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The True Story Of A Man-Eating Tiger's 'Vengeance': http://www.npr.org/129551459 This story really makes me wonder. It says a lot about humanity and what we think about us being top of the food chain. If animals took the mind to kill us... well... you see here what happens. It's animal nature that makes us do these things... and human nature that should teach us not to.

Obama Supports 'Right' For Ground Zero Mosque:  http://www.npr.org/129188345 So much debate. It isn't actually ON ground zero. I originally thought it was. Now I REALLY don't get what the big deal is. And Obama never said it was a good idea. He said it was a religious freedom. Just like our right to build a Christian or Jewish building near grind zero which would really be a good idea. EVERY religion represented in the area to promote unity in the face of adversity. I have always thought that this ongoing 9/11 craziness was overboard. It happened and yes it was horrible. The people killed will never have their lives back. Their families will always have their loved ones missing. However we are America and we need to heal from this and move on. We need to work on rebuilding lives and freedoms to prove that they cannot scare us into doing what they want. Let the mosque be built and let them teach the correct ways. Let them educate. Let all religions teach their people

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123289019&ps=cprs I've seen the six word memoirs before, but I'd never been able to come up with something worth submitting.  I'm rather long winded, taking time to go through my points and hash and rehash them over and over again.  This made me really consider what the one single main point was and work it down to six words. Personally, I think this is paramount for any writer.  From now on, when I sit down to write a book, I want to have a six word synopsis.  Something to sum it up and make a good selling point. In the theme, I believe this journal entry will also be brief.  If you want to write your own six word memoir, go to  Six-Word Memoirs  and sign up.  And if you're interested in my memoir, you can  check it out here .

http://www.npr.org/blogs/pictureshow/2010/08/02/128929431/nee Click the link.  It will open in a new window and you can view the video that has me so fired up right now. This is why, my friends, that gay marriage is so important to us and why civil unions really just don't cut it.  These two people had domestic partnership rights and were registered with the state of California, but when his partner died, this man lost his home because he couldn't afford to pay their bills on his own.  Even as a gay person, even as a gay rights supporter... I had no idea.  I had no idea that civil unions were as piecemeal and BULLSHIT as they are. This video breaks my heart and I really, really hope it strikes a chord in someone to step up and do something for change.  I know it has me.  I'm going to start looking into being an activist instead of simply a supporter. Civil Unions are no more recognized as marriage than wearing a ring on your left third finger.  People may assume that

Strangely enough, it's been over a month since my last post about Cassidy!  She's doing pretty well.  We've actually worked her down off of the prednisilone and she is completely off of it now.  She hasn't had any tramadol for a long time and she's actually getting around pretty well.  There is less of a hunch in her back most days, but we can tell when she's getting painful based on how high the hunch is in her back.  We've been continuing to work with her back legs and actually get her flexibility back and we've been trying to get her to actually play ball and tug of war like she did before.  I don't think I'll ever see a day when she'll be able to run after a frisbee like she did before, but maybe someday I'll actually be able to take her for a walk with me and she won't get tired after 30 feet. I took a couple new videos that I'll share.  She's actually getting a lot more active recently and it makes me happy to see her

I took a few videos of Cassidy today after picking her up from boarding.  She's walking better, able to wag her tail this week and was so excited that she wouldn't stay in her kennel and wandered around the clinic sniffing and doing her front end bunny hop. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xk30GZF25yY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XElIriSQ1PM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-jSWyV1D-Y Three short videos, but you can see from last week to this week that she's doing much better.  Hopefully this isn't where she will plateau.  Considering, however, that she was belly crawling under the tea cart to have her cave back, I consider it a plus.  It also made us put the blanket back over her kennel so she could have her bedroom back. More improvement?  Maybe less peeing on my carpets?  She's actually been better about that.  Only one accident and that was because I didn't watch her water intake as well as I should have.  Improvements every day. I also snagged s

Every night before I go to sleep at night, I read the new top stories in NPR. Some mornings I find some more interesting than others. This article I read this morning really intrigued me. Finding Our Inner Fish:  http://www.npr.org/127937070 When I was a child I would often look at my skin and notice it looked like scales. We have smooth scales much like certain kinds of fish. I also noted our hands look relatively like chicken feet. Chicken feet are scaly as well. For the longest time I thought humans evolved from birds. My teachers used to look at me funny and tell me to stop making up funny stories. What if certain people evolved from birds while others from fish and still others from apes and we all just bred together to become what we are? What if the missing link really is some kind of reptile and that's why we missed it? It sorta makes me wonder. Not gonna lie.

Yup, you guessed it.  Cassidy went back to the vet today on account of the little blisters from the previous post.  We washed them with Dial soap all weekend and when I got home on Monday, they were worse than before and she developed more of them than she'd had.  After going potty, she was bleeding.  So it was off to the vet again today.  Thankfully they could get her in. Apparently I had done the right thing, washing it with Dial and cleaning her up with baby wipes.  She just ended up with a little infection and now we're doing peroxide rinses two to three times a day and a soak in warm water every other day as well as an oral antibiotic twice a day for two weeks.  We're supposed to call in on Tuesday and let him know how she's doing since she's stepping down on the prednisilone.  He'll make a decision from there what we're going to do. This is frustrating.  Not going to lie a bit about that.  He said we were doing everything right, but she just n

Today I took Cassidy out when I got home from work and since she had piddled all over herself, I wiped her up with a baby wipe.  While I was scrubbing at her backside, I noticed something odd and decided to go in for a closer inspection. She has what looks like blisters right around her little pizzle.  Great.  All the care I've been taking to keep her clean and dry and to keep from getting urine scald were for NOTHING because she has it ANYWAY.  I didn't think I was going to have to wipe her out in the fold of skin around there, but if I would have used my brain, I would have known. Seriously, please... can my dog just get better now without something else fucking up?  Please?  I'd really love that, I would. We took Cassidy to the vet yesterday and he decided to step her down on the predinisilone.  We're down to one whole tablet twice a day instead of a tablet and a half.  He kept her on the tramadol for now the way we've been giving that to her and we put he

Guns and Pocky on Y!gallery posts drabble bits in his journal every now and again to get us up and running on creating.  This is one I picked up and ran with.  It actually might make its way into Maki and Baby's story. Baby sat at the table and deftly turned the card with only his thumb and forefinger, placing it back on the table as he looked over it intently. His eyes turned up as a small smile crept over his lips. He watched the dark haired man as he slowly strolled in, rounding the corner of the table to look over the younger boy's shoulder. “The Wheel of Fate,” he vocalized, catching Baby's attention with a slight dip of his head. “What's it mean?” “The Wheel of Fate means change. What goes up must come down. It means that although things are good now, they can always change or, vice versa, what is bad can always turn back up.” “It's unfortunate that the Wheel may turn very slowly.” Baby nodded, making a sound of agreement. “Sometimes. Mine'

When we took Cassidy to the vet on that Thursday morning, she had been eating baby food and drinking water, but getting her pills into her were an absolute fight.  She refused to take them on her own, pilling her was a nightmare and putting them in food ended with her eating everything around the pills and not touching anything the pills had touched.  My mate had to hold her down while I shoved the pills to the back of her throat.  She gagged, she retched, she foamed and grimaced.  She shook her head and slobber and foam sprayed everywhere.  She wouldn't eat if we gave her the pills first, but she vomited after we gave her the pills.  We held her maw closed, we rubbed her throat, we coaxed and cajoled.  Nothing helped.  She was adamant and whenever we would pull her out at 10 when she was due, she would cower and roll over and pee on the floor, her kennel, us... It was an absolute horror. For an hour after her pills dissolved in her mouth, she would sit and lick at her mouth and g

A little over two weeks ago, my thirteen pound terrier mix came out to meet me when I got home from work like she always does.  The first thing we do when I get home is I take her outside to go potty and we went out like we always do and she jumped and ran around like she always does.  It was the first really warm day of the year and my work polo was insanely hot over the tank top I'd worn in that morning before.  Tugging it up over my head, I pulled it up and partially off, heard her yip and by the time I got my shirt down, she had already run across the concrete stoop in front of the garage toward the house. I called her over to see if maybe she'd been stung since there had been a lot of bumblebees buzzing around the yard.  I checked her from stem to stern and no stingers, no stings or bites or marks and she just simply wanted to go back inside the house.  She scurried up onto the porch to the door and cowered there.  I noticed her walking a little funny once she got insid