Have you ever let bananas sit for so long that they liquefy? We sure did.
Not only did it liquefy, it sprung a leak. It dripped down the edge of that thing it is sitting on and onto the countertop.
When I tried to pick it up to throw it out, I could tell that the whole thing was liquid, it was like a mucus filled balloon.
Not “nasty” as far as rotten food goes, but still odd.
Many years ago I stepped on (and killed) a rather large frog (or toad).
It didn’t traumatize me or anything, but at the time I remember screaming like a girl and flailing around in pure disgust.
It didn’t bother me that I killed a frog (in fact, all reptiles and amphibians can drop dead for all I care), it bothered me that I killed something large enough to offer resistance to my own weight when I stepped on it.
I get rather disgusted when I have to kill bugs that are large enough to fight back. I usually just let the cats take care of them, or shoo them out the window. If the creature is large or dense enough that I can actually notice when I squish it, thats the line. The exception is when I’m using a fly swatter or rolled up magazine or something, cause the speed and force takes away from my own fingers having to pinch a living thing to death. Naturally, the idea of killing (through my own force) anything larger then a bug disturbs me.
I would think I can probably use a gun to hunt and kill something bigger and not be disgusted, but I have no desire to hunt and kill anything at this point in my life.
I would also probably be okay using a grenade to kill things, but again I don’t want to kill stuff. And I would imagine it is difficult to get the meat off any animal you kill with a grenade. On second thought, it’s probably quite simple to get the meat off of an animal with a grenade, it’s just not proper butchery.
Anyway, I didn’t want to step on the frog, but it jumped out from Continue reading
I realized recently that I stopped writing (regularly) in the summer of 2008. That was about two years ago, when I started student teaching (and playing World of Warcraft).
I haven’t been student teaching since spring of 2009. In fact, between May of 2009 and January of 2010, I was basically unemployed or substitute teaching. It wasn’t until recently that I have been working full-time at a job that allows me to openly talk about the daily goings-ons. You can’t do that with schools, administrators get all uptight when you call your students “sluts” or “idiots” on the internet. People get fired for crap like that.
So I suppose that’s why I stopped updating any blog of mine, because my life had to appear internet-free (and therefore free of all child ruining immoralities).
However, now that I am free to write about any aspect of my life, that means I have to start living again. I noticed that some of my best MRoDT posts involved me out doing stuff with other people. That doesn’t happen so much anymore. Why? I’m not sure really. I know all the same people and live in the same city.
Maybe it’s true what they say, about life sucking after college.
What do they say? They say that life sucks after college.
Who are they? I don’t really know.
Since I got my degree, life has been on a steady downward spiral. Not financially, emotionally, or otherwise. It just seems like there isn’t as much fun stuff going on anymore, not since the fall of 2008 when I started student teaching.
I’ve had enough. If the wife can take one “interesting” picture every day, I can do one “fun” thing every day and write about it. Let the games begin.