Anything? Hmmm. Okay, what's the carrying capacity of an unladen african swallow?
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Screwed up the link on that one! Here is it again...I hope.Qualities of the African swallow.
That was too easy. I'll have to think up some more. Of course I suppose saying I can ask anything isn't the same as saying you'll answer anything.
****Of course I suppose saying I can ask anything isn't the same as saying you'll answer anything.****BINGO.You ARE smart.
Buttercup, if it takes a hen and a half a day and a half to lay and egg and a half, how long does it take a grasshopper with a wooden leg to kick all the seeds out of a dill pickle?And, I know how you hate word problems! Buwahahahahaha!
Less time than it takes for a squirrel to build a rocket ship.
Are you getting discouraged? I wish there were something I could do. Please keep plugging away, I love it here.
Rg, you are a rare sweetheart. Thank you. No, I'm not discouraged. I sometimes feel that my safest perspective is when I think I'm just typing away for my own enjoyment and no one else is even reading me. Not that I don't love the interaction and discourse of smart people like you, but I've only been blogging for a few months and already I sometimes feel like it's a struggle to remain "true" to myself and not begin to get pulled into what I think I should be writing.In other words, it was easier when absolutely NO ONE read me and I was just throwing up shit for no reason other than it amused me. Oh well...HAHAHA! There are certainly worse things to wrestle with. Good GOD! I sound so melodramatic. Somebody get me a frying pan so I can hit myself in the head with it. Straighten me right out.
Blush, be careful there or you'll give me a big head. None of my hats will fit. You don't have to go in any particular direction to please me, I was already well pleased from my first comment. Admittedly though, about the only thing I could say about horses is "achoo!". My sister has horses but allergies kick in if I'm around them too much.
First of all, RG is indeed a rare sweetheart. I agree fully with that claim. Even though I'm pretty sure it's some coded race dog-whistle.Second, I totally relate with what you say about blogging. It's a really strange thing that's hard to describe but you pretty much just did. Like RG said, we've all loved this blog from the first time we came here, so you should feel no temptation to veer away from what you've always done, or to get pulled into what you "think" you should be writing, unless that's actually what you WANT to write about. God, I'm shitty at advice. Especially about blogging. I'm the one who quits every few years because of perceived pressure and writers' block and being terrified that I have to "produce" something every day, but then keeps coming back because is miss the interaction so much. Anyway, I dig you and your blog, and am glad you aren't thinking of throwing it on the grounnnndd. (True fact: doing so would be racist.)
Thanks to BOTH of you. It's very weird that this subject came up just now because I've been wrestling with this a teeny bit and was even going to email you about it, Rachel. RG is SOOOOO perceptive! YIKES!Anywho, if it all goes to shit and I find myself slinking into my closet with a bottle, I can blame Rachel. You were the first person I DARED to comment on a blog post and you quickly became a dear friend. But I will also be thanking you for the drinking closet idea. Bloody brilliant.I'm just trying to find balance. How much to post, how to answer people's comments, how to not be obsessive....HAHAHAHA!I'll figure it out. Right now I'm having a blast, but stuff is piling up around here and I'm on my blog. OOPS! It's lots of fun, but it doesn't mean shit to my "real" life, if you know what I mean. So, balance. Balance. BALANCE! Yeah...whatever.
Geez, now I feel totally bucked up.
Just don't stop living on our account."I'll figure it out. Right now I'm having a blast, but stuff is piling up around here and I'm on my blog. OOPS! It's lots of fun, but it doesn't mean shit to my "real" life, if you know what I mean. So, balance. Balance. BALANCE!"I think you may have just hit a feeling I've had for a long time directly on the head. I am not being ironic or cynical here(for once), think about the quote above and apply it to the typical lefty you may know. They are having a blast (on a credit card life or living with their parents or going to school in perpetuity). Stuff like bills pile up(but they watch TV and lawyers tell them it is their RIGHT to get out of any debt, free or for pennies on the dollar) if they are even out on their own, but every lefty I know is gadget crazy(no reflection on Rachel and her ipad) living on FB, or online games, online dating, online chat, online jobs, or even just a good old fashioned Xbox. Real life IS virtual life to so many people. I think it is a lot easier to be an idealist if so much of your life consists of ideas and no substance. Schools have exchanged teaching the idea of God/philosophy with the ideas of technology.Buttercup, how many horse owners do you know who are hetero and lefties? The only lefty horse owners I know (honestly) are two gay couples who(platonically) love horses. I can usually get them to rant against their own when it comes to money too. They are Dem because they are gay, by their own admissions. I don't think many Dems(and many others, for that matter) are in balance between reality and idealism.Keep to your reality. Your ideas flow from there.
Thanks, Tuerqas. I just have moments where I start to feel false. Like I'm too interested in what others think instead of what I think. I'll figure it out. Especially when I have such great commenters who will keep me honest. HAHAHA!I know lots of liberal horseowners, actually. They're are, almost to a man, idiots around horses. They don't know horses any better than they do life. Horses reflect back to you exactly who you really are. Have trouble with reality? A horse will deliver it...in spades. Have trouble with leadership? You're going to get it between the eyes. Have trouble with consistency? A horse will ignore you. They are truth meters. But I do know lots of homosexual men who are brilliant horsemen. Very talented. They combine the sensitivity of a woman with the strength of a man. Perfect combo.
The difference between Wisconsin and the PRC, I am sure. I don't know what you think about homosexuality. I am christian, I condemn the act, not the actors. Everyone sins and it is not mine to judge. I have only ever met one gay man who could not accept that and had to try and prove to me that I, or my faith, or something else about me was wrong for thinking that. And he could not then accept that I did not judge and condemn him. Most gays I have known are great, almost Mormon like company in a personal sense.I know exactly what you mean about horses being a reflection. Did you ever notice the correlation between horse idiots and those who board only? It is hard to look in that kind of reflection every day.
I consider myself Christian, too, but not a good one. Drink too much, swear WAAAY too much, and have altogether too much fun at the expense of others. Hence, this blog. HAHAHA!But as for homosexuality. I think it is a sin. But there are many, many sins. And none of us have a clean ledger. My belief is that sin immediately punishes the transgressor because it reduces one's divine nature, interfering with the elevation of consciousness that finally, hopefully results in divine enlightenment. As Jesus said, "Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free." Not knowing the truth, sinning, simply traps you in the lower reality that is removed from the communion with God. That's my sermon.So I don't judge. I don't care, really. But I do respect the institution of marriage, not just for religious reasons, but for practical and historical reasons. I used to work for Braniff Airlines and knew quite a few gay men and they were unfailingly polite, funny as hell, and all damn good looking, which was a serious bummer. Many were good friends. And of course there are a number in the equestrian world as well. I just don't think about it because I don't care. Horse people who have only boarded and never lived with animals are stupid with all six letters. And when they are horse owners at say, 40, after a life succeeding professionally and they've always wanted horses, GOD HELP US! They are a disaster. I just steer clear and watch. It's always a hoot.