What Goes On Inside the Mind of a Reptile?

Well dear readers I guess I had new philosophical thought the other day. A great cosmic noodle of nonsense hit my brain and that noodle of nonsense (to be known as a NON) stated: "A lot of stuff makes up life, but none of those stuffs by themselves make up a life, it takes a lot of stuffs to make up life."

And now here is the story to explain this. Once there was someone walking down the street in a major city that at the southern tip of a very large country. The person walking saw a car stop in the middle of the road and the driver just started honking the horn. He beeped and beeped and beeped. The person walking thought maybe he was saying hello to someone he saw on the street that he knew or something. Then it turned out there was an iguana in the road and the guy was honking to make it move. Now you may think that when you are an iguana and a large metal object makes a loud noise like that you should run like crazy. But no! The iguana's brain must have been stuck in contemplation mode or something - it just sat there looking up at the car. Finally its iguana brain came to the conclusion "yikes - I've got to run away!" and off it ran, tail up in the air.

The other night I had a good conversation with my friend Leif Ashdene on the SL chat phone. We talked about subjects related to snow. If I had to go on a game show and answer questions about dealing with snow I would probably not win any prizes and the music would end going wah wah waaaah.

But getting back to snow I had an idea that it could be melted with flame throwers and all the snow could be cleared. Leif correctly pointed out that that would be a disaster, it would melt all the cars under the snow. (note to Micheal Bloomberg: do not contract the services of the Rammy Urriah Snow Management Company)

But the point to this is the mind of reptiles. Since I know TV history (I could do good on a game show here) the idea of fire breathing dragons came into my head as I talked to Leif. There were three dragons I could think of from TV and popular music, Kukla, Fran, and Ollie (Ollie was the dragon), Puff the Magic Dragon (really a song not a TV show), and the third dragon (which is technically a sea serpent but since this is my blog I can bend the rules).

Did you ever wonder where the term "propeller head" comes from? That's what they call techie people. I think it comes from this TV show, Beanie and Cecil. You should watch this, it is really wild. I like the part where all the kids spin around and around the TV like it is a magic object and the song goes "come on kids lets flip our lids, higher than the moon". Then their propellers spin off into outer space. It is really trips me out to watch. It is almost like experiencing an alternative reality.



P.S. (I don't think you can say "P.S" in a blog but anyway) Here is a site with more information on this weird cartoon.

A Nice Christmas Conversation

Having a conversation with other people is a really strange and complicated thing humans do. I wonder why we humans invented the idea of conversation? Then I started thinking about how people get lonely and maybe the loneliness is an instinctual response because the humans who did not get lonely and need to talk to people died out a zillion years ago or something.

Well anyway dear blog readers last night started out weird. (not related to the picture you see - that will come later) I ran into a weird person who did not speak well. I don't mind that because I don't expect everyone to speak English well, but he just blurted out his fantasy demands (I will leave that part to your imagination) and as though his world was just a carnal ejaculation with no awareness of the subtleties of human nuance. In other words - "what a sleaze bag".

Then I met up with Derren Nexen and had a very good conversation. I took a picture and there it is. As you can see there were these red pose balls that made it look like we had just finished playing soccer (or football as they say in England) and we have the balls on our arms.

The conversation was filled with all sorts of cool idea path ways and pleasant avenues of our mental gardens. I guess only humans have conversations, although I think birds talk to each other too sometimes. But I think birds don't really get into talking that much although I don't know since I'm not a bird. Sometimes when it is cold birds will all sit on the telephone wire. They sit and sit and they are actually listening to our telephone conversations through their feet. They sometimes turn to the bird on their side and say in bird talk "get a load of that crazy person talking on the phone" and laugh in their bird laugh sound. Well frankly I don't care that birds are laughing at me.

Well I hope everyone is having a good Christmas holiday even if you don't celebrate it. Just don't let some evil merchant make you feel guilty for not buying a boat load of stuff you shouldn't be wasting your money on in the first place. Thank you for reading.

Buy, Sell, Eat

Once upon a time (all great stories start that way) there were a bunch of mice that lived in a nice cage owned by evil scientists. They were very happy mice, they just laid around all day, sometimes getting water from the bottle with their little pink mouse tongues licking it out (lick, lick, lick) and running on the wheel (squeak, squeak, squeak - wheel needs some oil) and sleeping in a big pile of mouse bodies. When they sleep all their little bellies go up and down sucking in air and when you look at it looks like a fur ball vibrating. They looked just like that episode from the old Star Trek show where Captain Kirk was covered by tribbles.

Well everything was doing well in the mouse cage except the evil scientists were not happy unless they were conducting experiments. Evil scientists get agitated if they don't do experiments. So they decided to see what would happen if they added more mice to the cage. Well it started out OK except things started to get ugly. Instead of one or two mice licking the water bottle - a whole bunch of little tongues all competed for a lick. As to the wheel, well that was a mess. There were three mice on the wheel at once. Then when one mouse would get tired on the wheel the other two kept going and the tired mouse went round and round upside down. Then there were a bunch of other mice waiting in line for wheel time yelling "hey don't bogart that wheel!!" (these mice used a lot of American slang from underground comic books sometimes)

Well to make the whole story more interesting (or as some critics may say more ridiculous) there was another bunch of mice that the evil scientists wanted to experiment on. They gave them chocolate candy and let them sit around and watch TV all day. The mice liked to watch Tom and Jerry cartoons because it made the mice feel superior. Cats generally don't care for Tom and Jerry cartoons particularly because it shows cats in a bad light. In fact cats generally don't care for TV anyway, with the exception of Mr. Ed the talking horse re-runs and the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. But I digress.

There really isn't much point to this whole story. I just thought it would be cool to make myself look real fat and take a picture of myself. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be in another body. There was an episode of the cartoon TV show The Jetsons  where the wife went to the beauty parlor and instead of getting a new hair style she just popped on a new head. At least I think that is what I remembered seeing. I think I must have to have my head examined for remembering something goofy like that. Well anyway I thing I am going to conclude this big mess by saying I think the lesson is that we should learn is not be mice in a cage, no matter if we are the mice in cage number one that is too crowded or the mice in cage number two that sit around watching TV and eating candy. Thank you all for reading and please be happy.

Finding Your Tribe

Please forgive me dear readers for not getting an SL picture for this post. I am trying to understand where I am in time. A long time ago we all knew what tribe we belonged to because you needed to be in a group since if you weren't in a group you would be eaten by wild saber toothed tigers. People in groups could figure out how to all get together to scare the saber toothed tigers away by waving their hands and yelling "whoop whoop whoop". When a bunch of people yell "whoop whoop whoop" saber toothed tigers are quite intimidated.

These days we are all spending our times finding our true tribes. I guess we like to find and build human relationships and stuff. But because we can build a tribe that exists all over the virtual world now it really makes things complicated but interesting.

I read a post by my friend Franz who sad that Henryk Gorecki had died. He was a great artist and I was sad to hear of his passing. There are so many people who have written music in the last century that are not heard much. I am going to put a link to Ciurlionis who was an artist in multiple mediums. I really like his paintings. I think his music reminds me of Gorecki in some ways.

I'm not a super smart "know-it-all" when it comes to music and art and stuff but my theory is that you don't conquer art, you instead just have an intimate relation with it. I guess that means you have to go (as the scarecrow said in the Wizard of Oz) both ways. Now I am really rambling.

Well I hope I find my tribe one day so I don't get eaten by a saber toothed tiger.

Dancing With A Ram

I haven't said much these days since I have been busy but I figured I better say something. I guess there is a lot to be said for saying nothing, but I want to be sure to say something so people know I that I have nothing to say.

I had a nice conversation dance Rian OHanlon. A conversation dance is when you dance but are having a conversation. I took a picture. The picture was kind of cool, a ram (Rian) dancing with me (Rammy). Oh well I digress.

Well I hope all friends are doing well. Thank you for reading this big nothing post.

The Volcano Effect

Well dear readers I am not sure were I am going with this post. I guess I had a boat load of stuff that I wanted to put out so I decided I felt like a volcano about to erupt. So I guess this is the volcano effect.

I decided to be purple these days. I don't know why - but it sort of is nice to be just a little different. Then I had this really weird thought. What if someone tried to bully me since I was purple. Fortunately I have a magic avatar energy shield that will prevent any harm coming to me. But then I was thinking about why people are bullies in the first place and what that weird space was all about. Human interaction is really complex so my brain went into overload and I had to stop thinking.

I saw this really cool show on TV the other day about how we all are very similar to fish genetically. I guess scientists think we evolved from fish. If you look at an embryo from a fish and then a human they look a lot alike. Then the TV show started talking about monkeys and apes and how they may not be related to humans since they are like a different branch of the tree. I like all that science stuff because it makes you think about stuff and if you don't think you will drive your brain into the ditch and have to spend your life as a puppet on a string by people who trip out on pulling strings.

Anyway I keep thinking about bullies. And I keep thinking about how humans evolve from fish. Then I started thinking about all these weird cells that you look at under the microscope and how they interact with each other. I tried to think of bullies as a necessary part of human civilization and that maybe they had some purpose. But I don't think they do. I think that bullying other people is an unnecessary function of humans.

I think bullies are just people who freak out about their awareness of the reality that humans can be male and female at the same time. I think they are trying to kill something in their heads that scare them. I guess stuff that comes from inside people's minds is where evil comes from.

I Hate Spiders

Today I thought I would dress up in a scuba suit and wander around. Here I am at the Star Trek Museum. You may wonder why I am wearing scuba gear. Well to be honest I really don't know. It just seemed like a cool idea. I started wondering around SL in scuba gear to see if any one would say "Hey - what's the big idea? Why are you wearing scuba gear?" But no one did. I guess most people have more important things to think about than why some crack pot is wearing a scuba outfit.

Anyway I was talking to my friend Kyne Tigerpaw tonight. We started talking about spiders. I really hate spiders. They creep me out. They have creepy legs and actually have eight or more eyes. What a weird creature to have eyes all over its body!

I have always hated spiders. I think it goes back to when I was a little boy and had these really cool cardboard people that made up a family. It was some stupid thing that they gave away at the gas station for kids to play with. There was a father, mother, brother, and sister. I think there was a cardboard dog too, I can't remember. But then I remember all of a sudden a creepy black spider was crawling on the side of one of the cardboard family. I was freaked out.

Even though I don't like them, here is some stuff that I read in researching this post. I must be nuts to get so obsessed with them.

But my point is that I had this cardboard family that even though it was not real it was a real family to me. And the family was attacked (well not really "attacked" more like crawled over) by a spider. But I guess I must have been really freaked out because the cardboard family did seem real to me, and it was sort of a reality that was violated or something. I think this may be a post that no one will write a comment on since sounds sort of weird. Well anyway thanks for reading.