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Shout out to all the Gay people out there! Congratulations on same sex marriage every person deserves the choice of ever lasting love. Proud to say that in my culture gay people are known as "two spirited people" consisting of a male and female in one body which is quite beautiful if you ask me.
it makes me a little more proud to be american. here in ky we are having 2 pride festivals this year :) sadly im not talking to my friend so i wont be attending :/
That's what my ex whom passed away was talking to me about one day. He said that when you find a person's spirit sharing both sides, they aren't shunned down upon. They are celebrated. Exactly what you are saying :)
Discussing gun control at work is fun. I need to really stick to my rule that whenever someone discusses guns, God, or politics: politely excuse yourself and say you have some work to do. It's amazing that people tend to have absolutely no concept of a middle ground or can concede that any aspect of their reasoning is flawed.
I suppose I come off just as bad to them. But I'm guessing my stance is a bit more nuanced than "no gun control, ever"
I'm assuming you live in the US. People say this because they don't know Supreme Court case law and what decisions have been made. We have always had gun control. There are controls on them now federally and by state. The states can make the harshest controls because the 2nd Amendment is a direction to the federal government only. No state Constitution has the 2nd Amendment included. No one can ban guns without a Constitutional amendment and that will never fly. People should, in my opinion, be happy they are allowed to own a gun. There is no provision for owning any gun but just a gun. And really it was for the purposes of a militia but the Supreme Court has deemed gun ownership is a granted privilege. Some people always want more than what they should. They covet. We don't live in a direct Democracy. We have a democratic style government but it's a representative Republic and it is those representatives that present the bills and vote. If it's not on a ballot, we can voice our approval or disdain and sometimes they listen to public opinion but they look more at the big picture and citizens look to themselves. It's the me syndrome. We no longer live in the wild west days and people should get past this idea. We're becoming a very uncivilized and irrational country. This is only my opinion though.
I do my best to just keep my head down and let them rant.
#Bears
19:55 Jun 23 2015 Times Read: 1,423
We had a black bear in front of my apartment complex last night due to poor cleanup by the trash guys. (Bears seem to love turkey leg bones) I only knew it was out there as both my neigbors cat's Mr B a 25lb cat and a 4lb kitten were out on the front porch fluffed and growling at it. I herd the cat's and went out to see what was up. The kitten was even doing the clacky death-bite thing. It was so funny watching my neighbors cat's.
My son was playing basketball yesterday and he heard something in the woods behind him and saw a black bear and took off running back home. They are on the rise where i live. My kid can't even play outside now.
This is soooo interesting!! Totally feeling pretty blessed right now and not "piss poor"!
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot ; then once a day it was taken; Sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor" But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" ; and were the lowest of the low. The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be.
Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell. Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof... Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive... So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer. And that's the truth...
THANK YOU! THIS WAS A VERY ENJOYABLE READ! IF YOU HAD BEEN MY HISTORY TEACHER IN SCHOOL I WOULD HAVE REALLY ENJOYED MY HISTORY LESSON! MY HISTORY TEACHER WAS ONE OF THE MOST BORING LESSONS IN SCHOOL. THIS WAS VERY IFORMATIVE AND GREAT READING!
Oh, I can not take credit for writing this. I guess I should have posted I did not write it. Sorry about that. Someone sent to me because they know I like the truth stuff that has to do with history. Glad you enjoyed it though. I did too.
Game of Thrones- Winter Is Coming
22:21 Jun 15 2015 Times Read: 1,546
Who was shocked over the season finale? Stannis put all his eggs in the Red Woman's basket. When she abandoned him, he was left with nothing, not even his faith in himself. I did not expect that many deaths though. If Martin finishes the book by November is it'll be on the stands by the next episode. The publishers would likely be very incentivized to get books out before the show spoils them to a larger extent. However, at the rate GRRM writes and with his view on spoilers, I don't really expect to see it happen.
that was really interesting :) dang people were poor if they government dont pull their head out of their ass were gonna end right back up in the poor house
18:11 Jun 15 2015 Times Read: 1,565
Update on wild mommy cat and her 2 kittens... so we got people who will give mommy and kitten's homes. So we put out a cage to catch them with some tuna in it. We have caught about every wild cat within 5 miles but not mommy and kittens. One of my neighbors saw one of the kittens this morning that ran from the hedge to under a car... a solid white fluffy kitten. We know they are in the hedge area but damn if they will take the bait. The other wild cats we are catching go to a animal shelter where they do not kill them. Boy are they wild too. The last one we caught you could not pay me to stick a finger in that cage. He/she had turned over the water dish so I had to use a coat hanger to right it and pour more water in it. When they came to get wild cat they even had to put a sack over the cage so they could pick it up... sure it was scared but now it has a chance and who knew there were so many strays in the area I live in.
I'm glad to hear mommy and the kittens will have a new home, they seem reluctant to show up though. Was the mommy seen lately ? Is she coming to the kittens ?
We see the mommy ever day. She walks across the parking lot. We think she out hunting for the babies. What I do not get is the animal shelter locally does not put them down. They find them homes and they all get medical care. Yet people will just dump animals out on the streets. Seems the mommy is keeping the kittens under the shrubs, there very thick and I get why she would keep them there but today one ran out of the shrub and under a car so now we all have to look before we start our cars. So far we have only seen 2 kittens.
We found 5 starving kittens in a small, inescapable spot beside our house. They were so tiny - 5 weeks old. The mother was a pampered pet... she didn't hunt for her kittens. She went home morning and night and ate all her food but she couldn't bring her food back to the kittens, and she was a small cat anyway, she just wasn't making enough milk to keep her big litter alive.
We captured them all over two days (6 cats all up), found the owners and I kept the most feral kitten - they had had no interactions at all before we captured them.
I tamed my kitteh and I have had him for... 8 months now.
We were going to take them to the shelter but the shelter admitted they would put them down if they were feral... and they were. I tamed my kitten slowly, because a) he was half dead and b) I wanted to earn his trust.
The shelter did not want to take the time to do this.
I don't regret saving my Mocha.
The people who owned the mother were completely clueless about their cat - they sold most of the kittens online a few weeks later for a stupidly large price and the kitten they couldn't sell remained with them.
Hmm... so there could be more. I think there should be a heavy fine for throwing animals out for the owners and if they can't take care of the animal they should give it to the animal shelter.
Gather around everyone. I’d like to tell you a story about a tree.
This tree grows in a different virtual world than Vampire Rave–one of the many games with a community out there that exist on the Internet. It grows in a Garden of Remembrance, and the ground around it is littered with flowers and boxes of chocolates and pieces of paper with heartfelt poems written on them. And there is a plaque there as well–“In memory of Karyn,” it reads.
The story I’d like to tell is the story of that plaque and that person, someone I never met.
Karyn first logged on to that virtual world quite some time ago. She was from Norway. She kept coming back, and brought friends with her–some of whom did not speak English very well, but for whom she served as an interpreter. She made friends. Eventually she ran a website all about that virtual world, and posted on that site pictures of herself, where all could see she had a lovely smile.
As her ties to the world grew, she started a guild. She called it the Norse Traders, and with a lot of hard work, she got it off the ground and developed it into one of the most popular and well-known guilds in the game. It was a merchants’ guild that also adventured together, and pretty soon the folks involved had made good friendships.
In March of this year, some of those friends started to notice that they hadn’t seen Karyn in a while. You know how it goes in the online world–people don’t leave, they just fail to show up, usually, and you never know what happened to them. But in this case there was her website to go to. So people went looking for Karyn.
A day later the news filtered out across the social media, via emails, and eventually onto the welcome message when you first logged in: Karyn was dead. She had died in a head-on collision while test-driving a new car. And it had happened two months before, in January, and none of us had known.
Her parents knew that she had friends on the Internet–they didn’t quite understand what she did online, or who those friends were, but they knew that there were people out there somewhere who might want to learn the news. It took them some time to find her webpage, and to learn how to put a message up. But they did it, and they attached news items about the car crash, in Norwegian.
The outpouring of grief on the virtual world was immediate. People who had not logged on in months heard about it from the game’s email newsletter. A memorial service was organized. And eventually, a Garden of Remembrance was created, and a tree planted in Karyn’s memory. Players made the pilgrimage to the garden in order to leave tokens of their grief. Code was changed so that items left in this manner became permanent parts of the world.
Throughout all the events, however, there ran a common thread. People could not get a handle on feeling grief for someone they had never actually met. They could not quite understand feeling a deep sense of loss over someone they “just played a game with and chatted with online.” When describing their loss, they had to resort to “I once formed a party with her and we went into a dungeon.” They couldn’t quite express the feeling that a member of their community was gone.
And it was that sense–the Norse Traders had fallen apart since January, and now they knew why. Because Karyn, the person at the center of it, was not there. In a very real sense, they came to realize that the strange unease they had felt about hearing of her death with a two-month time lag might have originated in the fact that the loss to the community was actually felt when she stopped logging in–not when the news finally came.
In the end, that garden and that tree served not only as a memorial to a well-loved and much-missed person, but as a marker of a moment, a moment in which the players of an online game and members of a online community realized that they weren’t “playing a game.” That the social bonds that they felt within this “game” were Real.
There’s a children’s book, The Velveteen Rabbit, about a stuffed plush rabbit which desperately wishes to become Real. And in the end, the love of the little boy whose toy it is makes this come true.
In the end, the social bonds of the people in a virtual environment make it more than just a game or more then just a Gitch Database. They make it Real. Sometimes it takes a moment of grief to make people realize it, and sometimes people just come to an awareness over time, but the fundamental fact remains: when we make a friend, hurt someone’s feelings, suffer a loss, or accomplish something in an online community world, it’s real. It’s not “just a game. It's not just some Goth/Vampire Database”
The game was designed with a basic philosophy in mind: that the creators were providing an online world, one that could live and breathe and develop in new and unpredictable ways. They wanted to provide scope for players to develop online communities in a way that no other online world had done. It is amazing and gratifying to see some of the results today: volunteer police forces, roleplayer taverns, small-scale Olympics, and fledgling forms of government rise up in most MMO's. And yes, sadly, a few places where funerals have been held, for in any community of this size, there will be losses.
The thing that we should never lose sight of is that we, by participating in these sort of community, are breaking new ground that will undoubtedly prove important over the next decade, as the Internet acquires more significance in business, education, socializing, and other areas outside of gaming. The dilemmas that players and members of an online community wrestle with every day in the form of how communities are devloped should work, what to do about harassment, etc, are the key problems of virtual reality for the next several years. And they are only able to tackle them because we, the citizens/ members of these virtual communites , are more than just players, more then just profiles we create–we are a self-aware community that reaches beyond “game and communites' and into the Real.
We struggle with some of these same issues here On Vampire Rave. I am so glad to be a part of my coven, BLood Countess Coven and a part of this Vampire Rave Community. You all mean as much and some of you more then real life friends. You are REAL friends. My coven to me is a REAL family. Many of you outside my coven whom I have gotten to know ARE REAL friends and family to me. When your going though hard times we all pull together to be there for each other.
I am not going to let anyone tell me that the Garden of Remembrance isn’t Real, or that the grief we all felt over Karyn’s death was not Real. Same with this loss many of us are feeling over SatinsBitch. I am not going to let anyone tell me this community we have is NOT real. Any online community and yes, even the one here on Vampire Rave is a living breathing real community.
I have lost many friends online who have died and my feelings, my grief was real. The loss was real. We are real people behind these profiles. Just like in every community too there are good people and bad people. I hope that VR members aren’t going to let anyone tell them that their experiences within VR aren’t Real either, that it’s just a“Goth Database.”. It may be for some people, but we all know better, don’t we? For Karyn’s sake, For SatinsBitch sake and also for our own.
RIP SatansBitch. You will be missed. But never forgotten.
what a beautiful tribute to someone that obviously made a lasting impression on you. It is so true that "cyberfriends" impact us as much and the people we see in person. Sometimes they know more about us that our closest friends and family.
Your words articulate a great deal of emotion. Thank you for sharing them with us!
Yes this is so very true. The bonds we create here are real and so are our friendships. You have planted a seed here to grow such a tree for our friend Susan and let it become such a garden of rememberance for her.
Blessed be Susan, may your soul find happiness wherever you are.
I leave this friendship stamp I made for her here in this garden, you are and will be remembered dear.
Wonderful, Dakotah. You have said what many of us feel about true life events on our internet sites. I will add my bit to Susan's Garden.
Susan spent a time in Arcane with her BugShit profile and showed her love by keeping the crest when she moved on. She graced many covens with her beautiful spirit and she was much in demand as she graciously moved through VR.
I know she has traveled to a better place and is now pain free. I truly believe she is making the angels laugh.
Here is the crest she kept with her and it makes me laugh still ..............
@Heather, I love you too baby. I guess it is time for us to come out of the cloeset eh and share with the community that we are a couple.
@Erinyes LOL I remember that Bugshit profile. She could always make us laugh. Susan had such a bright and beautiful spirit about her. All she was going though with her declining health and yet her message's where always asking how I was doing.
I know she is on the Spirit Path. Susan had asked me before about what us Native Cree's believe about the afterlife and I shared it with her. She replied back to me that is her beliefs too. There a Cree saying we share believe in when someone we love has taken the next journey, ah tey wa chee un kink tay, which translate into "...and, again I will see You"
There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled, which leads to an unknown, secret place.
This is a Cree Poem written about death:
Do not lead me,
For I may not always follow.
Do not follow me,
For I may not always lead.
Lets walk our paths together,
As brothers, sisters and friends forever as one.
ah tey wa chee un kink tay
"...and, again I will see You"
There is no death. Only a change of worlds.
Our Sister's spirit is somewhere on the earth or in the sky, we do not know exactly where, but we are sure that her spirit still lives. . . . So it is.
We know that she is everywhere, yet she is to us as the spirits of our friends, whose voices we can not hear.
I was looking in her port and I seen where she took a pic of a bunch of different butterflies and I have decided she is in every butterfly.. however I dont recall seeing butterfly shit.. I mean they do shit right???
Yes its should be told... The Injun is mine and I am his...
SATANS BITCH WAS VERY KIND TO ME AND HELPED ME A LOT WHEN I STARTED HERE , I AM DEEPLY SADDENED TO LEARN OF HER PASSING. I KNEW SHE HAD BEEN UNWELL, BUT TO LEARN SHE HAD DIED SO SUDDENLY, IS A HUGE SHOCK. THIS IS A LESSON TO US ALL ALSO TO CHERISH AND SHOW THE PEOPLE WE LOVE, THAT WE LOVE THEM WHILE WE CAN AS NONE OF US KNOW WHEN WE OR OUR LOVED ONES WILL DIE. I HOPE HER DAUGHTER WILL BE OK. I WILL KEEP HER FAMILY IN MY PRAYERS ALSO. YOYU ARE RIGHT DAKOTA, AS FREINDSHIPS HERE ARE JUST AS REAL AS IF WE HAD MET OFFLINE,AND I KNOW FOR ME THAT A LOT OF THE FRIENDS I HAVE MADE HERE, ARE ALSO GOOD FRIENDS AND PEOPLE I CONSIDER FAMILY BOTH ON AND OFFLINE. LIFE IS SO PRECIOUS AND SHORT, SO WE SHOULD LIVE OUR LIVED TO THE FULLEST, AND LOVE OUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY AS IF TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY THAT WE HAD TO LIVE.
REST IN PEACE SATANS BITCH,MAY YOU SOAR ON EAGLES WINGS HOME TO SPIRIT. YOU WILL BE AND ARE ETERNALLY LOVED AND REMEMBERED BY ALL OF US HERE WHO KNEW YOU. WE ARE NICER AND BETTER PEOPLE BECAUSE WE HAD YOU IN OUR LIVES.
Ok, here is the problem. There has been a stray mother cat around our complex. We just discovered she is a mommy cat because yesterday as I was standing outside my neighbors a few doors down this little kitten dashed like Flash Gordon between us. I bent down and looked into the hedge but could not see the kitten. About 30 min later we herd the mother about 25 m away calling for her baby. I tried to get near mom but she took off. Now the kittens been in the hedge and this morning before I left for work I could hear the kitten calling for its mommy to no avail. The kittens been in the hedge since yesterday. I placed a bowl of milk down for the kitten. I know the kitten is wild. I do not want the kitten to die. If I can capture it I already have 2 people who will take kitten in... I need some advice how to capture the kitten... I would say its about 5 weeks old. What else should I put out for the kitten? Some tuna? The little guy has to be starving. What is the best way to capture it?
Well a animal cage trap with a trigger door is always the best effort... another is gaining the trust of the kitten.. its actually easier than you think..
One of my neighbors says her son will bring over a cage. I put out a bowl of milk up under the hedges where Kitty is staying. She sleeps for awhile I guess then we start hearing her meows. I assume she calling for the mother. I have 2 people who will take the kitten in if we can catch it. I just have no experience in lurking a wild little kitten. So I welcome advice please.
Omg!!! I do a call that animals sometimes come to. .. it's like a... Um... A tapping noise with your tongue. I'm trying to think how to describe it. You put your lips together (almost like a whistle) but then click your tongue at the front of your teeth. It always makes animals come near ESPECIALLY baby ones.
IN FACT! ONE TIME!!!! I found a baby possum in a ravine. I did the click and it came to me. I took it home and made a baby crib out of a shoebox. I slept with it by me. It would wake up in the middle of the night and go "Kek Kek"... Which is the adorable baby possum cry. I would get up and feed it from a bottle. It only settled after it latched onto my pajama shirt and fell asleep. I named him Jimi... After Jimi Hendrix. The next morning my mother found him and was horrified. I begged to keep him but she made me find a possum rescue to drop him off at. I cried.
...and that is that story. I was once a proud possum mother.
This morning I put a bowl of water, some milk and a plate with smoked turkey breast. I tore the turkey up in bit sizes and today I get home the turkey is gone. Some of the water is gone but Wild Kitty did not touch the milk. My neighbors aid Little Wild Kitty is still there. I will put out some more turkey and I put fresh water out. Surprised he did not touch the milk. I was so happy he ate though. I wonder how long it will take to win him over. No one has seen the Mommy today.
I'd say try to leave some milk near them in a bowl as you do and then maybe try playing with them ? Gaining their trust is a good idea and keep an eye on them, see if the mother is coming to them... still I'd go with bribing them with food first and see how it goes, then maybe they can be taken to the people who want them.
Oddly enough Little Wild Kitten never touched the milk. I washed the bowl out and filled it with fresh water. Tonight I put out some dry kitten food mixed with some canned kitten food. I am sure this is the first solids he eaten unless Mommy brought them a bird or field mouse. Yeah Sied that is what I am going to try to do, win him over with food. I guess they do not drink cows milk?
my Brother, I am not trying to interfere here.. but Cows milk is not good for them at all.. most cats do love it, but it can cause severe stomach discomfort.. so i wouldn't use milk.. seem lil kitty knows not to touch it lol.. I have raised a few litters in my past.. where their mother had been mission or killed.. etc.. its never an easy job but.. i have found that a jar of baby food.. *meat* like turkey or chicken ect,, it s good source for them. you may be able to catch the lil kitty using it.. just put it out on a plate or something.. water.. food.. no milk.. or you will find the kitty will be crapping like crazy..
also.. he should be old enough now to poop on his own.. ( lets hope) but if you do catch it and its not eliminating,, then as the mother cat would do,, one would have to stimulate the lil guy to go.. * cotton ball soaked in warm water.. rubbed on them as if the mother was *cleaning*... good luck..
that dog at first was like "ah hell yeah!" then at the end he was like "do you mind? get out!"
2 Snakes, 1 Branch... Rated M for Mature.
12:03 Jun 07 2015 Times Read: 1,830
This morning as I was letting my horses out to pasture well they would not go though the gate for some reason. I could not figure it out, what was wrong. Nothing on the ground...they began to really act up. Then I just happen to look up at the tree and something caught my eye. Not 1 snake in the tree but TWO, I made a pointy arrow to the tree huggers,
2 Snakes, 1 Branch... Rated M for Mature.
Sorry for the shitty cell phone pic, but it's not every day I walk out of my house to find snakes fornicating in the landscaping.
One of the many reasons why i am grateful for living in the UK. You can walk near trees and not see snakes attached to branches.
It is cool to see though from a distance and in my case a very long distance thankfully. I think the closest we have to snakes in nature that could be of an issue is the Adder and they prefer rocks and grass.
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
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shadowofmystry
01:00 Jul 01 2015
it makes me a little more proud to be american. here in ky we are having 2 pride festivals this year :) sadly im not talking to my friend so i wont be attending :/
KITRAofOTHIS
02:16 Jul 01 2015
That's what my ex whom passed away was talking to me about one day. He said that when you find a person's spirit sharing both sides, they aren't shunned down upon. They are celebrated. Exactly what you are saying :)