http://io9.com/5325784/the-milky-way-glows-over-the-devils-tower
This picture brought a lump to my throat.
Our lives can sometimes get terribly overwhelming, and I think pictures like this remind us of how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things.
Some may find this depressing, but I actually feel reassured by it. It makes me realise that whatever I do, right or wrong, it doesn't really matter...
Thursday 30 July 2009
www.fmylife.com
A guilty pleasure of mine is the website http://www.fmylife.com/
It's like Twitter for people with shit lives!
How many of the stories are true is debatable, but if you're having a bad day, nothing will pick you up better than reading about other people's misfortunes!
It's like Twitter for people with shit lives!
How many of the stories are true is debatable, but if you're having a bad day, nothing will pick you up better than reading about other people's misfortunes!
Wednesday 29 July 2009
Dogs
I really don't understand keeping a dog as a pet.
Don't get me wrong, I love dogs, in fact I love all animals (apart from cockroaches which though admirable are not lovable) I just don't understand why you would want to keep one in your house.
If I see a dog I will, undoubtedly, get straight to my knees, arms outstretched and begin inane baby speak, but to be fair I also do this to cows, goats, pigs (not sheep, spawn of the devil as they are, I keep my distance)but that does not mean I would want them in my house.
Dogs are smelly, slobbery and altogether far too eager for my liking. I want to earn an animal's love, not just be given it willy nilly. The pets I have owned have always demanded a reason to return my affections and this is how I like it. This, I feel, makes the end product all the more rewarding. You feel like you've worked for it, like you've earned the right to be loved by them.
Our first rat, a little white doe called Lorelei, is a great example of what I mean.
When we first got her, she would sit in her cage, tucked under one of the levels, glaring at me. I regularly cried to Steve over the first couple of days, sobbing and yelling "Why doesn't she love me?" at him.
She soon figured out how much comfier my pockets were than her cage, and that she would get treats if she came out and played. She grew to utterly adore both me and Steve, but this affection was not shared amongst all members of the human race, oh no! Lorelei was picky about who she loved. In fact she actively hated most people unless they proved that she should feel differently. She showed this hate through biting.
I think this feeling has also crossed over in to my love life. Steve notoriously hates until proven wrong, and many of our friends comment on how privileged they feel that he actually likes them, since he likes so few people.
So coming back to dogs, but I guess it applies to all sorts of love, I don't see how something that will give love to anyone, unconditionally, can be a rewarding kind of love. You've done nothing to show why you should be loved therefore surely they don't really love you as an individual, just as an object.
Hmmmmmmmmmm... I'm not really sure this ramble was completely coherent....
Don't get me wrong, I love dogs, in fact I love all animals (apart from cockroaches which though admirable are not lovable) I just don't understand why you would want to keep one in your house.
If I see a dog I will, undoubtedly, get straight to my knees, arms outstretched and begin inane baby speak, but to be fair I also do this to cows, goats, pigs (not sheep, spawn of the devil as they are, I keep my distance)but that does not mean I would want them in my house.
Dogs are smelly, slobbery and altogether far too eager for my liking. I want to earn an animal's love, not just be given it willy nilly. The pets I have owned have always demanded a reason to return my affections and this is how I like it. This, I feel, makes the end product all the more rewarding. You feel like you've worked for it, like you've earned the right to be loved by them.
Our first rat, a little white doe called Lorelei, is a great example of what I mean.
When we first got her, she would sit in her cage, tucked under one of the levels, glaring at me. I regularly cried to Steve over the first couple of days, sobbing and yelling "Why doesn't she love me?" at him.
She soon figured out how much comfier my pockets were than her cage, and that she would get treats if she came out and played. She grew to utterly adore both me and Steve, but this affection was not shared amongst all members of the human race, oh no! Lorelei was picky about who she loved. In fact she actively hated most people unless they proved that she should feel differently. She showed this hate through biting.
I think this feeling has also crossed over in to my love life. Steve notoriously hates until proven wrong, and many of our friends comment on how privileged they feel that he actually likes them, since he likes so few people.
So coming back to dogs, but I guess it applies to all sorts of love, I don't see how something that will give love to anyone, unconditionally, can be a rewarding kind of love. You've done nothing to show why you should be loved therefore surely they don't really love you as an individual, just as an object.
Hmmmmmmmmmm... I'm not really sure this ramble was completely coherent....
I am currently feeling like Cher at the end of Clueless. You know where she's searching for the a telephone conversation and highlighting it when found?
Well I'm currently searching through paperwork for evidence to support the fact that the gentleman who ran the company is a big old crook.
It's not as interesting as it sounds. It basically involves a lot of scanning. *sigh*
Well I'm currently searching through paperwork for evidence to support the fact that the gentleman who ran the company is a big old crook.
It's not as interesting as it sounds. It basically involves a lot of scanning. *sigh*
Thoughts
So I think this blog is just gonna be thoughts that come into my head mainly. I've put the adult warning on just in case, my thoughts are quite often fairly offensive! Also I may often post pictures of semi-naked ladies which probably isn't that appropriate for the younger members of society!
First thought of the day is inspired by BBC News' story on the IARC moving sunbeds up to the highest cancer risk category.
For this piece they interviewed two ladies on opposing sides of the argument; one from Cancer Research, the other the president of the Sunbed Association.
The lady from Cancer Research was, in short, beautiful. Lovely hair, fabulous skin, impeccably dressed and eloquent. She presented a well thought out argument and backed it up with research.
The lady from the Sunbed Association however was an entirely different kettle of fish!
In fairness her argument (which seemed to consist solely of the idea that all sunbed users only use them responsibly) was hampered by the fact she could not hear the studio very well, which resulted in Kate Silverton asking her questions as if she was a retard, but this does not excuse her appearance!
If you wanted to defend sunbeds, why appoint a spokesperson who had blonde, straw-like hair, saggy, over-wrinkled, muddy brown skin, a suit jacket which looked like it had been thrust upon her in the 80s, and teeth which were yellowing, withered and in many cases, missing entirely?
Whether or not sunbeds cause cancer was of no matter to me, once I saw this monstrosity I vowed, yet again, never to expose my lily-white skin to them.
Gem xxx
First thought of the day is inspired by BBC News' story on the IARC moving sunbeds up to the highest cancer risk category.
For this piece they interviewed two ladies on opposing sides of the argument; one from Cancer Research, the other the president of the Sunbed Association.
The lady from Cancer Research was, in short, beautiful. Lovely hair, fabulous skin, impeccably dressed and eloquent. She presented a well thought out argument and backed it up with research.
The lady from the Sunbed Association however was an entirely different kettle of fish!
In fairness her argument (which seemed to consist solely of the idea that all sunbed users only use them responsibly) was hampered by the fact she could not hear the studio very well, which resulted in Kate Silverton asking her questions as if she was a retard, but this does not excuse her appearance!
If you wanted to defend sunbeds, why appoint a spokesperson who had blonde, straw-like hair, saggy, over-wrinkled, muddy brown skin, a suit jacket which looked like it had been thrust upon her in the 80s, and teeth which were yellowing, withered and in many cases, missing entirely?
Whether or not sunbeds cause cancer was of no matter to me, once I saw this monstrosity I vowed, yet again, never to expose my lily-white skin to them.
Gem xxx
Tuesday 28 July 2009
First Ever Blog
Inspired by Katie_Cakes and georgiaface I have started my very own blog.
It has kind of stemmed out of Tweeting I suppose. I love Twitter but I sometimes feel limited by the 140 character space and also I sometimes want to have rants, which I don't feel everyone really needs to know about.
My blog won't be as prolific as georgiaface's or as yummy as Katie_Cakes, but who knows it may find its own niche.
So that is all for now, watch this space...
It has kind of stemmed out of Tweeting I suppose. I love Twitter but I sometimes feel limited by the 140 character space and also I sometimes want to have rants, which I don't feel everyone really needs to know about.
My blog won't be as prolific as georgiaface's or as yummy as Katie_Cakes, but who knows it may find its own niche.
So that is all for now, watch this space...
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