tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51784884359879535112024-03-20T02:10:22.511-07:00Rammy Urriah of Second LifeRammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-73468025794228450112021-08-14T15:40:00.004-07:002021-08-14T16:02:06.207-07:00<p><span style="text-align: center;">First of all I should point out this site does not use cookies. It uses brownies, but brownies are not subject to EU laws.</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;">I have not posted for a while. During my absence from this blog I have turned into a small cat. I found a hat that was from some sort of Christmas thing, but as you can see the cat ears stick out so I have two sets of ears, reindeer and cat.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU1KXWlecaD_d3mslVaVHDnr0PKFN5L9fXTshV77of6oKB3UnU9BF9zbVV05Qeip5Qjx5u_X_L-ISZOV30DM7w9zWgt6ACYaCBn5XPuXw6Hnjb6VCZvcsJkJgi2XrDvzZdQfLYEXu2TLm/s1024/Snapshot_001.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU1KXWlecaD_d3mslVaVHDnr0PKFN5L9fXTshV77of6oKB3UnU9BF9zbVV05Qeip5Qjx5u_X_L-ISZOV30DM7w9zWgt6ACYaCBn5XPuXw6Hnjb6VCZvcsJkJgi2XrDvzZdQfLYEXu2TLm/s320/Snapshot_001.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There is no need to continue writing anything else for this post. I hope you all have a pleasant time reading nonsense on the Internet.<div><br /></div>Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-42047915996927086412018-01-02T17:38:00.000-08:002018-01-02T17:59:23.555-08:00Happy 2018I haven't written a thing for a long time. Today I was thinking it was about time to add some unnecessary noise to the universe and since you have arrived at this page and are either very bored, have no real life, or are an evil robot, here you go.<br />
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I used to think that people used to sing the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne">song</a> about forgetting "old acquaintances" never made much sense. Why should we forget old friends? But people sing it anyway. Some people drink a lot of drinks and make a fool of themselves and I guess I really don't think they care anyway. What a waste. Most of us (including me) are capable of making a fool out of ourselves with out spending all that money on alcohol.<br />
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A zillion years ago (perhaps just several hundred thousand) humans were looking at the dangers around them and all said "we best form human civilization or we will be eaten by saber toothed tigers". Preferring not to be eaten by saber toothed tigers our ancestors invented human civilization on the spot. One small problem, they needed a leader. A weirdo caveman named Ogg stood up and proclaimed he was going to make civilization great again. All the others said "Hey how can civilization be made great <i>again</i> when it hasn't been invented yet?", but Ogg was not concerned with details. Others were worried that Ogg did not have all his rocks so to speak. Ogg also had weird hair.<br />
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Another subject of no importance to add more nonsense to this post is the issue of socks and flip flops. Question one. Who came up with the name "flip flops"? I wonder if people in other parts of the world call them flip flops? I have heard some people call them thongs. If you search "thongs" you get tiny swimwear that can not be worn north of Miami because people in the upper States freak out when they see too much of a human body. Actually I guess the current temperature in January plays a role too.<br />
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Anyway to question two on the sock/flip flop issue. In Japan (along with many other countries) people do not wear shoes in the house. This is the most sensible, civilized idea that any group has brought to the great idea table of humanity. It is disgusting to walk around on the sidewalk stepping on all sorts of who knows what, and bringing that into your home. But when you do need to go out to take the trash out one does need to wear some flip flops. This is where my problem comes in. (Actually as I think about it, it is a "problem" not a "question", however I started this paragraph as a "question" so I will let this editorial oversight stay.) If you are wearing socks and need to slip into (oh no - I just remembered in Hawaii they call them "slippers" I think) some sole protection, one must put one's finger between the big toe and its smaller neighbors to make an indentation. This sort of works but not so great. I have found that as long as you don't need to run away from a saber toothed tiger, or a person with bad hair you should be OK.<br />
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Well I think this post has manged to turn into still another useless waste of valuable Internet resources. So dear readers please enjoy the new year and hope the coming year treats you well. <br />
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<br />Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-32908981602199385422016-04-27T17:52:00.000-07:002016-04-27T17:56:58.509-07:00Extra, Extra, News Reporter Gets Exclusive Scoop!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySeaW4s3O41HVso7WsgohoVxjXL23KrTWMU3rZJpUAORbegkt5L6ShP0LOzbe0J_KCcS2qZUe1V-C5gQUDHo-CKykTCUKhMO9Tnf-Wz5xAmFKBnizIecYn1Eq-jXrSxu2TLlZf0PNa3Z_/s1600/rammyanddonald.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySeaW4s3O41HVso7WsgohoVxjXL23KrTWMU3rZJpUAORbegkt5L6ShP0LOzbe0J_KCcS2qZUe1V-C5gQUDHo-CKykTCUKhMO9Tnf-Wz5xAmFKBnizIecYn1Eq-jXrSxu2TLlZf0PNa3Z_/s320/rammyanddonald.png" width="320" /></a>Hello dear readers. A long time ago in the movies (where I seem to get most of my view of reality I guess) newspaper boys with hats turned sideways would run up and down the street yelling "Extra, extra, read all about it". I am not sure why they said "Extra, extra" but they must have had a reason. Maybe it meant they had an extra big paper that day because of the big news story. Anyway I digress.<br />
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The other day as I was walking around dressed as a flying cat. I am not sure why I made up a flying cat, but it sort of seemed to be a cool idea at the time. Anyway I just happened to see someone I had seen on TV, thus I knew he must be important since being on TV makes all people important. I thought I should try my had at being a news reporter and ask some serious questions. So I changed from a flying cat into a sort of preppy looking guy since I knew people were not as willing to give flying cats an interview.<br />
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Here is my EXCLUSIVE interview. You can re-print it if you are the Washington Post, or CNN or something like that. Just be sure to give me a by-line. Speaking of lines, my line is the part that says "Reporter", although you probably can figure that part out.<br />
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Reporter: Mr. DT, welcome to virtual reality.<br />
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The D: Thank you, as you know I am winning big, really big.<br />
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Reporter: Yes we can see. Why do you think that is?<br />
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The D: Well as you know I know how to get things done.<br />
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Reporter: How do you get things done?<br />
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The D: Well it's easy. All you need to do is think you are doing things and they will get done by magic. That's how I made millions.<br />
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The Reporter: Yeah but didn't some businesses fail?<br />
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The D: Sure, but that's business. The important thing is to have a big ego. And I have that. I mean I really have that. A big, and I mean really big ego. This country needs someone with a big ego. And I mean really big. I can negotiate great deals with other countries because my ego is bigger than other leaders. And so are my hands.<br />
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The Reporter: I heard that many women don't like how you come across. Do you think you need to worry about the female vote?<br />
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The D: That's ridiculous. Women love me. They absolutely love me.<br />
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The Reporter: But if you have enough money are you sure those aren't "professional" women who "love" you?<br />
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The D: Success is all a mater of having the power to deny the obvious. Just think about it. I look at myself it the mirror. I still think that I am that handsome man I was 40 years ago. I don't see any hair loss. I can't see my puffy belly. I have the power to deny the obvious. Women may think I am a jerk. Once again I have the power to deny the obvious.<br />
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The Reporter: Well I guess am speechless so I will have to end the interview.<br />
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Reporters footnote: News reporters drink a lot of coffee. I found this last image on the Internet, so please forgive me for stealing it but it was really a cool little cartoon picture.<br />
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I haven’t written anything for a zillion years. I know it. The Internet is filled with dead blogs, blogs that started out with the bloggers typing away thinking they may be the next William Shakespeare or something, and then the blogger goes off into blog limbo land. People who are reading the blog say “I wonder why this blog just stopped? Perhaps the blogger was abducted by space people in a flying saucer or stepped in a sink hole”.<br />
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Speaking of sink holes, <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-33940661">this sinkhole</a> came up as a topic at a dance I went to. I will get to it later. Since you have gotten this far in this post you probably have nothing better to do than to sit at your computer reading a bunch of nonsense — you are obviously not busy saving the world from evil, curing incurable diseases, or feeding your cat — so here it all comes.<br />
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Tonight I thought I would look around to find a dance to go to. I saw a place but I wasn’t sure if anyone spoke English. Sometimes I get nervous about doing things that may make me feel like a dingbat. In fact I will bet a lot of people are afraid of doing things that may make them look like a dingbat. (I am not exactly sure what a “dingbat” is — does it mean bats in the belfry?) Anyway there are times in a person’s life when you must just simply not allow your inner dingbat bell to ring, and have no fear of what people think.<br />
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Anyway at the dance Chris Blackheart mentioned the sinkhole in the link above. I thought there was a Beatles’ song about holes in Manchester, but I was wrong. It was four thousand holes in Blackburn Lancashire. Anyway again I guess it wasn’t that important. And anyway number three I think I will put this post to bed, as they say in the newspaper biz.<br />
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Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-52682447811759057962014-10-13T17:00:00.001-07:002014-10-13T17:59:23.711-07:00Smarty Pants and Stupid Heads<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you have just started to read this post you may be thinking "as I am now spending my valuable time running my eyeballs across these words and attempting to glean a potential meaning, I wonder if this cerebral activity is of any value to my goal as a fulfilled human at one with the cosmos or is this simply a waste of resources that will have the same effect as eating potato chips and watching dribble on TV"? - then I will tell you to read no further. I fully intend to waste your time on another useless post.<br />
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I have not been in SL for a while. If you look at the last time I said anything you will think I vanished. But I came back the other night and found a whole lot of stuff was sort of different. A lot of my landmarks changed. When I went there I found they were turned into Walmarts and stuff.<br />
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Anyway I wonder why people say such and such is a "smarty pants" and such and such is a "stupid head"? I would think pants are not smart, and a head is smart. In fact the more I think of this, I think "speedy pants" comes in as another expression into this soup of goofy glob.<br />
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My friend Leigh Eel was on the other night but I didn't get to spend much time with him since it was late. He is a centaur. That is quite a classical thing to be. But when I was a kid I used to think about centaurs sometimes. If the neck is a human torso and they have four legs then they have six appendages if you count the arms, sort of like and an insect. I guess in ancient Greece they didn't waste time thinking of that. I guess they need all their legs for standing and stuff.<br />
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This leads me to a concern I always had about cartoons. I thought it was weird that Donald Duck only had three fingers. Someone told me that it made it easier to draw and since Walt Disney paid by the finger he ordered only three finger characters. Walt believed in pinching his pennies I guess.<br />
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Anyway by the time you have gotten to this part of the post you have come to the realization that you have wasted your time reading a complete bunch of nonsense. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-52699848848329209082013-09-06T15:44:00.001-07:002013-09-06T15:48:53.034-07:00Triangle CarsLife is just this merry-go-round that keeps going and going, that can go fast and slow. Once I saw this Alfred Hitchcock movie where a bad guy pulled the speed control of a merry-go-round to the fast speed and all the children started screaming. Also once I saw an old cartoon where the merry-go-round went so fast it flew up into outer space. But I guess the lesson is that the merry-go-rounds can slow down too.<br />
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Since my merry-go-round seemed to slow, I took a few minutes and came into existence in SL. In fact I came back the other day and forgot how to control stuff. I forgot what stuff to do to do what. It was just like being in a car but forgetting how to drive. I saw my friend Franziskus Ninetails who I have known for a zillion years and said hello.<br />
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Not remembering how to do things and driving cars made me think of how people in some countries drive on the right and some on the left. That in itself would make me confused but having a car with the driver's side on the left rather than the right (eek - I mean <i>right</i> rather than <i>left</i> ) would blow my mind I think. I think if you could hold a mirror against your head it would be easier.<br />
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So I came up with an invention that I call "Triangle Cars". These cars would not have a passenger seat next to the driver. The <i>only</i> seat would be for the driver, exactly in the center of the vehicle. When I am driving I don't want someone next to me talking because I am not so good a driver and need to focus on good driving techniques and not making chit-chat. I need to look straight ahead and watch out for fools. In the driving world most other drivers fall into the fool bucket.<br />
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These new cars would have only one front seat (for the driver) and 2 passenger seats in the back. That way the passengers could run their mouths about any goof ball craziness that popped into their heads and the driver would not have to listen. Since there was only one seat in the front and two in the back, they would be called triangle cars. The good feature is that the same car can be used for all countries. This could save a lot of money.<br />
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Well I am not sure if anybody reads any of this nonsense, but if you just did, thanks for reading. <br />
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<br />Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-59374806454945405292012-12-29T16:26:00.000-08:002013-02-24T15:26:54.055-08:00Fork In The Road<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well I've been away for a while.<br />
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Once upon a time two guys were running a TV station and they were looking for something to put on the late-late-late show. There names were Joe and Moe. Actually there names are not really important, it's just that I wanted to give them names so you can put a visual picture in your head.<br />
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Anyway Joe said to Moe, "Hey what really old movie do you want to run tonight for the late-late-late show"?<br />
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Moe reached at the top shelve of the really old movie shelf and pulled a Jimmy Stewart movie about some guy who wishes he was never alive and an angel shows him what would happen if he were never alive. (now days everyone has seen that movie but this was before it was a cult classic)<br />
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The really goofy part of this is that the late-late-late show was in July not Christmas. Anyway in those days people didn't have anything better to do but stay up late watching old movies on TV.<br />
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But the really cool thing about this movie is that it was sort of like an episode of the <i>Twilight Zone</i>. It makes you think about how we run into certain people for some odd reason and wonder what would happen if you never ran into them.<br />
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Anyway this post really doesn't have too much of a point to it. Moe pulled the old movie in a can off the shelf and blew off the dust with a whale-like sound. That is because whales blow air out of their blow holes with a deep hiss sound. Thar she blows! Some people make whale sounds when they frustrated, blowing air out --- <i>hiss!</i> Anyway the whale noise has nothing to do with this story. This story is about the effect we have on other people and they have on us. Maybe we run into people by chance or maybe it is for some purpose.<br />
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Anyway I have had some things that have kept me away form SL, but went back the other day and spoke to my friend Leigh Eel. I was glad to see him. I hope to catch up with other people too.<br />
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A long time ago people used to write pop music all about mellow happy stuff, then a bunch of people with more of an edge came on the scene. I am not sure why people wrote songs about people they know that have died. but for reasons I don't understand this song always stuck in my mind. Don't get me wrong, I want to live a long time. It is sort of a odd way to cleanse yourself or something. <br />
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Well, sorry for sounding morbid, I really am in a happy state of mind. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-70400577932011968602012-04-26T16:01:00.000-07:002016-11-28T18:30:13.162-08:00Some Things Have No MeaningOnce there was this really cool city where hamsters lived called Hamsterdam. When I first heard of the name in my brain I went to search and found that some one already thought of the name.<br />
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Oh well anyway I shall continue my story since if you go through life with the fear of not being original than you just go through life.
Anyway these hamsters just ran on the wheel all day. One may come to the idea that running on the wheel is of no value but we humans go to stupid jobs, do stupid activities, and so on which is basically just running on the wheel just like hamsters.<br />
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I saw a show on Mark Twain on TV the other night. Everyone thought he was sort of a humorous writer but in the show he was very sad at the end of his life. His daughter and wife had died.<br />
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I guess life is up and down. Sometimes I think about the ancient Egyptians pharaohs and how they freaked out when they realized they would die and turn into dust and built giant pyramids. I guess since I had a philosophy that we only know people in <a href="http://rammy-urriah.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-only-know-people-in-slices.html">slices</a>, I am at a certain slice that is not typical of the complete package. This is just a normal thing we all think of, turning into dust and all that.<br />
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Anyway I wanted to put something up since Edie Haskell has a link to my site and he only links to people who stay current :-). Also I wanted to be sure all my friends are doing well. I hope everybody remembers what is really important in the world - Barbies that sing. Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-18340837351418346262012-03-05T05:15:00.000-08:002012-03-05T05:15:20.861-08:00Goodbye For NowHello Readers, I am sorry but due to real world issues I must say good bye for now. (will still try to check e-mail) Hope the best for everyone - RammyRammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-60037404179300939162012-03-01T15:46:00.001-08:002012-03-01T15:47:37.231-08:00I Give UpI am going to give up my attempt to volunteer at Fantasy Pride, it is too crazy to volunteer for stuff I think. I feel like I am knocked around too much or something. I think maybe I had better not ever volunteer ever again for anything! Maybe I am not very smart or something.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-68869668221422142122012-02-23T16:44:00.001-08:002012-03-01T21:05:35.399-08:00Fantasy Pride 2012 Stay TunedGreville Oh asked me to help with Fantasy Pride 2012. I figured since this blog is a good place to post stuff I would put details here along with in world. In case you are an SL merchant and want to support acceptance and tolerance worldwide for all same sex unions worldwide this is a good opportunity.<br />
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This is the third year for Fantasy Pride. Last year there were 1200 visitors. This year the shops will be right at the entrance, so the supporting merchants will get maximum exposure.<br />
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Anyway I will talk more on this in coming posts, including details that the great SEO gods in the cosmic Internet can read about your business. If you are a merchant and want to grab a spot before they are all taken you can call me on the SL telephone (A.K.A. IM chat). <br />
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Stay tuned...Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-23281910927749218342012-02-09T16:02:00.000-08:002012-02-09T16:02:32.122-08:00Laying On A Bed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4R0WsA6GxjMhz6xBFrDDWQNlJGonvQgfGEgoiAvKT6csCTwXtdEKoq1JQNAh4bLw5Tjn_paWu1zGDkWu_DnDYU5cNuROCOHCGSZ405eQSNEXAhaJy1Sk7p5najCKS1iZ1saisAHdD9sK1/s1600/rammy_on_bed.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4R0WsA6GxjMhz6xBFrDDWQNlJGonvQgfGEgoiAvKT6csCTwXtdEKoq1JQNAh4bLw5Tjn_paWu1zGDkWu_DnDYU5cNuROCOHCGSZ405eQSNEXAhaJy1Sk7p5najCKS1iZ1saisAHdD9sK1/s320/rammy_on_bed.png" width="320" /></a></div>Sometimes I just start stuff and don't know what it will end up when I am done. I guess this crazy post is one of those "I don't know where I am going" posts. I have been feeling sort of lost the past few days. I think all people sometimes get lost and then they find their direction again. I guess it is like when you go walking in the woods and then eventually find the path.<br />
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Anyway once there were two friends who each had different points of view about how to teach children how to dance with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hula_hoop">hula hoops</a>. They were named <a href="http://symboldictionary.net/?p=2530">Joachim and Boaz</a>. (don't worry dear readers this story is going to fall into a big mess when I get through with it!) Anyway Joachim thought that using a hula hoop should be very co-originated, one should start with the hips to the right and the hoop to the left, and then rotated in a very mechanical yet well thought out system. Thinking things out in good logical systems makes good sense thought Joachim.<br />
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Boaz thought the best way to learn to use the hula hoop was to "feel" the centrifugal force and let the "shoop shoop" sound abstractly move the body. I guess both of them had a point.<br />
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I never could get hula hoops right. I could only shoop shoop shoop shoop and then the hula hoop would fall to my ankles. But I could roller skate OK. I was never good enough to do tricks or anything but at least I could do well enough to not fall down, at least not too often.<br />
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Well I don't get to SL too much, and when I do it is just for a short time. I went to some parties where people danced and stuff. They are fun. But I wanted to take a picture (see above) of me just laying on a bed. I guess life is a balance of just doing lots of cool stuff and laying on a bed. Both have their place.<br />
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Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-14164783102685868382011-12-22T17:30:00.000-08:002011-12-22T17:30:54.518-08:00An Educational Post For The Holidays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuKFvKUkEkQ/TvPZEItJQmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lL9equXqeaE/s1600/xmasflamingo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuKFvKUkEkQ/TvPZEItJQmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lL9equXqeaE/s400/xmasflamingo.png" width="322" /></a></div>I have been sort of lonely since I haven't seen many friends these days, I think they are all busy doing stuff. So I decided to send out a happy holiday greeting to all and hope everyone is feeling good. (I was actually born several years ago during Christmas) Anyway I guess a lot of people don't know all the details about the holiday and since I think it is important to put educational stuff in a blog, here is how Christmas is celebrated around the world.<br />
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In Great Britain this guy, whose name was Guy, tried to put a bomb in Parliament on the 26th of December - but the bomb didn't go off. His name was Guy Faults. Well it turned out a big mess, and all the members of Parliament got mad at him and they all got into a big boxing match. The British still to this day celebrate Boxing Day on the 26th.<br />
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In the United States Christmas is officially started when they show a TV show called <i>Rudolph the Red Nosed Rain Deer</i>, which is made with these moving puppet things that jerk move around doing stuff in the snow. This show has Burl Ives inside of a snowman. He was a guy who sang folk songs and a lot of people thought people who sang folk songs were communists. In those days some people were freaked out about communists. These people have now been replaced by people who are freaked out about UFOs.<br />
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Anyway Burl Ives used to live with the actor Harry Morgan, who sadly passed away last week. I liked Harry Morgan and was sad to hear this, but he was blessed with a long life. I liked his character on MASH but I didn't like his character on Dragnet so much since I though it made the police look like <i>goody two-shoes</i>. I am not sure the term "goody two-shoes" will translate into any thing sensible if you are translating this blog post into Japanese.<br />
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Any way getting back to Rudolph and how this fits into everything. In the US when people get together for a holiday party, the parties always end up in a big fight every year. Some of the people think the title should be "Rudolph the Red Nose Rain Deer" and another group think it should be "Rudolph the Red Nosed Rain Deer" (past tense <i>nosed</i>). Often these fights are similar to the British tradition of Boxing Day.<br />
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Perhaps the best celebration traditions of Christmas come from Germany. The Germans were the ones who invented the Christmas tree. Beaucoup <i class="azul">Weihnachtsplätzchen</i><span class="azul">s are enjoyed by all the kids. I think people who don't usually like Christmas should take a trip to Germany anyway since all the little toys are so cute and so clever.</span><br />
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<span class="azul">In South and Central America Papa Noel will come and leave a present under your pillow. Papa Noel is usually dressed in a red guayaberra shirt which is more sensible attire for that part of the world. I don't know too many more details on this part of the world, other than llamas are decorated with red hats with a white puff. The llamas eventually pull the hats off and eat them since llamas don't understand the holiday season.</span><br />
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<span class="azul">Well I hope I was able to waste some of your time and shed some light on how the Christmas holiday is celebrated in different parts of the world. </span>Please feel free to offer any other traditions that I may have missed.<span class="azul"> I hope for much happiness for all. </span>Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-74448618186683866022011-12-16T16:58:00.000-08:002011-12-16T16:58:32.029-08:00We Humans Are All Pianos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl828esXA4QVfeJyuJGuXzJlIbZsW6gJxYuCHgVENOx0MUzGMD9TwlAWNEC47QouUFUaWVtUVt4OEi02EKHuD1YWBMf6yLdD4WY7sQdNq97FPRCyxbxt4jNAl4xllYap90fr1hiRfB2uf/s1600/rammyatpiano.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl828esXA4QVfeJyuJGuXzJlIbZsW6gJxYuCHgVENOx0MUzGMD9TwlAWNEC47QouUFUaWVtUVt4OEi02EKHuD1YWBMf6yLdD4WY7sQdNq97FPRCyxbxt4jNAl4xllYap90fr1hiRfB2uf/s320/rammyatpiano.png" width="320" /></a></div>I was thinking the other day that I was feeling like a piano. Not that I wanted to play a piano but <i>that I was a piano</i>. And that I guess we are all just pianos, with our keys ready to be played by any one who happens to be walking along and says "I see a piano to play." Some people know how to play our keys real well but others are just key bangers that are annoying.<br />
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You may note with the picture that I am wearing horns. There is nothing wrong with choosing to wear horns, but this really has nothing to do with this blog post. <br />
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But getting back to pianos, one thing that I have noticed is that a lot of people keep their lids closed. This is good in that no one will play your keys but it also means that no one who really knows how to play well will be able to play on you. So there you sit in the piano store with no opportunity to be played, but never risking a bad player playing some really hack rendition of a piece of music.<br />
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I guess when we watch TV or the read the news or go to our stupid jobs at work or what ever, we have our keys exposed to the world and must deal with a bunch of nit-wits who will try to play our keys. In fact even when you go to the store or even just try to walk somewhere there are people who think it is OK to just try to play your keys with out any real respect of the beautiful music that you can make as a human being. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmtpsIhNWGXzpMewMM4aQe0ZjorfEvluBYuT6kFkVdEnsaiXkWfP5txaZZdEXvIP9Fp0xte5Od2BaIhHwshv4wVjqPtWPFZbZe7WpKFOLO19UODpCiuIf7Q-UM4iYOd0vrZDZKYUGwNDZ/s1600/franzfamily.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmtpsIhNWGXzpMewMM4aQe0ZjorfEvluBYuT6kFkVdEnsaiXkWfP5txaZZdEXvIP9Fp0xte5Od2BaIhHwshv4wVjqPtWPFZbZe7WpKFOLO19UODpCiuIf7Q-UM4iYOd0vrZDZKYUGwNDZ/s200/franzfamily.png" width="200" /></a></div>I wonder why human beings invented crazy stuff, like why did humans invent music? I mean it is really weird that it is based on all that math and notes and timing and all. I guess that a lot of years ago a bunch of humans were sitting around and one of them invented music and the other humans said "hey that bunch of sounds is really cool and I think this invention should follow human civilization around all over the world" and the human who invented music said "hey, thanks a lot."<br />
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My friend Franz gave me a music box that has a picture of his family when you open it. When they were taking this picture they had just loaded up a lot of logs in the fire place and it became so hot that they had to take a lot of their clothes off. I though I would put it in my house but I realized I it was not rotation friendly - but I fixed it and here it is in this picture.<br />
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I hope everybody is having a good end of year holiday and that if you live south of the equator that you are having a great summer. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-54643911147629362332011-11-04T16:42:00.000-07:002011-11-04T16:42:38.549-07:00The Oxymoronity of Black Lights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IwrH4LS8kZ5oRYi1EwgbxKitV-vRTkWJYfWnbYU1j_ExA_kg-4dvaycLf9sRoiUt4DlwolbKP6JCHDrTc4wzFlklFtg0Z_4qRUtZUrzfzPRNkR9QJ7qPocqJGwSe_b6ht5EGIbNxgdh3/s1600/fr0z.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IwrH4LS8kZ5oRYi1EwgbxKitV-vRTkWJYfWnbYU1j_ExA_kg-4dvaycLf9sRoiUt4DlwolbKP6JCHDrTc4wzFlklFtg0Z_4qRUtZUrzfzPRNkR9QJ7qPocqJGwSe_b6ht5EGIbNxgdh3/s320/fr0z.png" width="199" /></a></div>Last night I went over to the store of someone I met a long time ago, Fr0zenHawk Effingham. It is called CoudWhat? and is located <a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kuttara/33/232/21">here</a>. There is a lot of stuff that reminded me of black lights, which caused some small machine in my brain to think "if white is light, how can it be black?" This small machine located in a tucked away corner just behind the eyeballs occasionally chugs out useless wanderings that are of no real value. We both talked a bit about eyeballs. I am not sure why but eyeballs have been the subject of artists for a zillion years. If you ever want to make a scary picture just put a big eyeball in it.<br />
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Anyway I made a picture of Fr0 (see right) but since I was feeling it needed a dash of trip vibe to the scene I adjusted it a bit.<br />
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Now I think the time has come to speak of ants. Yes those little six legged intruders into the sanctum of a human's shelter that crawl around like little explorers with one sole purpose, to find food. Once they used to sell these ant farms to kids (I am not sure if they still do) and the kids could look at ants do ant-like things all day long. However since there was no way to insert commercials into the ant farm, their use was limited in the minds of the corporate establishment. Kids who never had ant farms never saw the little ants:<br />
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<li>fetch small ant eggs for omletes</li>
<li>milk the little ant cows for fresh dairy products, like ant milk, ant yogurt, and best of all ant ice cream.</li>
</ol>Anyway I think Salvador Dali had many ants in his pictures. Maybe ants get in our dreams at night or something. I think I am getting too ridiculous tonight so I better stop. I hope everyone is doing well and not stressed out about a lot of useless stuff that is truly unworthy of your time. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-72931557285558156442011-10-27T15:57:00.000-07:002011-10-27T16:44:17.728-07:00Zombies Are Everywhere<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bLpcdN6baLod7ZTjq9Qh5HBv6ObO6NU_MiKvXs8QIAB3f6DVzz-JYxkPmKs4Fem9nTdOI9oYQ-i5PLL_uRyYI6UNgIAf_CiIsdut29QoZb-24VGdGjsR4lYDCRj4FxfIuZV4aSTlEnww/s1600/zombiespic.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bLpcdN6baLod7ZTjq9Qh5HBv6ObO6NU_MiKvXs8QIAB3f6DVzz-JYxkPmKs4Fem9nTdOI9oYQ-i5PLL_uRyYI6UNgIAf_CiIsdut29QoZb-24VGdGjsR4lYDCRj4FxfIuZV4aSTlEnww/s320/zombiespic.png" width="320" /></a></div>I met with my friend Franz last night and he wrote about the <a href="http://fanziskus-second-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/zombies.html">ZOMBIES!!!</a> We were at a place that I am not sure was officially opened for Halloween but that's OK. He gave me a "ahh!" animation and I put it on and took this picture but it was hard to get all the action to happen at the same time. In this place these people with bloody teeth and hands that stick out move close to you and want something from you but you don't know what.<br />
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Sometimes I get mad at stuff and think that many people in the world are just zombies, moving along with out thinking about anything, just watching stupid stuff on television. In fact all television is is just a bunch of advertisements that say "buy this" or "do that". But people still watch it. Once I saw a movie called <i>The Manchurian Candidate</i>, a suspense thriller about an attempt to assassinate a factious president of the United States. The really freaky thing about this movie is that it was made right before President Kennedy got shot. But what was really good was that someone <i>actually</i> wrote a script, not just hired a bunch of nerdy techies to do a lot of gratuitous explosions that light up the screen with sonic rumbles that you can feel through the floor causing you to spill your drink and make your popcorn fly up in the air in a eruption of fake butter yellow coated particles.<br />
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Anyway if you get a chance to see this movie you should. (I guess I am giving movie reviews now!) But the line I always remember is: "<i>the human race is divided into two distinct and irreconcilable groups: those that walk into rooms and automatically turn television sets on, and those that walk into rooms and automatically turn them off.</i>" Unfortunately the turn on segment is rapidly outnumbering the turn off segment.<br />
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Oh well so much for my opinions. But if you have your TV set turned off you are on the road to nirvana in my mind. Thanks for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-46930754318316474042011-10-20T17:06:00.000-07:002011-10-20T17:18:48.318-07:00We Only Know People In Slices<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VfCorSbT_WYaPXxDlQnf6CPb5ix8pogPQmE1CpMBIgJbBp9n8oCkWtdkMaZjgXAJWrG2vbk8qjKoMjIte0pZQIqFUzRiRx_xFXnwTK90srAl2ZwoJl61JGF8wtGmqoY8w3lA6yfzKCkd/s1600/badvibeshield.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VfCorSbT_WYaPXxDlQnf6CPb5ix8pogPQmE1CpMBIgJbBp9n8oCkWtdkMaZjgXAJWrG2vbk8qjKoMjIte0pZQIqFUzRiRx_xFXnwTK90srAl2ZwoJl61JGF8wtGmqoY8w3lA6yfzKCkd/s320/badvibeshield.png" width="320" /></a></div>Once someone told me that he thought people all live in boxes and you only know the side of the box that you can see since you are in a box as well. I guess when you deal with all that x, y, and z stuff you start thinking like a box head.<br />
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Once I had an idea for this really cool globe thing that you could wear and it would say "Bad Vibe Shield" and would rotate around you to magically prevent some other person's bad vibes from polluting your inner space. I though maybe some people would pay Lindens for them and give them as gifts and I could have enough money to build a huge shopping mall and be like that monopoly man with the white mustache and the top hat. Then I thought I would just give them away. But I could never make the rotation do what I wanted to and it turned out to be a big goofy thing that didn't work right. I make a lot of things that end up sort of goofy. I never showed it to anyone except once my friend Franz saw it in progress once.<br />
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I kept the "Bad Vibe Shield" texture I made and used it to keep people from falling off the edge of a platform I built. It is one of those textures that you can see through.<br />
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Anyway I have not written much so I thought I should put some logs on the fire of this blog and say some stuff about knowing people in our minds and about art and anything else that would get a fire glowing in the fireplace in the cosmic blog-o-sphere. <br />
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I used to come to SL a lot in the beginning and stay for hours. It really tripped me out to see a virtual reality and to be able to dress up in clothes you can make up and do anything you wanted to. Now I just come for a while and my time schedule is not such that I see many friends any more. But I keep thinking about knowing people in boxes. I think of it as knowing people in slices. All of the humans who did not make friends died out many years ago since the humans who had the "friend" tendency formed tribes to fight off saber toothed tigers and such. The ones that stayed by themselves did not last so long. Thus the Rammy Urriah theory. But I don't think we ever really know people all the way, just a slice of them.<br />
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Now for more of the "slice" theory. Sometimes when you have a friend who lives away that you only talk to by phone, you only can tell how their life is by the slice they give you when they call. If they call on a bad day and they seem very sad or upset you end up thinking "yikes, X is doing very bad!" (I use the "X" to designate that it could actually be anyone but you dear readers already know that so my putting this stupid comment in the middle is sort of ridiculous - so please ignore this useless comment) Anyway my thinking is that we know people by the sum of their slices, so we hope that the slices we are given are a good representation of the whole.<br />
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Well anyway I hope that everyone is doing well and finding life good. This is my slice of me tonight. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-68319807649184579582011-10-05T16:26:00.000-07:002011-10-05T16:45:44.773-07:00Mad Beyond Words!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJvRON7NN92wVEPaIxq-DR780mHn6yvH4N90WIcp0YINKptp_wzICg4-BViJGCNlLxwI17fs3YbeXXXzByEBw9JNcYJGQhhnqAOP7ZfvvOvQGPGx8j4tYctWH5TTPTQBZrqRoXzJBECCE/s1600/smallperson.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJvRON7NN92wVEPaIxq-DR780mHn6yvH4N90WIcp0YINKptp_wzICg4-BViJGCNlLxwI17fs3YbeXXXzByEBw9JNcYJGQhhnqAOP7ZfvvOvQGPGx8j4tYctWH5TTPTQBZrqRoXzJBECCE/s400/smallperson.png" width="400" /></a></div>I am really mad. I am so mad that I am going to sound like some sort of volcano blogger that just vents and spits out like a grouch pot. (I am not sure what a "grouch pot" is - but it sounds like how I feel)<br />
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I was editing something in Second Life and the ^$#@~'s that came out with the computer interface who obviously are are a pack of nit-wit zombies who either don't understand appropriate human computer interface or are just in need to collect a fat paycheck to afford their overpriced San Francisco hill shacks don't understand the value of undo. I somehow (accidentally) deleted something elaborate that I was working on and there is no logical "undo" of a deletion. Yes I know there is a "control-z" but it is poorly implemented and may or may not restore. It is no wonder why people who are creative are abandoning this platform like air from a tire on a bicycle that just ran over a nail.<br />
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Why is is that in most standard computer interfaces when you want to undo something you can? Is it that we as are supposed to feel the "user" is simply not as "smart" as the people who are the brilliant computer genius engineers who wrote the *&*#^! software!<br />
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At this point I am not sure I even care any more. I am so &@^#*ing mad that I don't want to every create anything. Maybe this is why creative people are losing interest in Second Life. I hope some Linden god reads this!<br />
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Well don't worry dear readers, I will cool down in a few minutes. I am not really a hot-head by nature. But I am so mad now that I am thinking that I perhaps had better not post this. But wait a minute, why not? (as you can tell dear readers your poster is not afraid of voicing an opinion) OK here is this post.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-64291435098405841982011-09-24T15:51:00.000-07:002011-09-24T15:51:02.101-07:00Where Are We In the Cosmos?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlp3BHsShm2u6wzZ-LAHzPHqW0GgQWkH4cDLksIodxRhzuuYdZQVSxLrtRH4bJ74qjRIR8GhgJZpVjb_u03jZRXoS2DRqRzXFTgSu6AooDx7pmWVSn58KxLwZtsU0fQOOruJ7F-Tptv665/s1600/rammyandpinky.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlp3BHsShm2u6wzZ-LAHzPHqW0GgQWkH4cDLksIodxRhzuuYdZQVSxLrtRH4bJ74qjRIR8GhgJZpVjb_u03jZRXoS2DRqRzXFTgSu6AooDx7pmWVSn58KxLwZtsU0fQOOruJ7F-Tptv665/s320/rammyandpinky.png" /></a></div>There. How's that for a wild post title? You know what I really hate are people who say stupid stuff in group IM's and blast them out to all group members. Some of those group members may be doing something important such as clipping their toenails and do not want to hear that blabbing. OK I know that sometimes I say stuff that is stupid in an open chat at a party (but not in a group IM) and then after I think about it I say to myself "eek! that was not a good thing to say" but alas, as in RL, if we never said stuff, be it goofy or not, we would live in a land of people with tape over their mouths. If you are a school teacher you may want to put tape over kid's mouths but I think that is against the law.<br />
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I haven't posted for a while, but then again I really had nothing worthwhile to say. I have taken a picture of me outside my house standing next to pinky the flamingo. The house is sort of odd in that it is rather goth and I am not really a goth person but it was what was here and it is very nice. There are skeleton heads over the windows.<br />
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Now this part of the post is about stuff that may not be of any great importance to your life but here it is anyway. Do you know that if the normal life expectancy is, say 77, that means:<br />
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<b>77 years times 365 = we will may see 28,105 sunrises.</b><br />
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(Of course if you sleep until noon this theory is thrown out the window!) I guess that also means 28,105 sunsets too. If it is rainy then I guess there are not that many. I guess the bottom line is that stupid stuff that happens in the middle of the day is not very important. Maybe I should find some group I belong to and paste all these goofy thoughts in and blast them out. Don't worry I won't do that, I do have class with a capital K. (That's from a Cab Calloway song)<br />
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I hope everyone is doing well and that you are enjoying your 28,105 sunrises and sunsets. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-2975942871326616752011-08-16T16:05:00.000-07:002011-08-16T16:27:08.041-07:00An Advertisement for My Friend Franz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbFC7zGBJELzCa3yujiVIFYq2WJBlTEtPj7LaBHkgtnd8AuH1OO9xGoTRuOo6hYCaBVIdXyk_djY5_dg59VovDSFrGxXXfnsnhZR3VrMnNzoYrcsgYN83YCbitU2kYFFK2dSWHdVU8mu8/s1600/franzstore.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbFC7zGBJELzCa3yujiVIFYq2WJBlTEtPj7LaBHkgtnd8AuH1OO9xGoTRuOo6hYCaBVIdXyk_djY5_dg59VovDSFrGxXXfnsnhZR3VrMnNzoYrcsgYN83YCbitU2kYFFK2dSWHdVU8mu8/s320/franzstore.png" width="320" /></a></div>Last night I visited my friend Franziskus Ninetails (who is a famous celebrity in SL) and he was telling me about his houses that he has built and are at his store. Here is the <a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mousetrap/139/92/500">place </a>to go to find them. You should go there if you want a house with a medieval flair, the prices are quite reasonable.<br />
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I took a picture of one of the houses that was rezzed by the rezzing machine. Here we are looking at it.<br />
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Last night I was feeling sort of lost in RL and SL so I just wondered around sending IMs to people who I had not spoken to for a long time. I guess we all feel lost in the universe from time to time. We humans are interesting animals. We are hard wired to be social with each other since the humans who did not form communities were eaten by saber-toothed tigers many years ago.<br />
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I told my friend Franz that I will put a link to his store on my blog that zillions of people read. (LOL) This next part may seem to have nothing to do with this post but it does. I really hate when people throw chewed up chewing gum on the street or parking lot. When you step in it it sticks to your shoe and you say &*%#@! chewing gum! - what sort of stupid jerk threw it out like this!!! Sometimes in life stuff is just like that chewing gum, it sticks to your mind. Chewing gum on the shoe is not a good thing but the metaphor is. Sometimes things stick to us. But not in a bad way like chewing gum, but just in a way. I often wonder as we go through life if there is a cosmic chewing gum on the shoe system that we meet people in our lives.<br />
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Well anyway I should have thought this crazy post through more before I typed it in. But the nice things about posts that are not thought out is that you can see the person who typed it in better. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-22373634430847150502011-08-06T14:54:00.000-07:002011-08-06T14:54:25.707-07:00Bananas and Their Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquAKE8lmOE12u07r6by9RbaEm8twXug5erw0HBFurKqcuW5rW45qVjPEvr0x9vDsFoiyopVx6alTKUSp1CpXSd8VtLgxDmmn8uW944BT2pnkgIYAJOmbYLtHCNyOCypmMzmYjBR13LBb7/s1600/Banana_Tree.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquAKE8lmOE12u07r6by9RbaEm8twXug5erw0HBFurKqcuW5rW45qVjPEvr0x9vDsFoiyopVx6alTKUSp1CpXSd8VtLgxDmmn8uW944BT2pnkgIYAJOmbYLtHCNyOCypmMzmYjBR13LBb7/s320/Banana_Tree.png" width="265" /></a></div>Sometimes when a person sits down to write stuff they just have to say "hey maybe it is better for my mind to run free." I think that is a good philosophy. Maybe I should run for office. But then again I think to do well in politics you must let your "mouth" run free, I don't think your mind is really a component.<br />
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I jointed a group my friend Gordon suggested called "<strong style="font-weight: normal;">Miscreants' Academy." I is fun to play different things. Our brains make us play different things, sort of like dreams I guess. I feel sorry for people who don't know what the concept of play is. They are people who are very unhappy are not so much fun on the sensual and biological interaction side. Since this is a "G" rated blog I will let the readers interpret further on that statement.</strong><br />
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<strong style="font-weight: normal;">Anyway I digress. The whole point of this post is about bananas. I actually had a real banana tree in my back yard once. The bananas were the little ones that they don't sell in stores. There are many philosophies about selecting bananas in the store. If you go to the store you see bananas in "hands" - that's what I call the groups of six or seven that are still connected. (that may even be a real term - it sort of sounds like a real term) There are some people that just snap off one or two from the hand. They unconsciously plop them in their shopping cart and move on. </strong><br />
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<strong style="font-weight: normal;">Now this part is going to sound goofy - but I guess this must add something to the total picture of who I am. I can never pull some bananas off from their little banana group. That is because I feel very sorry for the bananas - that they are torn away from their friends. I know that is crazy because I take them home and eat them, but it is hard to break them up. I have been thinking about this wacko theory for a few days now, and I think it is due to my feeling that humans have friends and that friends are some cosmic connection of some sort.</strong><br />
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<strong style="font-weight: normal;">Well thank you for taking the time to read this post. </strong>Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-6140852096732717502011-07-04T16:29:00.000-07:002011-07-04T16:45:50.785-07:00Anteaters Are Always Welcome At Picnics<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9LOf3DImIwSc4s7JOf4Sc5TwoQb8pVAphh4yqDIQUJmllrwg1nV4mGFceRu4aaf06FXwaT9cyL9aZWZRIkrJchdIM_L4aIrTXUWzE9fYS3b0Ir6j9C5kRvke6fMVgOi9imwSAQOAeo1U/s1600/gordon_rammy.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9LOf3DImIwSc4s7JOf4Sc5TwoQb8pVAphh4yqDIQUJmllrwg1nV4mGFceRu4aaf06FXwaT9cyL9aZWZRIkrJchdIM_L4aIrTXUWzE9fYS3b0Ir6j9C5kRvke6fMVgOi9imwSAQOAeo1U/s320/gordon_rammy.png" width="320" /></a></div>Even though this picture of my friend Gordon and myself has nothing to do with picnics, nor does it have anything to do with anteaters, I thought that would make a good title.<br />
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I haven't posted anything for a while but my theory is if you don't feel a post in the oven then you should not post stuff that is half-baked. Although I guess a lot of my baked stuff is half baked so maybe that theory doesn't work at this blog. Once at a pot luck dinner I brought an "experimental" dish. Sometimes this can make you the hit of the party - or - people can try the experiment and try very hard not to throw up in a volcano like eruption. This would be very similar to the ancient city of Vesuvius except that instead of being permanently encased in volcanic ash for future educational science TV shows, you would be covered in <i>vomitosity</i> of indescribable horror and the party would be ruined. (Vomitosity is a word I think should be included in the dictionary.)<br />
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Well here is the news. My friend Harter Fall made some cool stuff and you can see it <a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Donders/209/202/3783">here</a>. I wanted to put this in my blog since the blog robots of the search engine gods see these things and it adds a mark to the great cosmic book of virtual knowledge. I like it when people do things.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8q-K7vNCM4zFvycx_WBYyuJNghYIIqs6CGldmolPy38DjvM7SpQxlMk51FybxPuJy_oqDZHRk2C6qmlF3RyP65417UkTD-Wkmr3qIvl5WzBUpxPSa5M305UlPI3ACtz2tLcAOmxOBvgew/s1600/rammy_harter_scupt.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8q-K7vNCM4zFvycx_WBYyuJNghYIIqs6CGldmolPy38DjvM7SpQxlMk51FybxPuJy_oqDZHRk2C6qmlF3RyP65417UkTD-Wkmr3qIvl5WzBUpxPSa5M305UlPI3ACtz2tLcAOmxOBvgew/s320/rammy_harter_scupt.png" width="320" /></a> I went to a party the other day, it was a goth party. I don't have that much goth stuff but I found some skin and a cool black cape. When you are at a party it is sort of a strange thing. When you say something in open chat it is important to not say anything that may make people think you are a weirdo or anything. Sometimes I guess in both RL and SL we say things that are half-baked. But I guess we have to be balanced because if we always worry about the fear of the half-baked we would never open our mouths. I guess it is all a matter of knowing when to take the cake out of the oven.<br />
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I guess I don't have much to say aside from a bunch of goofy stuff. So I guess this is just a petite post tonight. I hope everyone is happy these days and is enjoying life on what ever cosmic level turns you on. Thank you for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-61368183063232313132011-06-04T15:32:00.000-07:002011-06-04T16:00:37.093-07:00The Naked Human<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7vGETGffWZXy-Khssuh8OGt1oOGyFzyWT2qxGsQ2Fx5z7YKWhg7c5MCky0sOHApSv8jmBa8mJKs70hSZXJKHEXfh6GCvxoesOBWEYVK0HvgfVEQEaz3ZatnFkl9dl-7QM7uL6CdXv2aU/s1600/glasses.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7vGETGffWZXy-Khssuh8OGt1oOGyFzyWT2qxGsQ2Fx5z7YKWhg7c5MCky0sOHApSv8jmBa8mJKs70hSZXJKHEXfh6GCvxoesOBWEYVK0HvgfVEQEaz3ZatnFkl9dl-7QM7uL6CdXv2aU/s320/glasses.png" width="292" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>Sometimes I think "Hmmm - what would a great title be for this post?" and come up with all sorts of things that probably are quite silly or <i>non-serious</i>. I wonder if there is a thing called <i>non-serious</i>. Many people would get real mad at people who are <i>non-serious</i>. These people are serious so they are type S and others are type NS. The type NS are fun to be around, but they have to be not TOO NS and have an S side that is a available so they will have an anchor to reality. That is important I guess.<br />
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Sometimes I write stuff about my friends in SL but I seem to be going off the deep end tonight. I made some really cool glasses (see picture). Then I was thinking about how people make themselves. Some people make themselves into fashion models. If you have the power to invent yourself then why not? But maybe inventing ourselves is the story of our naked self.<br />
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I think a lot of people who like to make money make a lot of money exploiting the way we want or need to invent ourselves. Maybe that is the great secret to making money. Maybe that is ALL making money is about. Well maybe or maybe not. A blog is just like a diary turned upside down. When you write in your diary it is locked up with a key and no one can read it. But a blog it is turned upside down, EVERYONE in the world can read it. I guess it all freaks me out. But as long as I can be an NS - all will be OK.<br />
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But don't worry dear readers - there is still even more to this crazy story! At one time people used to take picture with cameras with film. There were two types, the type where when you looked through the little window you looked through the lens, and those that you looked at the thing you wanted to take a picture of through a viewfinder. If you had a viewfinder then you had to be careful not to forget to remove the lens cap otherwise you would see what you wanted to take a picture of but the film would not. Many a great picture could be ruined by forgetting to take the lens cap off. All the photographers who had those types of cameras stuck together because they all needed to help each other to remember to take off the lens cap. The photographers would be at a beautiful vista snapping photos, but when they say one of their group had forgotten to take off the lens cap, they would all yell "LC, LC!". (LC = code words for "lens cap" - a secret code message)<br />
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I guess there must be a point to that goof-ball story and that is that in life I guess we must remember not to forget to take off the lens cap from time to time. And that wearing glasses is OK too. We are all naked and that's just the way it is.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-23912129143661635032011-05-27T16:39:00.000-07:002011-05-27T18:33:19.076-07:00Wedding!<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEWNv2SgAjVYKHRXukrOqaUiCpMEEXAkn9gwHgc6tM4qlLPViLBFVnwq6FBZnKWkpqz92RbtuN7DBsmgpmPYbqqnegg7MFt5VKR9NKllgjrak8hAnMXiX2h-yLJDgv0kRhtySRAY9vEtZ/s1600/wedding.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEWNv2SgAjVYKHRXukrOqaUiCpMEEXAkn9gwHgc6tM4qlLPViLBFVnwq6FBZnKWkpqz92RbtuN7DBsmgpmPYbqqnegg7MFt5VKR9NKllgjrak8hAnMXiX2h-yLJDgv0kRhtySRAY9vEtZ/s320/wedding.png" width="320" /></a></div>I couldn't come up with a good title for this post so I just called it "wedding!". I went to the wedding last night of <a href="http://teleny-macarthur.blogspot.com/">Teleny</a> and <a href="http://derrennexen.blogspot.com/">Derren</a> that was officiated by <a href="http://mistletoeethaniel.wordpress.com/">Mistletoe Ethaniel</a>. <a href="http://fanziskus-second-life.blogspot.com/">Franz</a> and <a href="http://rivertaleslifeonmyknees.blogspot.com/">River</a> were there too. I am sitting in the back in a pew and I just have a very little head in this picture. I wore a tuxedo but I don't like to wear it because it is so cheap - in fact it was a freebie. It makes me look like <a href="http://www.gumbyworld.com/">Gumby</a> or something. I don't know why but it made my arms look like rods with dumb flat hands.<br />
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I am not sure why I am thinking about Gumby, that was a ridiculous animated bunch of nonsense about a green eraser. At least I think he was an eraser. He had a head that tilted up to a corner and looked like an eraser. Once I saw a show on TV where a new teacher from Holland was hired to work in the USA (New York City I think) and the young new teacher told his students to be sure to have a rubber available if they make a mistake on their math work. The students roared with laughter since the term had another meaning in the US. Anyway I digress, getting back to Gumby. I always thought Gumby was sort of silly except for one show where he had a lemonade stand that advertised "all you can drink for one dollar". A customer came to the lemonade stand and asked for a lemonade. He drank it down. He said "I would like another". Gumby answered back "I'm sorry that's <i>all you can drink</i>". For some reason I remember that being the funniest thing I had ever heard and laughed aloud for ten minutes without stopping.<br />
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Anyway I hope everything goes well for my friends. Thank you all for reading.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178488435987953511.post-56334705750515613042011-04-24T15:57:00.000-07:002011-06-18T17:34:47.137-07:00Yikes Beaucoup Pfeifens!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCii_PZYDDj0X62h7W6LA2NPy8dSZYJAr9OCfYtck_CsOD2KhqbjlMNCwD_79hsa2BQAUegjNaPHLDKbLlX64LLVQ9jRUY2bC1pLqh8WKbqMVhQqXAfb1KDh8X-gC3a4H9K90RD18BD8V/s1600/dancing.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCii_PZYDDj0X62h7W6LA2NPy8dSZYJAr9OCfYtck_CsOD2KhqbjlMNCwD_79hsa2BQAUegjNaPHLDKbLlX64LLVQ9jRUY2bC1pLqh8WKbqMVhQqXAfb1KDh8X-gC3a4H9K90RD18BD8V/s320/dancing.png" width="320" /></a></div>Hello blog readers - I hope you are doing well and in a good state of mind these days. My friend <a href="http://fanziskus-second-life.blogspot.com/">Franz</a> called me the other night to a dance at the Zeus Club (I am not sure the exact name) and <a href="http://derrennexen.blogspot.com/">Derren</a> and <a href="http://teleny-macarthur.blogspot.com/">Teleny</a> were there too. Franz has been making a revolution around the sun in RL and was having a dance to celebrate it.<br />
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I have not posted anything for a while since I have been real busy. I think we all get too busy sometimes and need to look at clouds or something. I asked Franz about lightning bugs (or some people say "fire flies") because they are really cool insects that you can catch in the summer. I guess it is not quite summer yet.<br />
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A lot the people at the dance had a different brain pattern. My brain pattern theory (and now hold on dear readers for still another theory that will leave a splat on the wall of continuing unnecessary blathering in the great zone of humanity) is that people have different brain patterns at different different points in time. Some brain patterns push people into blowing whistles and going "hoot hoot" or pushing a button that makes them go "hoot hoot".<br />
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I guess I must think too much or something. But I like all my friends because they have a flower inside all the stuff they say. I guess when we talk the words really are just a bunch of sounds but the stuff that is underneath the sounds is where all the real value is.<br />
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But getting back to lightning bugs, I think that they are probably not so keen on being caught but I like their yellow glow. I don't know why it even came into my mind. I guess everybody's brain patterns are a lot like trees. Some trees grow tall but do not bend much but others' just bend as the wind blows. I guess a lot of different types of trees make a forest or something.<br />
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Well anyway dear blog readers, thank you for reading and I hope you are not stressed about stupid stuff because it is not worth it.Rammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09434238366379797500noreply@blogger.com0