Saturday, January 31, 2015

Important Safety Tip!

From the French.  Who should know.

Signs someone is flipping to the Dark Side (tm).



My French is *way* worse than my Spanish.  That said, it looks like (to me), from top left:
Rejecting parents.

Rejecting family members

Changes in eating habits

Dropping out of school

No longer listening to music

No TV or movies

Quitting sports

Changes in style of clothing

Interest in extreme social websites
Absent the rejection of media, it sort of sounds like adolescence.

From the ever-on-top-of-things Weasel Zippers!

Friday, January 30, 2015

Hello, Benny of PA!!

The pack has grown by one new member - Benny:

This is Benny on his way to his new foster home a couple of months ago.
He has fit right in. Suzu and Griffin did the obligatory olfactory check (as did Benny), and that was about it for the first encounter.

He's hopped up to join me on the couch a couple of times - he is a serious snuggle-bug.  Seems pretty bomb-proof, not easily startled. Barked as I walked along the side of the house, so I now have the guard dog/alert dog function covered.

He does like to bark when he's excited. He stops if I clap my hand or stamp my foot in front of him, so the should be an easy correction.  He does not like the stairs here, but then who does?  They have narrow streads, and are pitched at a 45 degree angle, so they are a challenge.

But!  He's here, he fits in, and seems to be quite happy!

Benny at home in the office.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Three Things...

...from the reading list.  

First, A Demon's Nest of Sentiments:



Next, Pastor Phil:






Finally, Chris Muir has the poster du jour:


See the whole thing at Day By Day Cartoon

Thursday, January 15, 2015

But wait, there's more...

Lest I forget:



Public Secrets reports: 
Once there was this neat thing called “Western Civilization,” which gave the world such wonderful ideas as human liberty, the worth of the individual, and the freedom to speak, write, and publish without the fear of being punished for what we say.
That was then, this is now:

And this, from Kate:



I clicked the link from RCP, because I couldn't believe the text was an accurate description of the headline. I screencapped the headline because I couldn't believe it was an accurate description of the piece. But when Sally Kohn is the author, all bets on sanity are off — so, yes, the headline and link both accurately reflect today’s pravda from her perch at CNN
I love a good juxtaposition (from Weasel Zippers):


Sunday, December 21, 2014

Christmas Prayer, 2014

Sitting in Darkness

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The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up. -- Matthew 4:16

Dear Lord,
On this Sunday before Christmas in the year 2014 I find my mind and heart consumed with rage and despair at the evil across the face of the Earth and in my nation. Gazing upon and knowing of the world of men and the vileness of many men's deeds has plunged my soul into darkness. I grow short with those I love. I am spiteful towards those who have offended me. My soul feels blighted and shrunken. It can no longer find true north and I have wandered from the way.
In this darkness, on this longest and darkest night of the year, this dark night of the soul, I know I am not prepared or worthy to welcome the advent of your Son and the return of light and the miracle of Your creation. Dear Lord, in these final days of advent, take this darkness from my heart. Lead me, Lord, out of shadow. Show me, again, my Lord, Your great light. O come, O come, Emmanuel.
Amen.

Gratefully lifted from Gerard

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Hello, Griffin!

We have a new member of the pack/clowder, Griffin!

Checking out the living area

At home in the kitchen,

On Dakota's old chair.
He's thirteen, seems to be in very good health.  He has a bald patch on his lower back, where he scraped the hair off crawling under the fence to get out.

I 'rescued' him from a woman who has to move, and her new home won't allow dogs.  He's a bit homesick, I think, for his buddy, Charley.  He and Suzu sort of pass each other in the night.  No aggression, no visible bonding.

He ignores Baxter, and I haven't seen any attempts at interaction w/ Nadia.

He's on the floor by my feet as I type this.

I need to get him to the vet, and find an obedience class to join, so he and I can get some structured time together.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Memorial Day

Bumped for Veteran's Day.

My Uncle, Cpt. Jordan Webber, P-38 Recon Pilot, and Dad, S/Sgt George Webber, Supply













Sunday, October 12, 2014

Our Country's Situation...

...in two cartoons:

Muir's take on our domestic situation...


...and Doonesbury on the complexities of the Middle East
And there you have it!

 (I sense "feral pigs" as a metaphor for something, but I'm not entirely sure what?  Heh.)



Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Brain Cancer Killed This Blog

I was tidying up a bit, cleaning out the MIA list, when I noticed that Kate had updated her old blog.  The title struck me as odd.  Then I read the post.
Fuck.
Consider this a "bleg".  Kate is truly good people, and needs help.  I Cannot. Imagine.
 And, RTWT:
 August 1st, 2014

Brain Cancer Killed This Blog



When I started ElectricVenom.com back in 2003, my son was a toddler and my husband was an active duty soldier in the U.S. Army who was gone a lot. A lot. Then we relocated to a rural area in Hawaii — which isn’t nearly as pleasant as you’d think — and he was gone even more. There were times when two, sometimes three weeks would pass and I hadn’t spoken with anyone over the age of three.

I’ve often said this blog saved my life back then, because it put me in contact with people all over the world and gave me a reason to think. Now, I’m hoping this blog can help save my husband’s life, or at least make what’s left of it a little bit better.
You see, about a month after my last post — on July 12, 2012 to be specific — we learned that my husband has brain cancer. At the time, his tumor was considered slow-growing and following surgery, radiation and chemotherapy, and he was expected to have a very good shot at living a normal lifespan.

Earlier this week, we learned that his tumors (he has two now) have progressed to glioblastoma, which has a median survival rate 14 or so months. Since he’d had an MRI in May which showed the tumors being in check, the growth between then and his July MRI indicates the clock started ticking in the past month or two.

The Venomous Hubby


Frankly, we’re terrified. We’re also in need of your help. Although Mike has been working throughout his various treatments, he is no longer able to do so. His cognitive and speech skills are rapidly declining, and he is physically exhausted from nearly 18 straight months of daily chemotherapy.

Although his boss did everything he could to keep Mike on, his condition is such that he just can’t keep working. As I type this, Mike’s resignation letter is sitting on in his office, awaiting his signature.

But Mike is worried about retiring. It’s not just that he’s a workaholic, though he is (and that fact is responsible for about 70% of this blog’s content, come to think of it). He’s also afraid of what’s going to happen to our family financially once he’s no longer bringing home a paycheck.
See, Social Security Disability will take a few months to kick in, as will his Federal medical retirement pay. Until then, we’re broke. Flat. Broke. (Having a daughter who only just graduated college and a now-teenaged son who’s in braces and band will do that to a family.)
So we’re raising funds to help Mike complete his Bucket List in the time he has remaining, and to hopefully cover some of the gap between his last day of work and his first day of disability payments.

If you can, please contribute. It doesn’t have to be big — even $3 would be great! And, if you can’t contribute, then please know as we do that prayer is the most valuable form of currency there is. We could sure use some.

•To read more of Mike’s story, or to contribute to his fundraiser, please visit his GoFundMe.com campaign here.
•To follow Mike’s progress, please “Like” his Facebook page: Mike Berry’s Brain Cancer Battle.

Thank you,
Not so “Venomous” anymore Kate