The itsy, bitsy, spider...

I can’t decide if dead spiders are creepy or just sad. Really, they all die all eight in the air and it just looks tragic or they just fall and are dangling there in their own webs.

Still on the other hand they are spiders and they are ruthless killers, but that is their nature so it is not like they are doing something out of their wheelhouse.

I think spiders are really sort of cool but they aren’t really good on the close up.

You know the silhouette of a spider is cool, the close up of all their hundreds of eyes and fangs is more than a little unnerving.

Stunt boy says the only good spider is a dead spider they are just creepy. I however will let them crawl on me and will sometimes catch them by a strand of web and we have a good time of climbing and swinging.

This summer, I found a spider while standing in line while waiting to get into a store. Well the spider and I were playing up the web and down the web, which gave us plenty of elbow room while standing around and waiting on our turn in line.

It also involved us into a conversation with a kid who had goats. Goat girl told us all very interesting stories about her family and her goat farm. The other one and I told how we had a fight with machetes one time and showed her the scar in his head to prove it when she said not uh. See spiders can bring people closer together.

They also make people shriek like little bitty girls especially it you have one in your hand like a yo yo and you swing in their general direction. Seriously what is a little bitty spider on the end of some web going to do?

Well yeah I’m no entomologist so I don’t know which ones are poisonous so there is that little fact but really I’m as much risk as anyone else for messing with it in the first place.

They are ok to crawl around on your hands and stuff and long as you can see where they are on you once they get into those places you can’t seem them they certainly get a bit more creepy and crawly.

Oddly enough I just saw a spider app, spider swiper the game. Which wasn’t the inspiration for the blog it was a dead spider on the stairs are work all eight up
And swiper isn’t really a word or so says my spell checker.

So where do you stand on the whole spider thing, Fan or not?

Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely

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I think you are standing on my chest...

So I survived Thanksgiving but I may be referred to as Typhoid Man from now on. It appears that my body decided that because I have the next few days off it was the perfect time to let off the biohazard bomb in my body. By 4:30 in the afternoon I’m sure the grim reaper will be coming to see me soon and I spent the better part of the next 16 hours sleeping or rather trying to sleep. I’ve been coughing so much my kidneys hurt. Yay. (chagrin)

In other super happy fun time news

When you order fries to go from the fast food places there are two kinds of fries

The first kind are the fries in the packet, container, bin, bucket, or what ever thing they serve the fries to you in. Those fries are really good.

The other kind of fries, are the bonus fries. The bonus fries are those that end up on the bottom of the food bag that have escaped the container. You only get bonus fries when you get take out. The fries that fall onto the try in store are just spillage fries and it’s not the same.

The bonus fries are the same really as the other fries but they some how they taste just a little bit better than the regular fries. Because you don’t know that you have them until all of the regular fries are gone and then …

Bonus fries. That is the joy at the bottom of the bag

Well today stunt boy and I are coming back from the other one’s house and he got hungry. So we stopped, ordered and got back on our way. So we share the regular fries and then he eats his dead animal sandwich and then bonus fries.

Except that this time it was Bonus Fry

Stunt boy ate the only Bonus Fry, he didn’t even offer me half he just ate it

It was a very sad thing and the thing is I really want fries now because I didn’t get any bonus fries

In other news… I’m going to try not to die. Anyone have a bio hazard sign?


Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely

Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday

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I live here I know what the street looks like

I am perplexed as of late. I look at my life and for the most part I do not have any regrets about the choices I have made and would probably make them all again. I made choices because at that time in my life it was what I wanted and justified all of it.

The things that perplex me are the thing in my life which effect me but I was not part of the choice. It is frustrating because it effects that choices that I can make from that point on.

I wonder too why people think the things that they do about me. I hear them and I try to understand why… what have I done to deserve this or that label.

Some I understand I really do others I don’t

I am imperfect but I am me

I wonder why does it matter that I have long hair and tattoos does that some how make me less of a person that the person who doesn’t

Because I feel that it’s important to be honest even if the truth is not what the other person wants or even needs to hear.

Does it make me strange or weird that I like different things than most people?

I think it just makes me, me and not you

I don’t like that no matter where you are, basically it’s all the same. We live in the homogenized plastic world where everyone is starting to think look talk and act the same. We insist to do any work you have to be pidgin holed into some mold and nothing else is acceptable. That may be true with heart surgery but does it really matter with problem solving? Helping in a non-clinical setting.

The constant insisting and limiting and molding everything to be the same we slow die

And to quote Hancock .. “you all do you and I’ll do me… K”


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Simplicity

Keeping things simple isn't as simple as it seems. Well I'm sure it is if you are socialized to keep things simple. However if you are not socialized that way and the society around you says the way to measure success is to have stuff. Then by not having stuff aren't you making a statement against society.

Anyway I need to simplify things

I also notice that hate spreads much faster than love

Whose in the room

Our lives are a series of rooms. Rooms we build and rooms we visit. The ones we visit are built by other people. The rooms we build have rules that we like the ones we visit have rules that other people like.

How do you act in the rooms of others?

Still self censoring which sucks but at least I'm leaving you all with a question. And at this point I'm thinking that the only one left with the question is me.