It takes all kinds of nuts to make up this crazy world and not all of the nuts are in candy bars either.
True story. Some of them climbed back up in there though so if you hear a rustling above your head….duck!
This looks like it might be much more effective than the old fashioned Beware Of Dog sign.
Well, this explains a lot.
Cad é an chraic?
Very true. People are going to talk about you know matter what you do so you might as well enjoy your life and be yourself. Because at the end of the day, it’s your life, not theirs.
Two Irish nuns have just arrived in USA by boat,
and one says to the other, “I hear that the people
in this country actually eat dogs.”
“Odd,” her companion replies, “but if we shall live
in America , we might as well do as the Americans do.”
As they sit, they hear a push cart vendor yelling,
“Hot Dogs, get your dogs here,” and they both walk
towards the hot dog cart.
“Two dogs, please!,” says one. The vendor is very pleased to oblige,
wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over. Excited, the nuns hurry
to a bench and begin to unwrap their ‘dogs.’
The mother superior is first to open hers.
She begins to blush, and then staring at it for a moment, leans to the other Nun and in a soft brogue whispers……
Oh yes, as a moon loving, Goddess worshiping Pagan type I do enjoy basking in the light of the moon. But, as a working class stiff, the Monday blues can be quite real too. So I thought I would share some of my favorite memes today highlighting the humorous and sometimes frustrating side of the first day back to the old grind after what was hopefully a pleasant albeit eternally too short weekend. I hope you enjoy and I hope your Monday is better than what is portrayed here. Especially that last one, Egads! LOL! My weekend was mighty grand indeed. We took the kids to a wonderful double birthday party for some friends of theirs and ours then went to a marvelous housewarming party and jam session which featured an interesting mix of vibes and styles from Celtic to Carribean to African, Native American, Blues, Rock and more. It’s good to be eclectic! 🙂
Paddy and Seamus were walking home from the pub. Paddy says to Seamus, ‘What a beautiful night, look at the moon.’
Seamus stops and looks at Paddy, ‘You are wrong, that’s not the moon, that’s the sun.’ Both started arguing for a while when they come upon a real drunk walking in the other direction, so they stopped him.
‘Sir, could you please help settle our argument?
Tell us what that thing is up in the sky that’s shining. Is it the moon or the sun?’ The drunk looked at the sky and then looked at them, and said,
“I fight authority, authority always wins” – John Cougar Mellencamp
A Limerick: Oh, it doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:
A dozen, a gross and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.
So what do I like to do to wind down and relax after a hard day of fighting authority? A nice Guinness and some music always tames the beast for me. Won’t you play a little tune and sing a song of heroic deeds or love and loss with me? Is maith an scéalaí an aimsir (Time is a good story teller.) In days of old, the best place at the fire was reserved for the scéalaí ya know. 😉
“You look at trees and called them ‘trees,’ and probably you do not think twice about the word. You call a star a ‘star,’ and think nothing more of it. But you must remember that these words, ‘tree,’ ‘star,’ were (in their original forms) names given to these objects by people with very different views from yours. To you, a tree is simply a vegetable organism, and a star simply a ball of inanimate matter moving along a mathematical course. But the first men to talk of ‘trees’ and ‘stars’ saw things very differently. To them, the world was alive with mythological beings. They saw the stars as living silver, bursting into flame in answer to the eternal music. They saw the sky as a jeweled tent, and the earth as the womb whence all living things have come. To them, the whole of creation was ‘myth-woven and elf patterned’. — J.R.R. Tolkien, from ‘Mythopoeia’
She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I have gone about the house, gone up and down
As a man does who has published a new book
Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,
And though I have turned the talk by hook or crook
Until her praise should be the uppermost theme,
A woman spoke of some new tale she had read,
A man confusedly in a half dream
As though some other name ran in his head.
She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I will talk no more of books or the long war
But walk by the dry thorn until I have found
Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there
Manage the talk until her name come round.
If there be rags enough he will know her name
And be well pleased remembering it, for in the old days,
Though she had young men’s praise and old men’s blame,
Among the poor both old and young gave her praise.
Friday the 13th ya say? Whatever, I’m not changing my ways.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
Cause the times they are a-changing – Bob Dylan
A driver is stuck in a traffic jam on the highway. Nothing is moving. Suddenly, a man knocks on the window. The driver rolls down the window and asks, “What’s going on?” “Terrorists have kidnapped Congress, and are asking for a $10 million dollar ransom. Otherwise they are going to douse them all in gasoline and set them on fire. We are going from car to car, taking up a collection.” “How much is everyone giving, on average?” the driver asks. The man replies, “About a gallon.
I am the wild hunter of the forest deep
And I am the fire upon the hill
And I am the sower of the seed
And the tiller of the soil of the earth
And I am the golden warrior whose arrows are the shafts from the sun
The thunder is my hoof fall
The wilderness is my shrine
I wield the oaken staff
The elements at my call
By day I am the sun
By night I ride upon the wild winds.
– Daghda Cosantóir Dandelion
“It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grammes a week. And only yesterday, he reflected, it had been announced that the ration was to be reduced to twenty grammes a week. Was it possible that they could swallow that, after only twenty-four hours? Yes, they swallowed it.” – 1984 George Orwell.
Another reason to love Cards Against Humanity:
I love this! Workers in China usually don’t get to have vacation time to spend with their families and loved ones. But this company did something remarkable to change that. We need more of this in the world. We need more people caring about people. Profit is one thing but goodness and humanity should always prevail.
Kylism 11217 “Hey dad, what if there was a pancake eating a waffle next to a waffle eating a pancake?”
This guy has a lot of other amazing pieces. Check out his blog here.
What do you say when someone takes your cheese? Leave my provologne.
No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.
The trolley problem
Stolen from Steve W.Henslee
The trolley problem is a thought experiment in ethics. The general form of the problem is this: There is a runaway trolley barreling down the railway tracks. Ahead, on the tracks, there are five people tied up and unable to move. The trolley is headed straight for them. You are standing some distance off in the train yard, next to a lever. If you pull this lever, the trolley will switch to a different set of tracks. However, you notice that there is one person on the side track. You have two options: (1) Do nothing, and the trolley kills the five people on the main track. (2) Pull the lever, diverting the trolley onto the side track where it will kill one person. Which is the most ethical choice?
A utilitarian view asserts that it is obligatory to steer to the track with one man on it. According to simple utilitarianism, such a decision would be not only permissible, but, morally speaking, the better option (the other option being no action at all). An alternate viewpoint is that since moral wrongs are already in place in the situation, moving to another track constitutes a participation in the moral wrong, making one partially responsible for the death when otherwise no one would be responsible. An opponent of action may also point to the incommensurability of human lives. Under some interpretations of moral obligation, simply being present in this situation and being able to influence its outcome constitutes an obligation to participate. If this is the case, then deciding to do nothing would be considered an immoral act if one values five lives more than one.
Hypocrisy is the contrivance of a false appearance of virtue or goodness, while concealing real character or inclinations, especially with respect to religious and moral beliefs; hence in general sense, dissimulation, pretense, sham.
“I have walked among the lowest of the dead, and I have groped for meaning. And I may have been wrong.” The Seer to Ragnar Lothbrok – Vikings Season 4 Episode 15: “All His Angels”
I have a few quibbles too but it wasn’t always so. Polytheistic Rome had many religions and they got along okay, mostly, on that front at least. They waged war over good old fashioned riches, land and power. Which honestly are the true underlying reasons a lot of the wars categorized as being about religion are really fought about anyway. Religion just tends to be a convenient way to get the masses on board with killing folks who are occupying space the rich guys want.
This is a pry bar I keep in my tool box. I noticed it had the letters FU stamped on it one day and took this picture. Those familiar with the term FUBAR might get the reference. Haha!
The real seven deadly sins.
Abuse Of Power
Ignorance is a choice.
Through the worst of times. They deserve to be there in the best of times.
Making the world a better place starts with ourselves…
I was telling someone at a gathering recently, I don’t care much whether other people are Pagan or not, as long as they are Pagan friendly. Because, really, you’re on your path and if it’s working for you then great. Stay with what works for you. I’m on my path and it works for me. I like my path. The scenery suits me and I am learning the lessons I need to learn. I don’t necessarily need to have you on my path unless it suits you as well and I don’t need to be on your path for us to be friends in my eyes.
Why not? 😉 To have it otherwise would be hypocrisy.
I am sometimes taken to task for criticizing the actions by some groups within the massive and powerful Christian Churches which populate our land but my criticism comes mostly from cases of abuse of power, rewriting of history, and attempts to merge the powers of church and state which have historically proven to be a disastrous combination.
My grandparents were very loving Christians who followed the teachings of loving their neighbors and not being judgmental. My sisters follow this line of Christian practice as well. These sorts of Christians I have no problems at all with. It’s the Fred Phelps and Dominionist types that I keep a wary eye on.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, “What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet.”
“My child,” She said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You would not learn, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
“Because in life, there comes a time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.”
…is made up of things which cannot be regarded as real.
If quantum mechanics hasn’t profoundly shocked you. You haven’t understood it yet. – Niels Bohr
Is it crazy to be crazed by the moon? A lunatic’s dilemma.
The crazed moon
By William Butler Yeats
Crazed through much child-bearing
The moon is staggering in the sky;
Moon-struck by the despairing
Glances of her wandering eye
We grope, and grope in vain,
For children born of her pain.
Children dazed or dead!
When she in all her virginal pride
First trod on the mountain’s head
What stir ran through the countryside
Where every foot obeyed her glance!
What manhood led the dance!
Fly-catchers of the moon,
Our hands are blenched, our fingers seem
But slender needles of bone;
Blenched by that malicious dream
They are spread wide that each
May rend what comes in reach.
A seven-acre plot of land in the Seattle’s Beacon Hill neighborhood will be planted with hundreds of different kinds of edibles: walnut and chestnut trees; blueberry and raspberry bushes; fruit trees, including apples and pears; exotics like pineapple, yuzu citrus, guava, persimmons, honeyberries, and lingonberries; herbs; and more. All will be available for public plucking to anyone who wanders into the city’s first food forest.
There are only two days upon which nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow. Today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.
Tyr – God of War and Justice.
Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
Are you walking with your ancestors?
You can’t scare me. I have children. 😉
To you who made me see things I could never see alone…
I brake for gnomes, unicorns, elves, pixies, fairies, dragons, leprechaun s and other mystical creatures…
Religion is like a penis.
It’s okay to have one.
It’s okay to be proud of it. HOWEVER
Do not pull it out in public.
Do not push it on children.
Do not write laws with it.
Do not think with it.
If your god is telling you to hate any group of people, you are listening to the wrong voice in your head.
There will be doubters, there will be nonbelievers and then there will be you, proving them all wrong.
“As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind I would still be in prison.” – Nelson Mandela
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cackle maniacally and people back away from you slowly.
Sometimes you just have to stop worrying and have faith that things will work out as they are meant to. Trust in the gods.
Never waste your time explaining yourself to those who are committed to misunderstanding you.
Do no harm. But take no shit. 😉
If it is important to you, you will find a way. If not, you’ll find an excuse.
Wherever your ancestors hailed from…whatever continent, country, town or city…whatever their traditions, languages, beliefs…their recipes, their clothes, even their superstitions…Honor them, always…wear your Heritage proudly and teach your children the ingredients that run through their blood. No matter how many or how diverse…
If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth. – Carl Sagan
In order to talk to a viking you need to know Norse code
Truly I don’t. But these things I do have great disdain for.
Life is to short to make just one decision,
Music’s too large for just one station,
Love is too big for just one nation and
God is too big for just one religion.
“Paganisms are not proselytizing religions. We don’t have to proselytize. Our job is to provide for ourselves a vibrant, flexible, and ongoing sustained pagan culture that is so beautiful, so rich with, and so sexy and so desirable that people will want to come to us because they see us and they say, ‘I want what they have.’”
“Perhaps it’s the greatest of all human vanities to assume that one’s religion is the only way to deity. Such beliefs have caused incalculable bloodshed and the rise of the hideous concept of holy wars.” – Cunningham – Wiccan Author
I promise I had not seen this picture before I wrote an article awhile back in which I referred to each person’s life story as “their book”. If I had, I most assuredly would have used it as the feature graphic for the article. But the day after writing it, this turned up in my news feed on the book of face. Who says the gods don’t speak to us each and every day?
If one dream should fall apart and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick up one of those pieces and begin again.
Jealousy is an emotion based, typically, in thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, concern, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of status or something of great personal value, particularly in reference to a human connection. It often consists of a combination of emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness and disgust. More often than not, the state of being jealous and the associated emotions invoked with it do more to push away the intended connection of value rather than retain it. It destroys what it seeks to preserve. It is a sickness which grows from the seeds of low self esteem.
Love is a slippery thing, like sand, or water, or oil. It can be cupped in the hands and held gently but if you try to grip it tightly it slips through your fingers and slips away. To truly love one must be willing to allow those who are loved to move about freely, to live and to grow.
Fulfillment and enjoyment comes in appreciating what we have or, in the event that we no longer have it, that we’ve had the experience. Don’t be sad that a beautiful thing is gone but be happy that it existed at all. This attitude sets us up for more positive experiences in life and greater enjoyment of what is yet to come.