Good evening I love you I do
I exceeded my bandwidth, yet again, so I was offline for a couple of days. My life is dull but I enjoy it and I missed writing it up every day. It put a period on my thoughts. I might go for one of those paid servers. I found one that's suitable for like $40 a year, but that's the future.
I got really ill again. I still can't swallow without pain and choking so I hadn't been drinking or eating enough, so I dehydrated. Nothing that serious.
There were things that got me thinking. I have several scars on my body form sports, and the doctor on seeing me said, “You're certainly not one of life's spectators," which confused me.
I asked her about it and she said she just meant that I was in good shape and the scars showed that I certainly got involved in life. I guess that's true.
The same way I gave up drugs and alcohol I gave up hitting people. It was harder to stop hitting people, especially when most of my life I'd been praised and rewarded for inflicting punishment. As pugnacious as I was I never once hit an animal, or a child or a woman or anyone smaller than me, except for those two times when the little guys wouldn't just back off. Then I was thinking about Isaac Azimov. He's this SciFi guy who wrote the 3 laws of Robotics. The first one was that a Robot could never harm a human being. The second was that a robot through inaction could not allow a human to come to harm. I just this second realized they made a mediocre Will Smith movie of this book. . .
Anyway, I keep thinking if these things can be imagined being ingrained in machines why can't these things be part of human nature.
Why is there still so much racism and rage? Why are children ever at risk. Why can't a lost child go to anyone and safely ask for help? I see the damage that adult cruelty inflicts with fist, knife, and words. There is no compassion or empathy great enough to make it better.
The cruelest bitch I've ever known did not deserve to be raped. Nor did she deserve the humiliation of the trial and the nasty questions and the frank admissions she was forced to make.
At least I got to see Paulie, the fat yellow dog, and Chow tonight.
They either didn't remember that I wasn't there last night or they forgave me that easily.
We went to our lot and Dana met us. She was worried that I wasn't there last night and wasn't answering my phone.
I apologized and then watched two dogs have the time of their lives. They are doing something in this lot - it really isn't our private playground - as they dug a big hole, which means there's a big pile of dirt for dogs to fight for. (The hole is misshapen and serves no purpose that I can see) Chow strolled up to the top and lay down. he didn't mind that Ethel, my dog and fat yellow dog wrestled all around and over him as they fought to stand on Chow and be the tallest dog in the universe.
It was stupid. It was more fun to watch than that “I Robot" Movie.
Frosty Paws are a healthy for dogs dixie cup style ice cream. When it waas time to go home one of the dogs suggested that it was the custom that the winners of an important contest deserve prizes. That not giving prizes might be illegal like biting the mailman. Even Chow nodded his head to this. So I succumbed, rather than be haunted forever by the dog police. It was agreed I give the best prizes . . .