Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Sooo what's up with me?? Well I got another car for a Derby this coming fall, and I got my father one for Father's Day, and, OH YAH, I just read in someone's Blogger profile that they are against gay marriages. Like, what the hell, girl, you seem lame and I love Ellen. Enough said? Nope, not yet.
I consider myself to be part of a very traditional family- parents married 21 years, both sets of grandparents been married since the stone age, there is no incest despite the hickness of my family. I totally understand the stone-age grandparents being skeptical, but having gay friends in high school has helped them to understand what being gay is. They were ignorant before. They never knew anyone who was gay and growing up raised to be "traditional" was all they ever knew. There wasn't the vast amounts of media and internet and public rights groups back when they were growing up and forming their opinions. I am not saying that old people have the right to not approve of gay people, but rather, I am saying that it is difficult to teach an old dog new tricks. This can be seen through trying to teach your grandparents (or even parents) about computers, or how to call you back on a cell phone. It is things that they are unfamiliar with. I didn't grow up in that generation, so that is just my opinion on this.
Young people, however are stupid. to be ignorant is to not understand, and to be stupid is to understand, but still make the same decisions. The young girl, age 16 I believe, is stupid. Lets say "not being very smart" so I don't get hate mail. Honestly, if you find love in another person, you should be allowed to be with them until eternity. You should be able to be married, if that is what you want to do, and get the same benefits that heterosexual couples have.
Seriously, girl, you're 16. You haven't lived long enough to develop such complex opinions like these and post them on your Blogger profile and be so proud of them. I'm ashamed. The younger generation should get off their computer, and with an open mind, meet just one gay person. They will change your life forever because they are so awesome. Find out for yourself that they are real people, like you, who want the same thing- to fall in love. They want to fall in love with another great person.
I hope you find a nice man and get married and have lots of other children who will live under a rock with you and your stupid, uneducated, inconsiderate ways. I will never read your blog again. Thanks.
Darn good and sure of it,
p.s. I did not edit this one. This was "hate mail" that was posted to the internet in hopes to clarify my stance on one of many controversial issues.
p.p.s. If everything was traditional I wouldnt have had chicken and tzatziki for breakfast which was awesome, nor would I be sitting here on a computer, I might be off spinning wool...
Saturday, 9 June 2012
I grew up in a house in a wonderful neighbourhood, and when I was about 8 or so, my grandparents moved in with us for a few months until their new house was built. When they were living with us, they would get up extra early and make us stuff...just as grandparents do. Every morning we had porridge. We didn't like porridge. We didn't like our grandparents taking over our morning sugar fix. Then, my grandfather came up with this moderately genius idea to cool the porridge on the woodpile out at the side of our house. Since it is winter for like 90% of the year up here in Canada (jokes, but it is always cooler than hot cereal) this plan to cool the porridge made it taste so much better. We called it woodpile-cooled hot cereal.
The topic came up tonight at dinner when my brother made a bowl of cornmeal mixed with cream of wheat (the usual in our house) for his dinner. We no longer have a readily accessible woodpile in the house we live at now, and our tongues have grown to be a bit more sensitized to hotness in the past 12 years. However, the idea of woodpile-cooled hot cereal overtook my brother as he stuck his bowl in the fireplace for a few minutes before eating it. 12 years and going strong on woodpile-cooled hot cereal.
Darn good and sure of it,