Ant 93

I May Never Swim – or Bathe – Again.

Here is a link from an Associated Press story that made a shiver – quiver up and down my (moderately) crooked spine – through my toes and around my nose . . . it is the end of liquid for me . . . the absolute end – I tell you.

(AP) It sounds like science fiction but it’s true: A killer amoeba living in lakes enters the body through the nose and attacks the brain where it feeds until you die.

Sooooooo – just to reiterate . . . It lives in a lake. It crawls through your nose. Donzo.

This world is lost . . . we have lost to the microscopics. It is time to move on.

Friday Photo [#30] – My Speckled Pear

What Does The Robot Think?

Oh boy – oh boy – everybody . . . check this out . . . my pal Clunky Robot (the guy there with the beard) and his pal (pal of my pal) Lil’ Tamo (the silver one with the springy arms) got written about in the weekly Atlanta paper know around those parts as Creative Loafing. It was an interview – with questions – that have answers – and my only complaint is that there weren’t enough (any) questions directed to Lil’ Tamo . . . but I am a sucker for that kind of stuff – and thereby hold my opinion as skewed.

I have linked to his site a few times for a few things – but still – I think it is worth it to link – link – link again – so here it is to check out (www.clunkyrobot.com).

Here is a link to the article – you go click?! (Creative Loafing Article)

Nice job – robots . . .

Update #33 [The Silence Sounds Grand.]

The train can be a rough – rough place – sometimes. By rough – I am looking straight at you Mister “Carry-on-business-after-hours-on-the-train”, or the pack of giggling/chortling/screaming “We-just-stopped-to-have-a-couple-of-drinks-after-work-seriously-just-a-couple”, or possibly all of the “Our-team-won-let’s-yell-because-our-team-won-and-because-our-team-is
-the-best-at- winning-because-they-won”, teenage mob – okay – well you just frighten me – and I beg that you never direct your teenage-mob-power in my direction and most importantly – and most infuriating – the people with the walkie-talkie (gleeck-gleeck) phones who insist on having the following conversation – over and over:

** gleeck-gleeck **
YO!
** gleeck-gleeck **
Where (garble garble) at?
** gleeck-gleeck **
The train . . . On the train . . .
** gleeck-gleeck **
(garble garble) doing?
** gleeck-gleeck **
Just on the train . . .
** gleeck-gleeck **
(garble garble garble)
** gleeck-gleeck **
What? Hello . . . Hello . . . Hello??? This thing (is) busted . . .

And then they put the phone away – only to relive the exciting conversation – sometimes multiple times during their ride. It is a thrilling thing to be part of – seemingly every time that I hop on a train . . .

Oh – and screaming baby . . . I just plain out feel bad for you – screaming baby – I would scream too – if I was on the train (as a baby) this late in the night . . .

Anyway – those are just some of the fun people that dig under my skin – and hop onto my last nerve during my long sojourns into and out of the city . . . and it was all starting to drive me batty . . . and then I saw the answer. People were wearing earplugs.

The next day – I went to the store – and the world is a totally different place. The sounds are still there (I am guessing) – but to me – they are just whispers in the night . . . gleeck-gleeck’s that will never touch my tender little ears.

So – now – thoroughly ensconced in my auditory cocoon . . . I ride the train – reading my books and drawing my pictures with a smile . . . becoming more and more cut off and isolated from the world around me as each day passes me by.

A good thing? Probably not – but at least it’ll hold me over – until I can get an iPhone – and completely cut the rest of the world out . . . let’s have a party then – okay?!