Fly Nazi

So, I was washing dishes at work today – more in para 2 – and I discovered something that disturbed and intrigued me. And I wanted really badly to blog about it. AND I managed to remember what it was when I got home ( which I then promptly forgot in favour of ignoring my twitter buddy ( who I really wanted to talk to ) to finish reading xkcd. A feat I have now successfully accomplished, you’ll be over joyed to know. )! Wooh!

[ A quick warning. This post may actually and honestly offend people. I'm sorry if it does. I don't mean it that way, I was just thinking. You'd be surprised how much room washing dishes by yourself gives your thought patterns to stroll. ]

Work tonight was actually alright; things have been kind of awkward lately since we had five staff abandonments in less than a fortnight. Tonight I was on dish duty – something I actually really enjoyed. I impressed the manager twice with my much improved dish-washing skillz ( ie – it doesn’t take me three hours to wash roll pans anymore ) and I kept everything pretty much caught up ( except for some slacking at the end. ). While I was washing out one of the batter mix pans ( the pan of mix you dunk chicken into between batterings to make it delicious and crispy. Well, I wouldn’t know about delicious, but it certainly makes it LOOK crispy, at least. ) and there was a black fly trapped in the water. Over the time it took me to wash the dishes around that pan, the fly managed to crawl his way out of the liquid – his wings completely useless and flat in the wet – and was just stumbling up onto the outer edge when I came to empty the pan out.

I had two options. Save the fly by scooping him out of the liquid and putting him somewhere safe -or- dump the liquid down the drain and swish him away with it to his fate.

I chose option two. The reasoning behind that was: I work in a food place. Food places don’t like flies because they’re evil and unsanitary and make customers unhappy. Unhappy customers mean unhappy managers which equates to less hours and less pay meaning reduced probability of mountain trek/quest/journey with him. This is undesirable. [ Well, okay it was actually: I work in a food place. I saw a fly embedded in the bottom of a cooked roll once. Fly + Food = Bad. ]

So I sent the poor little creature down the drain along with batter mix and doughy flour.

And as I was rinsing out the pan and pumping the drain under the sink ( if you don’t pump it, it overflows, then you have to clean the floors a lot more than you would have had to if it didn’t [ I just remembered that I can do italics here. I'm not tweeting! I can actually stylize my text!! I could change the colour if I wanted to, too!!! ] overflow due to your negligence… ) I tried to suppress my guilt over the little fly’s life – it’s sort of part of the job description, keeping pests dead – and I thought, quite unintentionally, ‘this must be what the Nazi soldiers ( that weren’t heartless ) felt about the Jews they persecuted and murdered. And that doesn’t show my [ non-existent ] hate for Jews. It shows my appreciation of life.

I wondered, as I washed the dishes and with a slight air of “If I remember to blog about this, I bet a bunch of people are gonna get po’d and thing I’m being horrible when I’m really, really not,” if those soldiers felt the same desire to save life but a similar duty to their higher power – ie, the government and its ideals, or, the chicken place – that they felt, as I did, left them no choice. Their first duty is to the people that give them money, protection, stability, a chance to better their lives – not to some unnamed creature that is obviously bad because Big Brother says it is.

I’m not saying that Nazi soldiers were in the right. They weren’t. Killing people because of their religion is just as stupid as killing them because of the letter their name starts with ( or kissing them for the same reason, come to think of it… ), and is inexcusable.

But, I wonder… There are people behind statistics. Those soldiers were real people, who felt and breathed and loved just like me. And, undoubtedly, they felt that same duty-constricted remoteness towards the objects of their cull. Or some of them did, at least.

I don’t seek to excuse, just to point out that at least some of them probably felt bad. But felt like they had no other choice.

In retrospect – I should’ve saved the fly.

And I might stay vegetarian.

xxdruxx

 

Philosophy with Blake

12:13am Dru:
wow, so I totally just saw a little mouse creeping behind the speakers.
but there wasn’t a mouse
and he faded away as I was watching him…
:/

12:13am Blake:
youve got two things it could be, your seeing things or a bit of divine intervention

12:13am Dru:
well, i’ve slept two hours in the past 36
and it’s about this point that I usually start to hallucinate…
so…yeah
not sure why a horrible looking little mouse would be a good thing to see

12:14am Blake:
you tell me

12:14am Dru:
…it wouldn’t? I hate mice and they’re dirty, disease ridden fiends bent on eating my cereal, chips and pop tarts…
lol

12:15am Blake:
and you cant think of any reason?

12:16am Dru:
abstractly, it is possible that as the mouse was lost and unhappy in his surroundings due to his self-indulgence in the temptation of human food that would ultimately lead to his death, I am winding my way down a road to sticky traps and miserableness?

So, that’s the sort of thing that Blake and I discuss. You remember him, right? The kiwi one?

Not the compsci one…

xxdruxx

 

tea @ 5:55am

Actual time = 12.06am

time elapsed since title – 7 minutes. This is how long it takes me to make a decent cup of tea.

Yum.

I just broke into the breakfast room in my hotel ( and by broke-in I mean opened the door that is supposed to be locked but was not and then walked through the door ) and got myself a little bag of tea [ oh, but it is awkward switching from third person tweets to first person blogs. Makes me all dizzy-wizzy. ], some more creamer ( they were out of French Vanilla out front ) and two muffins – Banana Nut ( my favorite – no “U” with pride tonight. I’m proud to be an American. ) and blueberry ( my second favorite and by far the inferior choice ). The Blueberry muffin was infinitly disappointing when compared to the Banana nut. It was really stale and nasty. Oh! They were mini-muffs, so they were in total about…an eigth of a muffin? Or maybe a sixth. But the Banana Nut was so divine. Loved it.

And I talked vocally to Erik. I’ll have to tell you about him.

After I tell Lydia. I haven’t written, properly, in my journal in months. Months plural plural.

Good day to you, dear blog.

[ Please, if you read...comment. What's your favorite muffin? Does it differ between regular and mini-muffs? Do you like the word mini-muffs? It makes me think of eggs for some strange reason........... Way too many periods there. [ yes, dan, I'm QUITE aware that those are full stops, not periods. Periods are what girls get once a month. They're also what are in an over-abundance above me... ] Dan feels like no one reads and it is therefore unnecessary to blog. So untrue. ]

xxdruxx

ps [ and I'm not even sure that insomnimaniacal is a word. But it should be. It's grammatically sound and I like it. It belongs on some of my other posts, but I don't like back tagging. It's annoying. ]

post ps [ oh, and Eric ( the frog that lives down the street from us sort of ) has possibly been killed by some careless weed killer trickling into his mini-pond-drainage-ditch from someone trying to kill the grass further up the ditch. That makes me so sad. He's lived there for four years. Or...some frog that bears a striking resemblence to Our Eric has been there.

And I'm so lost without spell check.

And someone will get what I mean when I say "Our Eric" because that's such a non-american saying. And I've turned into one of those "I'm american, but i'm not..." people.

AND I'm rambling.

Goodnight. I might be back later. After I've dog-bark-coughed and written in my journal aka Lyd. ]

 

Rubberduckzilla

A motorist in a Mercedes was driving through the countryside on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, having a lovely time, when he came to an area of the road that was covered with a rather large puddle of water from a previous rain storm. Worried that he was going to damage the car and its engine in the deep water, he asked a local farmer (who just happened to be standing near the large pool of water) how deep the water was.
“Arr”, said the local farmer “That water only be a few inches deep!”
Relieved, the motorist edged his car into the water, expecting to come out the other side in no time. Instead, as he drove in, the water came right up the side of the car, and the engine sputtered to a halt. Sitting there with the water lapping at the window, the motorist yelled at the local angrily: “I thought you said this water was only a few inches deep!!!”
“Well”, replied the local farmer “It only come up to the waist of them there ducks!”

I found rubberduckzilla via a friend of mine on facebook. So I looked up duck jokes and I found the one above ( actually on Duckzilla’s page ) and the one below. Which just about made me die laughing.

A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of lager and a ham sandwich. The landlord looks at him and says, “But you’re a duck!”
“Your eyes work”, replies the duck, wryly.
“And you talk!” exclaims the landlord.
“And your ears”, says the duck,
“Now can I have my beer and my sandwich please?”.
“Certainly”, says the landlord, “sorry about that… it’s just we don’t get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?”.
“I’m working on the building site across the road”, explains the duck.
The landlord watches, astounded, as the duck drinks his beer, eats his sandwich and leaves.
The duck visits regularly for 2 weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town.
The owner of the circus comes into the pub and the landlord says to him,
“You’re with the circus aren’t you?, I know this duck that would be just brilliant in your circus – he talks, drinks beer and everything!”.
“Sounds marvelous”, says the owner, “get him to give me a call”.
So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the landlord says,
“Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money!”.
“Yeah?”, says the duck, “Sounds great, where is it?”.
“At the circus”, says the landlord.
“The circus?”, the duck inquires, a bit bemused.
“That’s right”, replies the landlord.
“What, the place with the big tent?. Big canvas roof, hole in the middle, loads of animals?”, asks the duck.
“That’s right!”, says the landlord.
The duck looks confused. “Why would they want a plasterer”

Okay, now that you’ve had amazingly amusing… =)

xxdruxx

[ ps i love ducks. I really do =) they're so cool. ]

 

Kitteh iz Yodelle okaih?

So cute!

Phrennie would eat me alive.

xxdruxx

 

Cat

The sun is in my eyes
And I’m stuffed full of potato salad
The cat is laying on a box
Enjoying the late afternoon sun

There’s a “Persian” rug
- from Egypt -
in the middle of the floor
I would point out the inaccuracy
But I would be humiliating one to do so

I would say I wish I was that cat
With a care-free life of sleep
And eat
And dream
But I know she’s not any happier than I am

I see the way she sleeps to escape
( Just like me )
And the way she spits at everyone who gets near her
She’s really just like me

They criticize her because she doesn’t do her job
But she can’t see as well as she could, you know
And they don’t do theirs either
And when she tried they made fun of her
And called her stupid
So she stopped trying
It’s okay for them
Not for her

She just wants to be left alone
Like it used to be
Before there were intruders in her house
When there was peace and love growing

I would say I wish I was that cat
But I’m fairly sure she wishes she were me

 

MASSIVE PHOTOPOST OF DOOM!

WOO! Hold onto your socks ( Especially if they’re baby pink and Beth gave them to you ) because I’m going to post the most massive photopost of all time, ever. And it’s all Dan’s fault. “You should take more pictures. No one ever really blogs anymore. Blah blah blah.” Well, it took a while to get around to it, but I’m once again skiving off physics and instead sharing my wonderful life in pictures with you.

YAY!

so…*gong* commence!

First and foremost. I actually found this term in the back of one of my text books, and I too a picture of it for Jon to see. I want to say that it was either one of the Histories or possibly a Government book. No! It was World History because I had to ask Coach if I could take a pic of it. The term was indeed Star Wars, but it was about Nuclear missiles or something. But it was Star Wars, that’s why I took it.

This is a mushroom Dad found in our yard. He checked it out and it was definitely a mushroom. It was really yummy too. Mom’s holding it.

Jon and I after Mama’s funeral. It was a good service and I cried so hard after I sang. I am so thankful for the help I had to hit those notes that day. ( I sang How Great Thou Art for those of you unable to attend. )

Saw this in Denton. Forced Jon to stop so I could take a picture. I want this van so much…

The most perfect guy ever. My friend, Jon. =) ( He’s the one who fulfills all the stuff on the wishlist. Isn’t he wonderful? He was digging a hole for the tree we got to Memorialize Mama and he was unimpressed that I made him pose for a photo. I like that shirt, too. )

The most awesome friend ever. Krista, the amazing. ^^ It says “Live to dance in the rain” i believe. This is from the epicdemic ( yes, an epidemic of epicness. I need to put that in the drictionary… ) that was our trip to Jupiter House.

This is Max’s nose. Isn’t it cute?

Flash on…

Flash off. It’s a pumpkin or vanilla scented candle that is on a burner thing so we don’t have to set it on fire and it’ll still smell delicious.

SALSA! And a really big container of it, too.

This is Copper Pig ( aka “Coppie” ) He holds Grandma’s coin collection and I inherited him. Isn’t that cool? I inherited something.

Chase once tried to steal this gargoyle. Not really steal…but he did transport him a long way down the drive-way. This is one of the only gargoyles I actually like. ^^

And this is his face. [ Mom collected gargoyles for a while. I don't know if she still is or not. But she brought them from England with her. ]

A random still life of keys, Frankenstein and the rose thing of Mama’s memorial. Yeah… I don’t really know. But I’ll pretend I do and everyone might think it’s artistic…maybe… xP

MY WATERMELON!!!! Sadly the zipper on it just died a few days ago. But this is my Watermelon change purse that I got with Lu and Jon when we went to Brighton. It served me well. And I still have the good luck coin thing that Lu gave us in it. Jon has his in his wallet still, I believe.

YES! SNIFF MY LEG MAX!!! DO IT……

Chris, the Christmas pig. She’s a girl. And a Piggy Bank. Like Coppie, but not copper.

Dad’s building a doll house. It’s conveniently located next to scenic “Back Door” and a wonderful Aloe Vera plant. Woo!

Welsh traditional national dress. Granny gave it to Grandma. ( Dad’s Mum to Mom’s Mom. )

Extremely interpretive. It may look like a Salt Shaker, but it’s actually about the transfer in the consideration of “wealth” and what hard work and wonky camera angles can do for you as a person… Or something like that, anyway.

This one I actually like for real. It’s a vase thing for flowers with Dragon Tears ( ie – flat marbles ) and water in it. I like the focusing. I like the picture.

From the “Orange Citrus Fruit” Collection. You saw piece one from my co-worker, Krista, yesterday night. Her’s was “Orange-on-Cup” mine is “Grapefruit-on-Grapefruit-on-Grapefruit-on-Basket-on-Island” Why are they called grapefruit? They don’t look like grapes, and they’re not small.

The underside of my wind chimes. They hang outside my door and warn me if people walk into them…

This is my bathroom sink drain. And I wouldn’t have included it, but I told Dan that I took this picture so I thought he should see it… ( You remember that this whole agonizingly long post is HIS fault, right? )

It’s a soda can. And I’m looking into it. WOOT!

Me as a pretty little child of about 5ish.

Me as a pretty little child of about 13ish.

The INSIDE of my microwave. Don’t worry, it wasn’t on. I set a timer on my camera and let it go off. I actually filmed that. Remember?

The ridiculously awesome star that Kasey drew on my hand for me. I kept it alive for like 5 days then it died. *cry*

Mommy and Daddy! We went to CiCi’s and were amazing.

Dad was trying to get Jon to smile. :p

It said “display” but it looked like just “Splay” to me. Which made me laugh. So I took a picture.

Alright, this one I actually have a memory to share with. When I was really young ( like that first picture of me in that poofy blue dress? ) we used to go to CiCi’s ( when it was only $2.99 ) after my pageants. Well, when I was little I used to love to use the Handicap Bathroom Stall ( it was a quite official name, actually ) for no real reason. I’ve often noticed other kids like to do that, too. I just wanted you all to look back fondly on a time in your life when you may have been sweet and innocent like that. So…yeah. Reflection over.

“Buy a yearbook or else… [ Rahmen will eat you. ]“

A close up of a pickle. I love that focus. And you can see my totally awesome nails of watermelon.

Chocolate lunch milk, yum!

Because that many E Numbers has to be artistic… =D ( English people get it, american’s don’t! Dan! Your job is to explain what E Numbers are to the american ones… ♥ you )

I’ll admit it. I did think of Porter.

My childhood home in Denton.

“Friendship”

One of my many Pepper hearts. This one at Braum’s. The second one I ever made. ( The first was at lunch. Colleen took a pic of it and made me happy. Krista took a better pic of this. I’m afraid this is just a phonto. ) I might start a collection of them…

It was a little kid toy Marine helmet. It looks like a yarmulke on me though…

We were at Wal-Mart, in the homewares/hardwares section.

But Piggy was not far. =)

Very nice lady with very nice eyeliner let me take this picture. Isn’t that COOL?! I love the star.

Krista’s hands. Playing a song. Being amazing. Cheering me up, if I remember. ( which is a pretty regular occurrence. =D )

LOL! Made me think of Krista. From the podium in my Government teacher’s room. WOOT!

Smoking is bad. I liked the way this looked though. The light blur makes it really cool ( in my opinion. And since I took it… He thought it was cool, too. ( don’t worry, it’s not Jon! ) )

Bright Green aviators…oh yes. Traded Drew for them. I ♥ them. It’s true. [ This is shockingly similar to my current Facebook picture. ]

And…last of all:

The picture that started all my random pictures. I thought it was really funny how it said “please eat me…” and I was talking to dan on the phone at the time. I think the conversation was something like “I’m going to take like a zillion pictures and put them all up on the blog. Then you won’t be able to complain ANYMORE.”

And so, the massive photopost of doom was born.

I hope you enjoyed it.

It took me like an hour, almost exactly, but I enjoyed…

xxdruxx

 

Wild Hyenas

Oh no!

I’m Terrified!

It’s a wild hyena! Ahh!

[ Txtd this to Krista like a while ago. Thought you should get to participate in the awesomeness that is Spanky. ( the dog. ) ]

xxdruxx

 

Maxy

“Your mommy passed on, sweetie. Yeah, your poor mommy isn’t coming home no more. You’ll have to be Daddy’s boy now. Yeah, you’ll have to be daddy’s boy now. You’ll have to see her one day in Heaven. Yeah, you’ll have to see her in Heaven one day.”

 

Pictures!

Hey guys, I know I keep promising pictures and not coming through, but this time I really will have pictures for you from my trip up here! I took as many as I could before my camera batteries went out, of various things. The snow/sleet that’s been coming down on Oklahoma ever since I got here (bad luck, that), my sister’s kitties, my brother-in-law’s parents pets… I dunno how great their quality is but I got a real nice one of my sister’s cat, it’s almost lolcat worthy. You’ll see them later though.

haha, finding an excuse to blog.

BBL.

*¡Kiara!*

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