Wow. I don't know what to make of all the comments I received for my cow post. You guys must really feel strongly about cows. I should talk about cows more often.
Ah! Here's an idea. "Were-cows." If you were a were-cow you'd turn into a cow on a full moo, and eat up all the pasture-land you come across. You'd wake up the next day naked, lying in the middle of a meadow with cud in your mouth and no idea how you got there. Now the only real problem with that idea is how people become were-cows in the first place. As far as I know cows don't bite people. It would have to be like radioactive milk or something. But then it would be more like a Hulk-cow.
Okay enough about cows, dammit. I fuckin' hate cows.
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I saw this yellow school bus in Jersey yesterday that had a retractable yellow guard thing that extended when the bus driver parked to drop kids off. Apparently it's there to keep the children from running in front of the bus, unbeknownst to the driver, so that they won't get killed.
It got me thinking. There's so much stuff out there that's built specifically for our safety. Not just physical barriers for potential disasters, but laws that make it illegal for us to hurt ourselves. I foresee a future where there's gonna be so much "For Your Own Safety" stuff that humanity will become a weak race. We already coddle to the physical disadvantages of our people with wheelchairs and special walking shoes and reading glasses and stuff like that. I know one thing's for sure, some near-sighted dude won't last one second in the wilds of Africa without his glasses.
What makes us different from other animals on Earth is our intelligence. But it's our intelligence that is making Darwinsim and "Survival Of The Fittest" obsolete. We're doomed. Doomed!
Oh crap. I'm near-sighted. Note to self: If ever in the wilds of Africa be sure to bring contact lenses.
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I can't find my glasses.
I was wearing my contacts today because I had a basketball game so I haven't seen my glasses since I left for the game. I'm about to put my contacts back on so I can look for my glasses.
How ironic is that?
Calling all of Glenns family and friends. We have a serious problem on our hands. I will need all of the help that I can get. Glenn is suffering from "Too much time on his hands syndrome". I must tell you that he is in deep denial, so, it won't be easy. Let's all join forces to save Glenn. Tee hee hee... babe... I got nuttin' but love for ya!
Posted by: Leah aka Skit at April 21, 2004 08:03 AMAnother thing... you need to start sewing (G you Knit) things to your clothing 'cause you lose everything!
Posted by: Leah at April 21, 2004 08:04 AMDo you know how they have Iron Chef Japanese, Iron Chef French, etc. for each cuisine? Imagine if they had Iron Chef Burger King?
Posted by: Super Cow at April 21, 2004 11:06 AMis that you in the picture on the right?
Posted by: i live on the third floor at April 21, 2004 06:01 PMThat picture changes randomly. Which picture did you see?
Posted by: Glenn at April 22, 2004 03:43 AMJust to touch on the cow thing- I 'm reading a book called Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser. There are chapters about the cows they use for fast food chains. Free range vs controled range, slaughter house details that will make you want to go vegetarian. Honestly, I never thought twice about cows until I read this book.
Posted by: Flare at April 26, 2004 09:25 AM