Anna Nicole Who?

I am so tired of hearing about Anna Nicole Smith. Don't get me wrong, I understand that her death is a tragic event, and there are people who are mourning her. However, I really don't want to hear the gritty details. And come to think about it, I am not hearing a lot about anyone mourning her. Mostly what I am hearing is about people trying to get her money, primarily through gaining custody of her daughter. This is sad.



What is really sad is that this story is leading the news. There are wars going on, there is progress being made in anti-nuclear discussions, and the Navy is thinking about using dolphins and sea lions to patrol for terrorists. All of these things are important, the ugly infighting among Anna Nicole Smith's family members is not.



I regret the tragedy of an untimely death, anyone's untimely death. But let's grant her the dignity in death she never achieved in life, and leave her family's shenanigans where they belong, in private, not the front page.

Butterflies are free...

There is an article on Yahoo news about a germ that kills male butterflies but makes female butterflies promiscuous. According to the article, this germ also can change males to females and allow reproduction with out males.

Sooooo, let me get this straight, there is this germ that gets rid of males or turns them into women, who are slutty little butterflies and can reproduce without the males. And they say humans are wired weird. Actually, its probably just as well humans do not have this ability. Can you see it?

Dad: "What's up with Timmy this lately, he seems so moody?"
Mom: "Well dear, I do believe Timmy is going through the change."
Dad: "I sure miss the good ol' days, when kids just got tattoos."

And who would have THE talk with boys? Dad, who explains the facts of life, or would Mom have to do that? And think about Health Class. It would totally change the way Coaches muddle through that hour every day. And the little boxes you check for male/female would get worn out from erasing. The dating scene would be a disaster, you'd never find shoes the right size again, and all the movies would be chick flicks.

"Mr. Jones, I have bad news, you have this infection that will either kill you or turn you into a woman with insatiable sexual appetites and then you are going to have child, but there will not be a father to get child support from."

Would men change their attitudes toward women, knowing that one day they might be one? And what would this do to same sex marriage laws? If your husband gets ill and turns into a woman, are you still married?

Anyway, I guess it is just as well that humans don't get infected by this germ.

If you wanna read the article, go here. http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20070206/sc_livescience/bacteriamakefemalebutterfliespromiscuousscientistssay

Puppy Bowl!!

So, it's time for the big game. I gotta admit, I don't care about the Colts or the Bears (or any other football team, for that matter). But, all the same, I wait anxiously for the Superbowl, because Animal Planet runs the Puppy Bowl at the same time.

For those not familiar with this wonderous event, it's puppies, lots of puppies, playing in a football themed pen. The puppies appear to be having a great time, and there is a kitty-cat halftime show. All-in-all, great fun appears to be had by all (though it is hard to tell with kittens.)

I suppose what amazes me about the puppy bowl is that it is on again this year. Seems I am not the only person who watches it, or Animal Planet just gave up trying to compete with the Superbowl and this is their way of throwing up their hands.

But, none of that matters. What counts is that I have an alternative to the Superbowl, I have Puppy Bowl. It's a lot more fun.

Joining the Circus

Decided to try this blog thing. It might last, might not, I am not a really motivated human being, and this might actually require an active commitment.

But, I'll see how it goes, and explore the great blogging universe. Actually, I like the sound of that - "the great blogging universe". Ought to be a curse of some kind. Like when you see your very large Great Aunt Susan in a mini skirt, varicose veins and all.

What in the great blogging universe is that??

So, if you see me today, and I start yelling about blogging universes, don't be alarmed, I am only amusing myself.