In My Day, There Was No Such Thing As A Millennial…

Whenever I hear about millennials, I kind of raise my eyebrows, knowing that some of them are close to my age. I can’t imagine that these people that aren’t that much younger than me could be so different. Well, it appears that they aren’t that much different, at least the older half of them.

I could never figure out why, with a snap of a finger, we had a whole new type of people. Finally, something has explained what may have made the change, and why the younger millennials do fit into the description we hear about, and it kind of makes sense.

Yeesh. I wonder what the next clump of kids will be like and what they’ll be called.

It’s Official. You’re Not Going To Heaven

So we were checking out Jonathan Coulton’s new album, Solid State, which might need a post of its own. Anyway, we listened to it on Spotify. A few months ago, Spotify rolled out a new feature called Album Radio. When the album’s done, it makes you a mix of other stuff you might enjoy. I wish there was a way to turn it on and off, because sometimes I just want to listen to an album as a complete unit and then stop and think about it.

But it’s not a totally bad feature, because it introduced me to Bo Burnham. Steve had heard his stuff, and I had heard his name when people called him “the new Tom Lehrer” but I’d never heard any of his music. That is going to change and fast, because I think he’s awesome.

Here’s a song that won’t stop playing in my head, and it sums up so much of what I’ve said about religion before. I almost think it should be the soundtrack to this old post.

Here are the lyrics if you need them.

If you think he’s funny, go listen to all the things. I obviously have missed out for years…always late to the party.

I Found A Good Yoga Class

So, I’ve mentioned a few times in passing that I’ve tried yoga and liked it. It’s been a long time since I’ve done it. I’ve wanted to, but I’m not going to lie, I was nervous about the initial introduction where the instructor potentially freaks out and says she can’t teach me and I’ll take so much help. I know that only happened once, and we ended up being pretty good together, but it’s the fear that it’s going to happen that discourages me. I don’t know what it is, but as I get older, I become less willing to put myself out there and fight for what I want. I hate that about me, but it is what it is. If I really need something, I will fight tooth and nail for it, but I don’t feel like fighting for something that’s supposed to be fun and stress-relieving.

Then, I saw a note on my awesome job’s announcements page saying that we were going to have yoga over lunch once a week in the office. I have seen it before, and thought about it, but I never wanted to give up a lunch hour. My secondary reason was I did not want to humiliate myself in front of coworkers…yeah, because that’s logical, sure.

This time, when I saw it, I gave it a little more consideration and read the description, and the description actually said they teach to all abilities, and even mentioned vision impairment. I was so moved I almost cried…and I took the plunge and signed up.

And I don’t regret it. The instructor is friggin great! She says she teaches so that people can actually follow along with their eyes closed, and it works. And if I get it wrong, she’ll just come over and sort of help me out a smidge. During the most recent session, she actually told me that I was doing super well…so you know that she’s explaining things really clearly, because if anyone is going to get confused, it’s me. Does anyone else find some yoga teachers explain poses in a really strange way? They talk about scooping and lifting your heart and opening your chest and all these really strange descriptions that don’t make sense if you’re not watching them…at least for me. This instructor is really straightforward and finds a couple of different ways to describe the same thing…until we get it.

I’m noticing a few things. I can definitely feel I’m getting older, because it’s harder to do the things that just felt good when I did it the last time. Or maybe I should say I can definitely notice I haven’t done yoga in 12 years. That’s probably more the thing. I also have to remind myself to get in the right breathing rhythm more than I did before. But it feels good to be doing it again. Maybe when this class is over, I’ll find an evening class to keep it going…or maybe check out those Yoga for the Blind mp3’s you can get. All I know is I don’t want to stop doing it just because I’m feeling kinda shy.

Shmans even seems to enjoy it…although she really hopes that my yoga mat is her bed. No. Good guess, but no. I’m happy to say that I’ve never found her compelled to get up and give me a great big smooch while I’m in a downward dog or something. I guess she was giving the instructor funny looks some of the time. I wonder what she’s thinking. Maybe it’s because, at the end of the session, the instructor goes around and puts a little dab of essential oil on the hands of people who want it. Maybe the Shmans thinks it’s some kind of treat. Weirdo! I do know that she’s extra wiggly after we’re done.

If anyone in the KW area is interested in yoga, they should really check out Active Souls. They’re pretty awesome.

Medical Love Song

Remember when I wrote the post about the doctor making a rap about STD’s and seniors? If she really wanted to scare her patients, she could just play them this.

She could even give them the lyrics and gross them out even more. And hey, that song’s a little older, so maybe some of them might remember it.

I’m kidding, that rap was great…it just made me think of this song. I remember the first time I heard it, I was completely weirded out and really didn’t know what to say except eeeeewwww!

Bee Afraid, Bee Very Afraid!

When I saw this story about a swarm of unknown insects flying through parts of London, All I could think was “Aaaa! Black Mirror!” I know these things were live bee-like things, but still. I’m not alone in this, other articles mentioned the thought too.

We still don’t know why, but there are lots of videos of parts of London where people are trying to dodge swarms of bees, or wasps, or something.

You know how I feel about bees anyway, and then add in the Black Mirror comparison, and…eek!

Looking at all these posts about bees, I’m wondering if I need to make a bees tag.

Meet Scarface And His Owner Scartorso

There is so much about this story that makes me go “wow.” First, somebody had a pit bull and they named it Scarface. To me, this sounds like they think of him as kind of mean. Maybe picking the name was random, or he had a weird scar on his face for some innocent reason and they thought it would be funny, but it kind of sounds like they wanted him to be not the friendliest beast in the world.

Then one day, they decided to put a sweater on him. It did not go well at all.

According to WFTS, a pit bull mix named Scarface bit Brenda Guerrero when she tried to get the sweater on him. Scarface then attacked her husband, Ismael Guerrero, when he tried to pull him off of Brenda.

At this point, the Guerrero’s adult son, Antoine Harris, tried to come to the rescue by stabbing Scarface in the head with a knife. This only resulted in Harris getting attacked and all three people eventually ran into the house and left Scarface in the backyard.
Animal Control and police then showed up and found that they also had their hands full with Scarface, who was at this point appeared unstoppable.
“Officers responding said the dog was pretty aggressive,” Eddy Durkin with Tampa police said. “When they tazed the dog the dog was still pulling away and was able to release the prongs from the tazer.”
When Animal Control and Tampa Police arrived to the home, the dog was shot with a tranquilizer gun.

What on earth would make them think it’s a good idea to try and put a friggin sweater on their dog? I don’t know of a dog who likes that, unless maybe they’ve had it done since they were a puppy, but I don’t think that’s the case here.

More importantly, what would make them think it was a good idea to put a sweater on a great big pit bull? I know everybody who has pit bulls says they get a terrible reputation, but they’re really sweet dogs…and all that, but they named a pit bull Scarface. I still think when you get a big ol’ pit bull and call it Scarface, you don’t want a cutesy wootsy cuddly pet. You want an aggressive or at least protective animal. I know lots of protective animals wouldn’t try to chomp their owners, but I wonder about how much actual training these owners gave it.

This makes me think of all the people who haven’t a clue about the signals their pets are sending. I don’t know how many people I hear say “Oh, he’s just friendly, wanting to play,” while their dog is growling and snarling. The dog probably gave them all kinds of warnings before it bit them and they didn’t even notice.

And…come on now, they tried to put the dog in a damn sweater! I don’t want to see anyone get mangled, but I kind of feel sorry for the dog.

A Different Type of Disability Etiquette Video

I saw this disability etiquette video which is full of supposed tips for us dealing with the public, rather than the other way around

and after I found the description, I had a really good laugh. I got most of it, but the disabled parking spot scene, the bathroom stall scary music bit, and the drunken puking person really needed description, so I’m glad it’s here.

We so need more of these. I wonder if she has done other videos.

Another News Report About The CNIB Guide Dog Program

Last Sunday, I wrote about The CNIB’s new guide dog program, with considerable scepticism. Yesterday, I was sent a link to another news report about it, and it didn’t really allay my fears much.

I’m comforted to know that they seem to have put some thought into the breeding of the dogs, but the CNIB representative clearly says that they want to take care of the food and vet bills for the guide dog’s life from puppyhood to retirement. Not even GDB, who has generous donations, does that. I’m worried about whether, in that case, they can dictate what food the dogs have to eat, and what care they do or don’t receive…and I’m worried about where they think that kind of money will come from.

Maybe they could do some good in the advocacy department, and even that’s a maybe if they decide to spread the wrong message, but I wish they would just stick to that, rather than opening a school.

Poopies With A Purpose

No, I wasn’t smart enough to come up with that title completely on my own…I got a little inspiration from this fund-raising campaign.

Apparently, in Waterloo, they’re finding a use for dog poop. They’re running a pilot project that will try and turn it into power. That’s awesome, since dog poop is one of those pesky problems that isn’t easy to deal with. You can’t use it as compost or fertilizer, it just ends up hanging out in the landfill.

It works like this: A dog-owner walking their pet will scoop up its waste, just as they would normally. But instead of throwing the bag into a trash can, they pop it into a special receptacle.

Jaworsky said the receptacle looks like a “rural post box,” but bright green with a dog-shaped opening.
The bags of dog poop are stored in an underground container for 10 to 14 days, Jaworsky said, and then vacuumed out and sent to a processing plant outside of the city to be combined with other organic waste.
Through anaerobic digestion, it will create a biogas that can then be burned for heat and energy. Any leftover waste is then used for fertilizer.

I wonder how many poor shmos might end up with poop parcels in their mailboxes as it moves from pilot to wider use? Probably none, but it is an amusing picture.

I really hope it takes off. It would be nice to put Shmans’s, er, donations, into something helpful to everyone.