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Forgive me for the pun in the title. I couldn’t resist. In less than 3 days, my post on global warming has become the single most popular post on my blog ever written. Not only has it brought forth passionate views from all sides of the spectrum, but it’s also been featured on 2 prominent websites: - Best Gay Blogs featured it as the Blog of the Day (thank you guys!) - Skeptical Science featured it also, which is probably the first and only time I’ll have something to say that interests the science community (and I’m honored to be featured) I’m glad that most of my readers are open minded enough to realize it’s a very complex topic that deserves to be seen from all angles, not just the popular ones. Click here to read the original post that started the discussion.
This is a very touchy subject for a lot of people, so the only thing I ask that you keep an open mind for this discussion. Ask anyone about global warming and they’ll quickly agree that we have a problem. I remember a time when it snowed on Halloween in the 1980’s. Now there are days that I can wear shorts in December. Oh yes, dear readers, something is awry. The most popular consensus is that humans are to blame for this warming. According to one poll, 86% of American believe we are the direct cause. Those are pretty high numbers, and I’m guessing the results would be the same no matter where you took the poll. Just because something is popular, does that mean we should automatically believe it? There was a time when the popular consensus was that the Earth was flat. We all know that’s not true now, but once upon a time, you would have been laughed at if you suggested it were round. Al Gore has become synonymous with global warming. Millions of people consider him to be almost God-like because of all the hard work he’s done. I admire Al Gore because he’s passionate and he cares about our planet. But the fact remains that he is human. He isn’t God, and even though he can prove the Earth is getting hotter, there are still questions as to whether humans are the cause. If you look back in documented history, there have been unusual spells of warmth throughout it. Long before we had cars and pollutants, there were years in which the climate changed drastically. Who was causing it then? Today, there are scientists who want to speak out and say that we are not the cause of global warming. They want to discuss it in a factual, diplomatic way. The problem is that nobody will listen. If they even try to explain, people immediately try to censor them. Why? What is so wrong with just talking about it? It’s a big deal and I think we should examine all sides. But as humans, it is just easier to accept that we are the cause. That fits nicely into a box that we can understand, because everything must be rational. Well, the Earth isn’t rational. Just because we want an explanation that aligns with our thought process doesn’t mean it’s true. So I just wanted to put it out there. Nobody denies there is global warming, but there are very educated scientists who do believe this is just part of a natural cycle. I think we should listen to all sides, rather than letting the media tell us what to believe.
“A smelly fluff.” I just read this phrase for the first time on a friend’s blog. He wishes to remain anonymous, so I won’t link to it, but OMFG I love this phrase! I hope it means what I think it means, because I just kind of took it and ran with it. But I’m going to work it into as many conversations as possible. Last night was rough… Two of the scariest nightmares I’ve ever had: Part 1: The Catholic church I went to as a child had a separate building. The top level was where the Priest lived and and also had his office. There was also a basement level where we all went for coffee and donuts on the first Sunday of every month. It was a social thing. In the dream, I was downstairs with my Mother and Grandma. But Grandma was an illusion, as she is actually dead. It’s almost been 2 months now, and Mom was still carrying around the belief that Grandma was alive and she was taking care of her. Rodney was upstairs in the living room with my Grandpa, who has been dead since 1996. But again, he was an illusion which stemmed from my Mom’s denial. (She’s not really in denial, just in the dream.) So I was sitting at the table with Mom and Grandma when bodies started rising from the graves and coming for us. Everyone panicked and it turned into mass hysteria. The corpses were screaming verses from the Bible in Latin and chasing after all the living people. We all ran up the stairs and Grandma fell flat on her face. She was stranded on the floor, her feet kicking and body twisting as she tried to help herself up. “What about Grandma?” Mom yelled at me. “Leave her, she’s not real! She’s dead!” I yelled back, sadly leaving my Grandma behind. I wanted to bring Mom with me but a voice kept telling me “You can only bring one.” I don’t know why, but I grabbed a little baby from his Mother’s arms and took him to save him. I then passed Rodney and Grandpa in the hallway upstairs, and I wanted to bring them both, but again the voice reminded me that I could only bring one. I darted past Rodney and Grandpa, again sad about not being able to save them. “There is no time! There is no time! The door will set you free,” a voice kept yelling at me. I ran down the hallway, the door feeling a million miles away as I carried the crying baby in my arms. I didn’t know what was behind the door or how it would rescue me, but I just followed the voice. And then it ended. I woke up breathless, panting heavily as I had escaped the chaos of my dream. Part 2: Rodney and I were staying at Mom and Dad’s house, the house I grew up in. We had brought along our 2 cats, Purr Purr and Prissy, and also our dog Petey. For some reason, there was this girl there. I guess she was a cousin of mine. It was nighttime and I came downstairs to find Rodney and this girl, each in their own chairs, with their throats slit and their eyes gouged out. There was blood and gore everywhere. Petey was on the floor in a pool of blood, his little neck had been cut as well. I then ran to the other room, where I saw a pair of cat paws on the floor. Purr Purr and Prissy were dragging along. Their back legs had been cut off. I picked up Purr Purr and looked in her eyes, crying. She was still alive, but in pain. “My poor little baby girl, who did this to you?” I asked. I put her down and ran upstairs to Mom and Dad’s room. I turned on the light and yelled for them to wake up. I then picked up the phone to call 911, but the line was dead. So I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and called 911, going over to my Dad. I was hysterical and trying to explain what happened. Then the girl came in the room, laughing. She said it was all a prank. Rodney and Petey were fine as well. I was so angry with her. “What about my girls? You cut their legs off!” I yelled. “Oh, relax, they’ll be fine. Cats can live without their back legs.” she said, nonchalantly. I was so furious! I think I wanted to kill her… really kill her. Does anybody still use that phrase? In a funk? A funkity funk-funk? Well, I feel in a funk tonight. Sometimes I just feel that way. A bit stuck, a bit bored, a bit sad for no reason. Maybe a little overwhelmed by the world and its gigantic size, and the occasional feeling that I am just a teeny tiny spec within it. Every couple of months, I pause to ask myself where I’m going and where I’ve been. Am I doing things right, am I being everything I can be? There were a lot of deaths in the family this past summer, and I think I shut myself off from the world in many ways after that. It’s hard to get close to anyone without fearing they will be gone someday, in one way or another. When I do get close to someone, it’s hard to maintain the relationship because I’m so critical of people. People just seem to disappoint me. Everyone’s in a hurry, such a rush. They don’t stop and think of others enough, and they think nobody notices. But I notice, and then I get my sensitive feelings hurt. Nobody has time, but I have plenty. I make time. Sometimes people will call, and they’re so apologetic. “Is now a good time? Am I interrupting anything?” they ask. But of course it’s a good time. They called because they had something to say. Naturally I would want to listen. I wonder where time goes. We’re all connected by phones and computers, so it would seem we should have extra time left over. But we don’t. In fact, communication only seems to get worse and worse. Now I’m starting to see where my funk comes from. It’s the things around me. There’s too much noise. Too much movement, too much speed. There’s too much fighting. I’m not fighting, but other people are. All the time. Even though I’m not participating, it’s hard to stand in the middle of a thunderstorm and not get wet. I need silence. I need calmness. I need a hug.
When I subscribe to your blog through RSS, it means I like you. You said something that I connected with, and now I want to hear more. I want to read about your opinions, your feelings, your life. I want to take time out of my day to learn more about yours. It’s the ultimate compliment to add someone’s blog to your RSS reader because it means you care, even though you’re not obligated to. So please explain to me why some bloggers find it amusing to limit their RSS feeds to the first few sentences of a post, expecting their subscribers to click over to the blog to get the full article. That’s just rude. I think that the people who try to do this to their readers might as well just remove the RSS feature completely. I see no point in trying to tease readers into reading a post by clicking over to your website. It tests my patience. I’m already reading the post, you have my attention. Don’t make me click over to your website, thus losing my train of thought and having to find my place in the article again. If I wanted to read that way, I would have went to your site manually, rather than opening it via RSS. I immediately unsubscribe from all blogs that do this. Nobody likes a cock tease. If you’re going to write, make it available for people to read any way they choose. Thank you.
After 2 years of blogging, I’m still not quite sure what the definition of a “meme” is. Who creates these memes, where do they come from? Is there a Meme Headquarters? Well, I’m creating my own meme, so feel free to borrow it. But be warned —this is for professional TV watchers only. Rookies don’t want to mess around with this. Favorite Comedy: The Golden Girls Favorite Drama: Six Feet Under Favorite Reality: Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List Favorite Mystery: Alfred Hitchcock Presents Favorite Animated: The Family Guy Favorite Talk Show: The Ellen Degeneres show Favorite Show That Ended Too Soon: Noah’s Arc Favorite New Show: Pushing Daisies
Why is it so easy to be mean to those we love the most? Once we get comfortable, that wall of self censorship completely disappears. I’ll give you a perfect example. I like to have lights on. Bright lights that you can see from the next town over. Rodney hates lights. His eyes are very sensitive to them, so he likes me to turn them off whenever possible. Tonight, I left the kitchen light on. I was in the living room, but I left the light on anyway because I like for it to pour in. Rodney poked his head downstairs and said “Why is the kitchen light on?” “Because I want it on,” I replied. I’m ashamed to admit, but that’s a terribly sarcastic, even childish response. My Dad talks the same way to my Mom. I don’t like it when he does that, and now I do the same thing to Rodney. What I should have said was “Well, honey, I like for it to be on and since you’re upstairs, I figured it wouldn’t bother your eyes.” Next time I start to say something rude to someone I love, I’ll pretend they are someone I’ve just met and show all the charm and warmth that I provide to perfect strangers. I’ll work on this. UPDATE: Tonight Rodney asked me why I switched the cat bowls. “Because I wanted to…” I replied, quickly catching myself. I corrected myself by explaining why the other one was better, and he noticed.
This video is about as exciting as oatmeal, but I wanted to provide a “Welcome” video for the people who read my blog. In fact, I wish everybody provided a video like this, so maybe I’ll start a new trend on blogs. The video below is just a very brief run-down of who I am. Oh, and I lied about my age. I’m actually 25. But I’ll be 26 in a month, so I figured I should say that I’m 26 so this video isn’t immediately outdated.
There are just some stories that make you laugh out loud and you never get tired of telling them. 1 year ago, an event took place in NathanLand that I’m sure will become a classic in my family. I posted it on my blog here, but felt it was worthy of being repeated: Make Way for the Shit Mobile! My parents came down this past weekend, and we had a great time. I have several stories to tell, so let’s start with the Shit Mobile. We went to Lynchburg, TN where the Jack Daniels Distillery is. On the way back we ended up behind a trailer with cows in it. The smell was awful. Ack. Once we were back at the house, I took Petey on a walk down the street. While coming back, I noticed this foul smell. “Damn Petey, that’s some stinky gas” I said. (Yes, I talk to my dog.) Throughout the rest of the evening, we all got a small whiff of some shit smell at random. We’d all make a comment about it, like “Wow that manure smell really sticks with you.” After going out for dinner, I stopped in the parking lot and looked at the car. “Hey! The car is covered in cow shit!” I said. Sure enough, a light glaze of shit was coating the front of the car, and also in the tires and under the car. That’s what I had smelled down the street from our house! Everywhere we had been, people must have smelled the car. It was strong and it carried for blocks, if not miles! Like I said, it was a light glaze. You wouldn’t notice it if you just glanced at the car. But it sure was covered. So we all laughed and laughed as we drove along, thinking about how many people had smelled the car.  ©2005-2008 Nathan Exposed . All Rights Reserved Meet the Cast
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