Glimmerings of Wakefulness

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Healthcare Through the Ages
Blatantly kiped from Mark Covington.

2000 B.C. - "Here, eat this root."
1000 B.C. - "That root is heathen, say this prayer."
1850 A.D. - "That prayer is superstition, drink this potion."
1940 A.D. - "That potion is snake oil, swallow this pill."
1985 A.D. - "That pill is ineffective, take this antibiotic."... Read More
2000 A.D. - "That antibiotic is artificial. Here, eat this root."

Current Mood: frustrated

Born Country
( Born Country )

Current Mood: nostalgic

Louisiana Saturday Night
One of my all-time favourite songs. . .

( Louisiana Saturday Night )

Current Mood: content

Literary Geeks Unite!!! . . . Looking for a Book Title . . .
Edit 4.19.09: I totally win! Google is a beautiful thing! The book, Ladies & Gents, is The Wump World by Bill Peet! I FOUND IT!!!! http://www.librarything.com/work/55155

Okay . . . looking for a book title . . . I figger maybe the combined GeekPower of this collective of people might be able to remember/deduce it.

The information I have been given is that it is
- a children's book, as in picture book.
- it is about a society of wombats . . . or possibly beavers. Or possibly even some other "rodent-like creature".
- a spaceship lands, they think they remember. And "aliens" (a.k.a. humans) overrun the furry little creatures' world, use it up, and leave a polluted wasteland in their wake.
- this is not a Dr. Seuss book.
- probably published in the late 60's/early 70's . . .

Ideas?

Current Mood: determined

It might make you Laugh . . . It might make you Cry . . .
(Especially for you,

ravenbow!) =D Hehehehe . . .

Bohemian 8-bit Rhapsody

Current Mood: amused

Say Thank You to our Troops
It's fast. It's free. Most importantly, it's desperately needed and desperately appreciated by those on the receiving end.

Xerox company has teamed up with this website; go to the site, pick a card, hit send, click a message or enter your own. Xerox will print it and send it for free to a serving man or woman at random.

http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1024.html

Current Mood: grateful

"Stop-Loss" . . . Because Apparently They Don't Already Do Enough for Us . . .
They're so excited that they're "cutting back" on forcing our Service Men & Women to extend their tours . . . perhaps we should just cut back on the wars?

$500 bucks a month . . . that's less than I used to pay in rent. *spit*

( Stop-loss Rollback )

Current Mood: disgusted

I believe Life does not get much better than the first 50-degree day of the year with bright, clear sunshine & open windows to shoo away the winter and work must & dust, combined with Ol' Blue Eyes on new (to you) speakers . . .

And I was able to restore my ipod, so whee-hoo! I am music-ful again! =D

Current Mood: feels like dancing
Current Music: "Luck Be A Lady" - Ol' Blue Eyes

"I Stand for You"
. . . also taken from the below-mentioned source. I have e-mailed the contact on the page for the original source info so as to give proper credit, but did not want to wait to post the actual words. Due credit will be updated when I receive a response.

"I Stand for You When terror grips you, and the fabric of civility tears,
I stand for you.

On foreign soil, where peace is but a whispered hope,
I stand for you.

As bullets fly like bees, and hateful bombs explode
Threatening to steal my sanity –
I stand for you.

I carry broken bodies back to be mended, and No matter how hard I try –
The tears fall like rain, and still through all the pain,
I stand for you.

That is until I fall, and I wonder, as I lay cold and Still...
Will you remember,
and stand for me?"

"I disagree of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
- Voltaire(1694-1778)

Current Mood: contemplative

The Canadian Soldier
Taken from the posting wall of "Petition to Remove "Soldiers are Not Heroes" from Facebook".

The Canadian Soldier
THE CANADIAN SOLDIER
------------------------------
He is profane and irreverent, living as he does in a world full of capriciousness, frustration and disillusionment. He is perhaps the best-educated of his kind in history, but will rarely accord respect on the basis of mere degrees or titles. He speaks his own dialect, often incomprehensible to the layman.

He can be cold, cruel, even brutal and is frequently insensitive. Killing is his profession and he strives very hard to become even more skilled at it. His model is the grey, muddy, hard-eyed slayer who took the untakeable at Vimy Ridge, endured the unendurable in the Scheldt and held the unholdable at Kapyong. He is a superlative practical diplomat; his efforts have brought peace to countless countries around the world. He is capable of astonishing acts of kindness, warmth and generosity. He will give you his last sip of water on a parched day and his last food to a hungry child; he will give his very life for the society he loves.

Danger and horror are his familiars and his sense of humour is accordingly sardonic. What the unknowing take as callousness is his defence against the unimaginable; he whistles through a career filled with graveyards.

His ethos is one of self-sacrifice and duty. He is sinfully proud of himself, of his unit and of his country and he is unique in that his commitment to his society is Total. No other trade or profession dreams of demanding such of its members and none could successfully try.

He loves his family dearly, sees them all too rarely and as often as not loses them to the demands of his profession. Loneliness is the price he accepts for the privilege of serving.

He accounts discomfort as routine and the search for personal gain as beneath him; he has neither understanding of nor patience for those motivated by self-interest, politics or money. His loyalty can be absolute, but it must be purchased. Paradoxically, the only coin accepted for that payment is also loyalty.

He devours life with big bites, knowing that each bite might be his last and his manners suffer thereby. He would rather die regretting the things he did than the ones he dared not try. He earns a good wage by most standards and, given the demands on him, is woefully underpaid.

He can be arrogant, thoughtless and conceited, but will spend himself, sacrifice everything for total strangers in places he cannot even pronounce. He considers political correctness a podium for self-righteous fools, but will die fighting for the rights of anyone he respects or pities.

He is a philosopher and a drudge, an assassin and a philanthropist, a servant and a leader, a disputer and a mediator, a Nobel Laureate peacekeeper and the Queen's Hitman, a brawler and a healer, best friend and worst enemy. He is a rock, a goat, a fool, a sage, a drunk, a provider, a cynic and a romantic dreamer. Above it all, he is a hero for our time. You, pale stranger, sleep well at night only because he exists for you, the citizen who has never met him, has perhaps never thought of him and may even despise him. He is both your child and your guardian. His devotion to you is unwavering.
He is a Canadian soldier.

DUCIMUS (We Lead)

CANADIAN INFANTRY MOTO

A Girl's Guide to Geek Guys
Stolen from

ravenbow.

( A Girl's Guide to Geek Guys )

Current Mood: cheerful

I may be a horrible person . . .
. . . but I'm staying home tonight. :) It never fails that after months (or more) of a complete & utter lack of anything remotely resembling a social life, I suddenly have no less that 4 things that I could/should go to tonight. In the ensuing dilemma of trying to decide which, if any, to attend . . . I came to the conclusion that a) it's cold out there and b) I just really don't want to go anywhere tonight, as much fun as all of the respective shindigs sound . . . So I'm home. It's quiet. I like it. *nods*

Ah, Universe . . . We Still Miss You, Chase . . .
I just popped on to check my MySpace page. MySpace now has that "people you may know" feature.

Chase popped up.

I clicked over to his page (how could I not?), which I admittedly haven't looked at in a little while. The outpouring of love is still there. Continually. I can't leave a comment, because we never got around to "friending" each other before he was gone.

Tonight, a drink to a Bright Light extinguished far too soon, yet remembered every day by so many he touched.

Follow Your Bliss.

Current Mood: calm

Capitalism & Cows
(Stolen from a forward, admittedly . . . but *I* found it amusing . . . )

( Capitalism & Cows )

Current Mood: amused

P.S.
P.S. I know some people here better/longer/et cetera than others . . . but in light of everything, I know lots of people have lots of "schtuff" going on in their lives. I'm not going to apologize for it, but I am forewarning that I will be picking up here, if at all . . . I'm not going to read back months in people's journals to figure out what's going on! So forgive me if I seem a bit of of the loop (if you care) . . . 'cause I am! :)

Blinking in the Blinding Light . . .
. . . of the interweb . . .

I have internet access at home again for the first time in over 4 years. And it's not dial-up. And I'm finding I'm . . . heh. . . rusty. Gmail is foreign to me. I have massive back-logs of spam and crap to clear from all my e-mails & Facebook & MySpace and . . . yeah.

But hey! I'm-a back! . . . or something . . . *looks around, wondering where the heck she actually is . . . * *waves tentatively to a whole lot of people she hasn't seen or heard from in a long time, wondering who's still around & who's gotten married &/or popped out babies . . . et cetera, et cetera, and waiting to see who she gets to laugh at for chiding her for being out of touch when her phone number hasn't changed, and pretty much anyone who wanted it had it*

However . . . I am finally able to discover the joys of Pandora! *GRINS*

Current Mood: restless