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reannon is is doing a ghost poll.
Not zombies. Ghosts. Get with it.
A couple of the questions got me thinking, of course. A good question should always do that - but this one is pretty innocent, considering the context - "Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Well, no. I don't see them, per ce.
But I sure as shit sense them.
I'm also one of those "lucky" individuals for whom communion is as much as physical experience as a spiritual one - yes, I can sense transfiguration as a physical sensation - rather pleasant, actually - and no, not every time communion is given, do I sense it, and I don't have to participate for the experience to occur. Didn't ask for this, neither.
So if that tweaks your "she's NUTS" meter, feel free to check out now.
Because this week has been full of stuff that really doesn't make sense if I try to apply conventional wisdom to it.
Case in point - Friday morning, the day after Charlie died? Did something I very rarely do. I sat down to watch some morning television with my breakfast. Usually, I grab my bite and sit down at the computer to catch up on emails and LJ, and since that had been done already with a vengeance, I'd had time to watch some TV. I don't do this - very rarely or never do this. Have to underline that.
Because what I tuned into was telling.
An episode of Emergency Vets that had aired while Cliff was still alive in 1998. I swore it had to be a new episode - they do have a new series out called E-Vet Interns (with a new, improved Alameda East - it's amazing) - so the mistake is an easy one - except. I'd tuned into the middle, so I checked the guide and blammo.
This was a show I watched every night with Cliff, almost like clockwork. It came on at 7:30 PM, I got half an hour in and then set up Cliff on his cycler for the night. Every night - you could set a clock by us.
It was also a very tough show for him to watch at times. This particular one?
"Broken hearts are a fact of life in veterinary medicine. Newcomers to the profession face gravely ill puppies, cats with split jaws and owners who must make the difficult choice between costly procedures and euthanasia."
This is the one with the puppy brought in after it had been pushed to the side by the mother. Lab work had showed major organ issues - and the owner was going to euthanize, except one of the techs stepped up and took over care on her own dime.
And the end result was the same. The puppy did not rally, and was put to sleep.
You tell me.
I don't think people make things happen, per ce. I just think they have better information on what they can stick under my nose or in my face, as the case may be.
The reason this comes up today is I've been trying to recreate this all this week and failed. No, Emergency Vets hasn't been on during breakfast devouring time, not since. (*meeps* Guys, this is one of my favorite shows. I wanna watch some more of it....)
So I've been playing stuff off the TiVo like Dog, the Bounty Hunter. *shrug* (Breakfast has been tasty, and eaten away from the computer. All good?)
But the last time something like this happened, it was when I found Jim's website surfing links on a fan fiction webring.
Went back to recreate the experience, and couldn't do it - too many of the links were broken. This is back in the old day of Webring, when it was nearly volunteer in nature. It got handed off to Yahoo/Geocities and that was the end of them.
*chuckles* This is how I met the man, folks. Talk about dumb luck.
And then some of you are having the lightbulb moment and know there's no such thing.
So you tell me, and I'll take any interpretation you want to name - this was a show about a puppy that got not one, but two shots at the best care possible - and still died.
What the bleep was I supposed to take away from this? That it was okay to try like hell, and accept it anyway? That it was okay to let nature take its course and quit fighting it?
Or was it just a cute puppy that couldn't be saved?
Cigars are still cigars, folks.
Or am I just getting reminded that you can't always get what you want?
reannon is is doing a ghost poll.Not zombies. Ghosts. Get with it.
A couple of the questions got me thinking, of course. A good question should always do that - but this one is pretty innocent, considering the context - "Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Well, no. I don't see them, per ce.
But I sure as shit sense them.
I'm also one of those "lucky" individuals for whom communion is as much as physical experience as a spiritual one - yes, I can sense transfiguration as a physical sensation - rather pleasant, actually - and no, not every time communion is given, do I sense it, and I don't have to participate for the experience to occur. Didn't ask for this, neither.
So if that tweaks your "she's NUTS" meter, feel free to check out now.
Because this week has been full of stuff that really doesn't make sense if I try to apply conventional wisdom to it.
Case in point - Friday morning, the day after Charlie died? Did something I very rarely do. I sat down to watch some morning television with my breakfast. Usually, I grab my bite and sit down at the computer to catch up on emails and LJ, and since that had been done already with a vengeance, I'd had time to watch some TV. I don't do this - very rarely or never do this. Have to underline that.
Because what I tuned into was telling.
An episode of Emergency Vets that had aired while Cliff was still alive in 1998. I swore it had to be a new episode - they do have a new series out called E-Vet Interns (with a new, improved Alameda East - it's amazing) - so the mistake is an easy one - except. I'd tuned into the middle, so I checked the guide and blammo.
This was a show I watched every night with Cliff, almost like clockwork. It came on at 7:30 PM, I got half an hour in and then set up Cliff on his cycler for the night. Every night - you could set a clock by us.
It was also a very tough show for him to watch at times. This particular one?
"Broken hearts are a fact of life in veterinary medicine. Newcomers to the profession face gravely ill puppies, cats with split jaws and owners who must make the difficult choice between costly procedures and euthanasia."
This is the one with the puppy brought in after it had been pushed to the side by the mother. Lab work had showed major organ issues - and the owner was going to euthanize, except one of the techs stepped up and took over care on her own dime.
And the end result was the same. The puppy did not rally, and was put to sleep.
You tell me.
I don't think people make things happen, per ce. I just think they have better information on what they can stick under my nose or in my face, as the case may be.
The reason this comes up today is I've been trying to recreate this all this week and failed. No, Emergency Vets hasn't been on during breakfast devouring time, not since. (*meeps* Guys, this is one of my favorite shows. I wanna watch some more of it....)
So I've been playing stuff off the TiVo like Dog, the Bounty Hunter. *shrug* (Breakfast has been tasty, and eaten away from the computer. All good?)
But the last time something like this happened, it was when I found Jim's website surfing links on a fan fiction webring.
Went back to recreate the experience, and couldn't do it - too many of the links were broken. This is back in the old day of Webring, when it was nearly volunteer in nature. It got handed off to Yahoo/Geocities and that was the end of them.
*chuckles* This is how I met the man, folks. Talk about dumb luck.
And then some of you are having the lightbulb moment and know there's no such thing.
So you tell me, and I'll take any interpretation you want to name - this was a show about a puppy that got not one, but two shots at the best care possible - and still died.
What the bleep was I supposed to take away from this? That it was okay to try like hell, and accept it anyway? That it was okay to let nature take its course and quit fighting it?
Or was it just a cute puppy that couldn't be saved?
Cigars are still cigars, folks.
Or am I just getting reminded that you can't always get what you want?
