direct reflection on how they treat other parts of their life that go equally unseen.  

You will never hear me say, "Don't bother, nobody will ever look back there."

"...like I wanted to go to Heaven anyway."

     I’ve been discussing God again with Bret. Not really a “both sides of the coin” kind of guy. I get in a ranting mood after talking with him. The blind... The sheep… They are frustrating.

     I was about to come on and just vent. But I calmed down a little. Very little. I think I’ll post a quick summary of my opinion of God instead, which, be forewarned isn't very high. So those of you who are thinned-skinned Christians, you might want to stop after the Mathew question. I’ll leave my organized religion vent for later.

     Anyway, I was thinking about this while in the shower…

     Mathew 10:25 NIV

     “…it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

     If in fact it is material things that we need to be rid of so that we can ‘enter’ the kingdom of God… Heaven… Wouldn’t it be more likely that Heaven is a state of mind, and the word experience, a better choice than ‘enter’?

     Just a thought.

     No, I don’t believe in a Heaven with streets of gold and pearl gates. Not any more. Wouldn’t even want to go to such a place. But tacky accommodations for my soul aren’t my beef with God. (Incidentally, I don’t believe in souls either).

     Thin-skinners, sensitive types, better stop here; I don't want to loose the few friends I have.

     I have a hang-up with the Exodus. More specifically the method God chose to finally convince the Pharaoh to let his people go. The good ol’ Archangel of Death, who, by the way, is speculated to have been Uriel, the same chap left to guard the gates of Eden... Bit of trivia for ya.

     It’s not like God didn’t kill thousands upon thousands of innocents, (2,270,365 recorded victims), but this little slaughter in Egypt chapped my ass. Enough to make me say, “F this Dude”.

     Look at it this way: You have Joey-Omnipotent who is perfectly capable (so he claims) to I Dream of Jeannie his people right out of slavery. Tinkle tinkle tink. You’re in the Promised Land!

     But that doesn’t happen. To top it off, it’s the damn Pharaoh who’s holding his people, and instead of snuffing the Pharaoh, what does Boy-Wonder do? Kills all of the first born. Animals too. What the hell?! These were probably people who had as little contact with or knowledge of Israelites as the people in the Twin Towers had of the Taliban. Yes, I went there. It’s the same damn thing. Murder. You are high if you can’t see that God made a conscious decision here to take lives over saving lives.

     And please, start with me on how we can’t understand the will of God. I understand this decision clearly…

  

     I better stop; I’m getting a little venomous. Besides, these days, I don’t even believe a God exists, so really this is a pointless rant… nearly pointless. It bothers me that people are so misinformed, so empty, so brainwashed, etc. that they cuddle up to this killer. Hell, that we glorify his "victories". It bothers me that I did that very thing for so long. What a waste.

     Pure Love and the God of the Old Testament cannot exist in the same heart. There is too much blood on his hands. A lot of wires got crossed, either in translation, or on purpose. 

     Anyway…

     On the off chance that I am wrong, and there actually is a God, I’ll gladly stick to my guns and weather the fire, brimstone and my gnashing teeth, over spending eternity with a murderous scab.