Warning : May contain more than your daily recommended allowance of randomness
Enough rambling… here’s some funny pictures for your viewing enjoyment.
Have you ever wondered what happened when Mario fell down a bottomless pit in Super Mario Bros. and was never seen again?
(FYI, artist Ryan Coleman came up with this image, available for purchase at Etsy.)
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What would happen if “Mother Nature” had the same rights as humans? There are some people trying to find out. Van Jones, former “green job czar” of President Obama, is working with various obscure groups to give plants, trees, rocks, and such the same legal rights as humans. Van Jones is also associated with a thinktank supported by George Soros, if that means anything to you.
Supposedly Bolivia has already given the rights of nature equal status with human rights in its legal system. The President of Bolivia has often said “the central enemy of Mother Earth is capitalism.” That sure makes this sound political…
Some constitutional amendments being pushed for are provisions that “Nature has a right to be completely restored”. So does that mean any building can be torn down if nature was destroyed to build it? Wouldn’t that include everything man-made? If you take the concept far enough, the Earth was 100% nature before we built anything.
But even ignoring the worst-case scenario with that, it would mean that you could be sued for kicking a rock, or stepping on grass, or using firewood in your fireplace. I know, it sounds silly. But try to convince me there aren’t people stupid and greedy enough to do it…
Why can’t we all just get along? I don’t have any beef with plants. I’m even okay with eating less plants (except potatoes).
I wonder what vegetarians / vegans think about this legislation? Some of them get mad at people eating animals, but what if people get mad at them eating plants? This could get interesting…
Where is the common sense in all this? Be responsible with the environment, but don’t give sticks and rocks the same rights as humans. Is it really so difficult? Sometimes I wonder what this world is coming to…
This week’s caption contest may be late, but at least it’s here. It shows a person in a chicken costume offering food to a man playing an accordion. As usual, I have no idea what’s supposed to be going on here, so just make something up.
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I’ve tried my best to not hear about the whole Royal Wedding celebrity real-life soap opera. I really do not care, and I figure many of my regular readers don’t either. I wasn’t planning to write anything about it, even if it might bring in more traffic. (I’m not selling-out, if you’re wondering.) But I did happen across an angle to the story that includes bacon, which does interest my readers. Curious? Read on.
Pippa Middleton, sister of Princess Kate Middleton, has created controversy by wanting to change the royal wedding reception traditions. They normally serve champagne and some dish that I don’t know how to spell, but she wants to have a disco ball and serve bacon sandwiches. She is a part-time party planner, so she does have some experience. Plus, how can you go wrong with bacon sandwiches? (I should’ve had those at my wedding!*) I don’t know if she was successful on her quest — I’d guess not, since they probably serve only fancy food with foreign names. I’m sure I could find it online, but again, I don’t care enough to look. What they ate is their business, though it could’ve been even better with bacon.
* So why did I not have a buffet of bacon at my wedding? It would’ve been one of the best wedding receptions ever! (If you’re married you may already know the answer.) Well, it wasn’t my day, and I didn’t plan that stuff, nor would it have been “appropriate” — there’s something about traditions and what’s normal. I don’t know about all that stuff… Being the guy, I just put on a tux and showed up. It is her day, after all. I have lots of ideas to make a wedding ceremony and reception much more awesome, but they’re not “storybook” type things. They would be worth writing a story about, perhaps, but they didn’t fit into my wife’s storybook. I let her have her day. It’s one of those compromises you make in a relationship. Since, I’ve hosted numerous “Buffet o’ Bacon” outings, and there are more to come. (They are all documented on this blog, if you want to search for them.) My wife had her day, so I’m having mine. And to be “fair”, I figure I can have a few hundred of my outings before I catch up with the cost of her very special day. 🙂
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