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From: Kinship Circle - kinshipcircle [at] accessus.net
Date: Aug 29, 2007 1:19 PM
Subject: When 2 Years Equal A Lifetime, AUGUST 2005-2007
Kinship Circle Animal Disaster Relief
Permission to crosspost as written
PHOTO: Kinship Circle member Tim Gorski on the water in New Orleans with the Winn Dixie rescue effort in 9/05.
9/13/05, Excerpt From Early Kinship Circle Alert: In our search for Spike (the little Yorkie) we’ve learned about volunteers on the water who could save Spike and others — but they desperately need more boats!
The Jefferson Pet Feed & Garden Center is serving as a drop site for boats and has a triage center with a veterinarian. Please, if you can bring down boats — or know someone who can — call: Jefferson Pet Feed & Garden Center: 504-733-8572 (This number, like all in the area, may be hard to reach. Do not give up. They are there!)
Even though Shane wrote this poem to our “second-born” (adopted, really…he’s only the third-oldest, after Ralphie and Kaylee) months ago, today seems a fitting day to crosspost it here. Our little baby turns five (!) today! Seems like only yesterday, he was a wee little pup, peeing on my doormat at 2 in the morning, while I struggled frantically to get my shoes on and let him and his untrained bladder outside. Sigh. Them were the days.
Happy birthday, Mr. Peedee.
Peedee
Peedee is bright eyed and full of bark
Just looking at him you know he’s smart
Opening doors to get at his treat
He knows a hundred words on when to eat
He runs as fast as the wind goes
Stops and checks the air with his nose
He knows things are about to go down
His mind sparks and covers all ground
He looks at other dogs and scoffs
Only he knows the toys and payoffs
He can see where he last left them
And if someone moves them, mayhem
He jumps to the window at the slightest sound
Looking for any living creature around
Sometimes it’s kids, sometimes it’s a bunny
To Peedee, trespassers aren’t funny
He checks out every window knowing each view
He’ll double check each one before he’s through
His bark and howl, bring all dogs to his spot
He’s in command of the canine onslaught
Cunning he leaves the dogs behind
He has his mother to search and find
Hopping onto her lap, he curls into a ball
Once again, he outsmarted them all
Filed under: Your Featherhead — Kelly @ August 16, 2007 11:40 am
Shane & I went up to the house yesterday to check out some test patches of stain (dye, really) that our concrete contractor had laid down in a few of the closets. Fucking. Awesome.
Even if he went with the “bad” test patch,
it’s a huge improvement over the stained carpet and cheap wood laminate that was in the house. Hell, they could polish the grey concrete and seal it as-is, and I’d still be happy. Hate carpet.
Plus, when the GC tore up the laminate, he found some faulty wiring that posed a serious fire risk. Bonus.
I’ve got hundreds (literally) of pics up at Flickr, but since my photostream has been designated “naughty” by the Flickr Gawds, you need to register (and adjust your account preferences accordingly) to view ‘em. Yahoo sux ballz.
Lyrics here and here, respectively. Neither of these songs are animal rights treatise per se, but given that 1) they were performed live in service of Farm Sanctuary; 2) singer John Darnielle is a longtime vegetarian; and 3) some of their other songs do have animal-friendly overtones, I’ll loosen the standards here. Plus, that terror song totally reminded me of this terra-ific PSA from the DHS, spotted on CNN this very morning. (Which, interestingly enough, is actually from 2004…and still running in 2007. Trying to shore up scare up support for the Freedom Fighters Republicans in 2008, are ya?)
…and the early battle scenes in Qatar? In poor taste, to say the least. Watching American soldiers and Middle Easterners being blown to smithereens isn’t so much entertaining as it is depressing.
Also depressing was this statement, part of Optimus Prime’s endless moralizing: “All sentient beings deserve freedom”. (Or perhaps it was more along the lines of “All sentient being deserve the right to live”…I forget now.) Really?All sentient beings? Because, like, “sentient” isn’t codeword for “human+”.
Sentience refers to utilization of sensory organs, the ability to feel or perceive subjectively, not necessarily including the faculty of self-awareness. The possession of sapience is not a necessity. The word sentient is often confused with the word sapient, which can connote knowledge, consciousness, or apperception.
Sadly, and despite the obvious implications of such an animal-friendly statement, Transformers was hardly a pro-AR movie. On the contrary; one of Optimus Prime’s cronies (you know, the “good” “guys”) wanted to kill a dog (which he* saw as evidence of a “rodent infestation”) for pissing on his foot. Uh, yeah, maybe y’all should modify that statement to “All sapient beings…” I hate to break it to the screenwriters, but dogs are sentient, you dumbasses.
The effects were pretty cool, though.
* Though Shane doth protest, the Transformers are all clearly uber-masculine entities. Androgynous they aint.
Wow. I managed to keep this thing going for two whole weeks before I sputtered out. Now I’m 2 for 5, having spent one more Friday procrastinating than I have vlogging. Ah well.
Here’s a punk rawk 3fer straight off of PETA’s Liberation album*, then I’m off to do some packing. Happy Friday, y’all.
First up, Goldfinger singing Fuck Ted Nugent. Live. So forgive the poor quality, is what I’m saying. And try to ignore the sexist slurs about J. Lo. She’s something bad for wearing fur, but a “twat” it ain’t.
Next we have Bring Out Your Dead, via Anti-Flag. Maybe it’s just the times, but it sounds like an AETA protest to these ears.
