Janel's Place

That's sad. I just lost my blog.

I was just wishing I could look through the eyes of my "intellectual" friends and get a clue about their perception of me. I get the feeling that they believe I am a self-admitted extremist, intelligent to some extent but trapped in this wacko belief system without knowing why. Maybe I could go watch a play and understand myself better. This play explains why some people are so attracted to extreme belief systems... you know, radical Islam, right-wing conservatism, that kind of thing. There is some kind of comfort in being able to believe just what people tell you and never think for yourself... it's really interesting. Really Janel, you should go!

These people are so friendly and they want to help, they really do. I appreciate the attempts to rescue me from my stupidity. I guess they are more confidently wrong than I ever will be confidentally right. Honestly, I learn from history books and communicate with God with a brain and spirit that I'll never understand in this life. It could be a matrix constructed by aliens. Maybe all the laws of nature worked backwards for a while and the quarks and neutrinos and whatnot all organized before the entropy laws started to dominate. That makes almost as much sense as humans evolving from apes. The point is that I'd be the last to say I know everything, I just picked something that makes sense and sort of look forward to dying when I can find out for sure. Dying will be so much more exciting than going to Japan, heck we know way more about Japan than we do about "heaven." I'll have spent life making a darn good effort trying to be right. If my confident friends are wrong, God have mercy. I hope my life will at least cause them to question their choices once in a while. God can work with a curious mind.
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Maybe the watch-email never boils. Or comes. It's 11:25 a.m. in Japan right now, a good time to email. I'm almost positive that going to science meetings are more trouble than they are worth, but it's still breaking out of the mold which prevents molding. (Meanwhile the cat dumps another pile of papers onto the floor... do my landlords think I do that?)

I saw a horse with a seriously swollen right flank today. Seriously. Actually he just had a gigantic butt cheek and since that's what I've been telling everybody else I might as well write it. If I was a vet I would be spending most of my time doing re-rounds, because you can't just treat something like that and not go back and see how it's doing! How satisfying it would be to watch that thing regress. Then you would feel that vet school was worth it.

Today I found my toothpaste that had been lost. It was a moment of joy because my other toothpaste is really hard to squeeze any more toothpaste out of.

My baby chickens are still alive.

My rat is psychotic.

This is a desultory blog. Maybe even abstruse. Would it be more mellifluous if I expatiated upon the ignominious equivocation of our contumacious media? Calumniating Mel Gibson with such effrontery? It promotes misanthropy and makes one splenetic. Dude, I always thought that referred to the spleen. Guess not. Maybe if you have a problem with your spleen you become splenetic. Aren't I a sanguine savant! Or a soporific human progressing to the phlegmatic state, doomed to recidivism. I'm not going to have a clue what this means tomorrow.
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