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…yeah I know you did not ask!
Casual Fridays…When middle age folks (and older) come to the office in clothes that make you want to poke your eyes out.
…yeah I know you did not ask!
Life is purposeless. Life just is. Anyone beyond scrambling daily to just meet their existence needs knows this at some level. Most folks do not acknowledge it. Perhaps this is actually the healthier response, to remain somewhat delusional. However it is this unacknowledged comprehension that drives so much of human behavior. The mass psychoses that are the various religions stem from this. The fanaticism of the sports aficionado is a symptom of this. You can add anything that pretends to provide or reveal purpose to life. Being a creative species we have concocted many.
The question becomes what happens when this purposelessness is acknowledged. An argument could be made that this is a possible cause of depression, addiction, and a varied list of maladaptive behaviors.
The more I dwell on it, the only sane response when you are aware enough to acknowledge that life is without purpose is to live in the moment, to just be. Another possible response when you accept this is to provide your own purpose realizing that ultimately your purpose is an ephemeroptera.
Any wonder I do not want to live in Oklahoma…
Click hyperlink below to read story on Slate.com
Oklahoma Tea Party Candidate Supports Stoning Gay People to Death
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Intelligent Design… If there were truly a loving, compassionate god, would he/she/it design a system of carnivorous might. The strong preying on the weak, biting through their jugular veins, and ripping them apart bite by bite. A system designed such that many of the males of the species will eat the young of their species if given half a chance. And so on and so on and so on …
My grandmother, my mother’s mother, was known and addressed by all as Mama Carr. She had a hardscrabble life. She was born in the Ozark Mountains in 1897. She later moved with her family to Indian Territory around Tom Joad country near what is now Sallisaw, Oklahoma. Later she would share crop with my grandfather near Warner, Oklahoma in an area lovingly known as Ignorant Ridge.
Along the way she had 11 children, 9 of whom made it to adulthood. Her only son died in WWII becoming a well publicized war hero with his final actions. All her daughters went on to live respectable lives. Mama Carr was charitable, almost to a fault, but she did not tolerate slackards or drunkards. She was a Pentecostal who for some reason never went to church, but she was a very religious woman. She was kind in any number of ways, but she also had a temper and a bit of a mean streak. Continue reading “Pass the Black Flag Please”
There is absolutely nothing to be said in favour of growing old. There ought to be leglislation against it. ~~ Patrick Moore
Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven’t committed. ~~ Pierre Teilhard De Chardin
The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We’re growing old. It’s getting late. ~~ Ben Folds quotes
“The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.” ~~ H.L. Mencken
“I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.” ~~ Biff from Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive. ~~ Willy from Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.~~ Thomas Nagel
“I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.” ~~ Jeff Lindsay, Dearly Devoted Dexter
“Too much ends in smoke.” ~~ Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
“Oh yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of livin’ is gone. ” ~~ John Cougar Mellencamp
I need some advice or a recommendation. I have been looking for a 12 step program or perhaps a way to do an intervention. Wikipedia listed several, none of which seem to fit
the need. There is a list at the end of this appeal
The group I am looking for probably has initials along the line of SPA or perhaps CPA aka Smart Phone Anonymous or Cell Phone Anonymous. This is not for me, but for my significant other, Robin.
Generally, in relationships with addicts there is a triangle of interactions. There is the addict, there is an enabler and there is a rescuer. Frequently the enabler and rescuer is the same person switching roles. Robin, being somewhat technology challenged, has several enablers in her life. I will confess to being an enabler by programming various functions on her smart phone for her. Her kids fulfill this role also. I would ask Sarah to help rescue her mother, but I believe she should be in SPA also.
Robin’s phone went belly up a while back, and it was like watching an alcoholic going through the DTs. I thought briefly that I was going to have to take her to emergency room Continue reading “Suggestion Needed: 12 Step Program”
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If there were truly a loving, compassionate god, he/she/it would allow us humans a graceful, peaceful, and respectful exit from this life. That happens occasionally, but it seems rare.