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This is what memorial day is about. Kind of depressing, no?

Uh, oh . . . 3 day Memorial Day Weekend! Not a good time to go for a long drive, yet that is just what millions will be doing. Not millions in Whatcom County . . . we only have 201,628, as of 2010 census count. You’d think they would round that up, 201,630 or something. I’m willing to bet there were people who did not fill out that census form, and besides, the day after, some people moved in, I’m sure.

So, anywhooo, road issues:

  • Opossum – 2
  • Squirrel – 1
  • Bird – 1
  • Unidentified – 2

Here is an interesting website: the census bureau has statistics on car accidents, this is for 2012. I have been looking for many weeks and I guess I was putting in the wrong search words. For one thing, they don’t seem to break the numbers down by county, but only by state. I guess all those government and private industry lay-offs reduced the number of people who could divvy up the information into smaller areas than by STATE.

In our state, most accidents occur where the most people are, duh. Which in this case is Pierce and King counties; the Seattle-Tacoma-Olympia area.

So, anyway, Washington state goes like this, oh, and it only goes up to 2009, so I’ll put that info here:

.9 deaths per 100,000,000 (that’s 100 million) vehicle miles travelled. Wrap your head around that. No wonder people just keep smashing themselves into oblivion at 70 mph. This information is pretty useless to the average person, and I know a lot of math.  How many 100 million vehicle miles have been travelled in Washington and how do they know how many miles each of us travels?

I give up with the useless statistics. I bet the only use they are is to car insurance companies and the people who get paid to compile useless statistics.

The price of gas in our area is $4.40, for the low-octane stuff. How you can all afford to go out and drive for hundreds of miles is beyond me. I can’t afford to. One news report stated that 34.8 million americans are expected to be out on the roads for memorial weekend. Let me do a little math:

34,800,000/50 states = 696,000 per state. I can’t weigh this number by the number of people per state, I don’t have that much time. I wish these stupid statics were more specific. Let me see, how many miles of highway is there in Washington state? Lets see, one website says we have over 7,000 miles of State Highways and that these carry over half the traffic in our state.

This is my idea of the perfect road. Can’t drive it at 60 mph, either.

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Remember Alfred P. Nueman?

Count for the week:

  • Opossum – 2
  • Squirrel – 2
  • Birds – 2
  • (No, I’m not making this up, I really saw two of each.)
  • Unidentified – 1

I found this little gem on the internet, for how to deal with Friday the 13th:

“Plan a Friday the 13th party. This can be a good excuse to throw a fun party and bring out all those superstitions for a fun purpose.”

This suggestion was made after the article explained that only 10% of Americans believe that the day is actually unlucky, and it only occurs between 1 and 3 times a year anyway, and so have a party on that day.

Yeah, what could possibly go wrong with a party thrown on Friday the 13th? Hmmm . . . .

They do go on to say that it might be a good idea to be a little more cautious on this day. Why, if only 10% of us believe it is unlucky?  I sense a little conflict here. has an interesting take on how the Friday the 13th superstition came about.

“The number thirteen is associated with the supposed number of members in a witches’ coven. As the legend goes, the witches of the north used to observe their Sabbath by gathering in a cemetery in the dark of the moon. On one such occasion the Friday goddess, (Freya herself) came down from her sanctuary in the mountaintops and appeared before the group, who numbered only twelve at the time, and gave them one of her cats, after which the witches’ coven, and, by “tradition,” every properly formed coven since, is comprised of thirteen members.”
“It is also interesting to note in this story, the possible origin of the belief that a witch’s familiar is a cat.”  (Hey – I have 2 cats – I hope that doesn’t make me a witch. Some might say my attitude contributes towards that conclusion, but hey, anyone can have an off day. Or two, or three.)”One of the most commonly known and observed superstitions concerning the number thirteen, has to do with dining. It is said to be incredibly unlucky to be invited to dinner and have thirteen people at table.”  (So, when you throw that Friday the 13th party, don’t invite 13 people.)

Here are a few more fun facts on Friday the 13th, from
“Friday the 13th traces back to a Dutch holiday where mischievous children would sneak into graveyards at night and defecate on tombstones.” (Ewww)

“In France, Friday the 13th often fell on the day after the Feast of Saint Imbibecus.  Thus the day was often associated with terrible hangovers and poor choices made the night before.”

“The Aztecs brutally killed 39,000 in one day on Friday the 13th of August, 1539.  This was done at the request of the recently arrived Hernan Cortez, who claimed to be a god seeking tribute.  The next day he overthrew their empire.” (It just goes to show you, massacring people to gain the favor of the gods just doesn’t work out.)

OK, I can’t resist; here is one more link, to Blame Someone Else Day. I like the concept, but like the instructions say, it can come back on you, so be careful.

Awesome kitty video:

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The following quotes are from, as I am too lazy to re-arrange the info and write it all. It just occurs to me that when a superstitiously bad day occurs on the wrong day, it must be worse.  I disavow all knowledge of the 6th day of the week superstition, I’ve never heard of that. I like Saturdays, except that for the last 7 years I’ve had to give up nearly every Saturday of my life to care for my elderly mom, whilst my brothers go off and do whatever they damn well please.

Oh . . . maybe there is something to that 6th day thing.

“Friday the 13th, ‘the most widespread superstition’

“The sixth day of the week and the number 13 both have foreboding reputations said to date from ancient times. It seems their inevitable conjunction from one to three times a year (there will be three such occurrences in 2012, exactly 13 weeks apart) portends more misfortune than some credulous minds can bear. According to some sources it’s the most widespread superstitionin the United States today. Some people refuse to go to work on Friday the 13th; some won’t eat in restaurants; many wouldn’t think of setting a wedding on the date.”

“How many Americans at the beginning of the 21st century suffer from this condition? According to Dr. Donald Dossey, a psychotherapist specializing in the treatment of phobias (and coiner of the term paraskevidekatriaphobia, also spelled paraskavedekatriaphobia), the figure may be as high as 21 million. If he’s right, no fewer than eight percent of Americans remain in the grips of a very old superstition.”

“Exactly how old is difficult to say, because determining the origins of superstitions is an inexact science, at best. In fact, it’s mostly guesswork.”

The following paragraph gives an explanation that makes more sense to me. As “civilization” became more and more patriarchal, women became more and more vilified; something I have never understood, and the only explanation that I can think of is that men are terrified of the feelings they have (love) and thus the power that could, I suppose, give to the object of that affection and the fear of losing her. Since women are typically smaller than men, and are the ones who carry the babies, we have been at a disadvantage, physically, and that is the whole point in male domination, right?

“Still other sources speculate that the number 13 may have been purposely vilified by the founders of patriarchal religions in the early days of western civilization because it represented femininity. Thirteen had been revered in prehistoric goddess-worshiping cultures, we are told, because it corresponded to the number of lunar (menstrual) cycles in a year (13 x 28 = 364 days). The “Earth Mother of Laussel,” for example — a 27,000-year-old carving found near the Lascaux caves in France often cited as an icon of matriarchal spirituality — depicts a female figure holding a crescent-shaped horn bearing 13 notches. As the solar calendar triumphed over the lunar with the rise of male-dominated civilization, it is surmised, so did the “perfect” number 12 over the “imperfect” number 13, thereafter considered anathema.”

So, my theory is that when an unlucky date occurs on the wrong day of the week just makes the unlucky day worse, is based on my vast experience with bad luck.

The basic concept is, that all the bad luck is building from the last time Friday the 13th came on a Friday. So, it is accumulating along, and bam! The 13 comes early! All that bad luck is compressed and explodes all over the place.

That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it. Until someone comes up with a better one anyway.

Bad Luck

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So, the tally this past week:

  • Opossum – 3
  • Squirrel – 1
  • Birds – 1

One opossum was really obliterated, hard to tell what it was, but they are pretty distinctive, and get hit a lot.

Roadkill Redoux

Ok, I tried to use the “clip” option on editing this cartoon, but it didn’t work. Actually, I clipped it in another program and save that. Then when I inserted it into this webpage, it showed everything I’d removed by clipping. Just like a computer program, it never does what it says it will. Is it by any chance male? Oh yeah, it was probably created by a male; that explains a lot.

I guess you can figure out which cartoon is the roadkill one.
If you have ever wondered how wise it is to continue to move around at the rate we do in automobiles, you might want to read an article on the website
“Sunday sundown. A cool breeze sweeps the land. A snake coils its frigid body upon some asphalt still radiating warmth from the sunset. A motorbike speeds by. SPLAT!

Monday morning. A robin notices the half-baked snake. A car approaches. Its drowsy, distracted driver sips from a 7-11 commuter’s coffee cup. The robin stretches its neck to peck. SNAP!

Midday. Two ravenous ravens spot the flightless robin. One swoops down just as a Mack truck rounds the bend. SMASH!

Midnight. A coon drags the roadside robin and raven into the brush, where it dines in safety. Thus ends a morbid cycle begun by a motorcycle.

The Numbing Numbers
Everyday in the U.S., 190 million motor vehicles hit the road, and one million animals get hit by motor vehicles. That’s counting cars, buses, motorbikes, and trucks, but not ATVs, snowmobiles and other off-road vehicles. The figure includes mammals, birds, reptiles, and amphibians, but not insects and bugs, who somehow never count.”

Don’t forget, roadkill includes humans.

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Now I have to post a new “Why I hate Valentines Day”. Because I really can’t stand that fuzzy feeling day. Ugh! It was just invented to make single people feel like crap!

Cupid is dead, sorry


So, you have something else to look forward to tomorrow. Ha, ha, haaaaaa . . .

Evil Hamster

evil hamster

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Is there something wrong with you?  Maybe not . . .

This link is an excellent article explaining introverted personalities – which I did not realize until later in life that I have (am?). Extroverts always rule the situation, and assume (and like to tell you) that there is something wrong with you if you are different (ie – introverted). Not so. Read the article, it is the best description of an introvert that I have ever read. Spot on.


Typical Post Office in December

I’m not sure whether to blame my kids for moving so far away, or the Post Office for being inefficient, or the clowns masquerading as Senators who made the Post Office fund their pension fund for 75 years out into the future.  If you don’t know about that, look it up, there were plenty of articles on it recently.

See Okinawa? Tiny little dot to the southwest of Japan mainland

So a week ago, I spent half an hour in line at the P.O. to mail packages to my granddaughter and my son in California. Then last night, I spent another 1/2 hour doing the same for my son in Japan. Unfortunately, I was almost through the line before I realized I hadn’t filled out the forms required to mail stuff overseas. So I squatted down and used one of my boxes for a table and started filling a form out.

It is inconvenient, to say the least, to keep squatting down and writing, then having to keep getting up as the line moves. If I had a small box I could stand up and use it for a table, holding it, but the boxes were just a little bit too big to do that. So, I was squatting, getting up, squatting, getting up, it was tedious and in spite of my athletic activities, it was hard to do by about the 10th squat.

I can’t wait till I’m 70, that’ll be tons of fun.

When I was done I decided to go get some booze, the liquore store is just across the street.

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So you thought you were safe, since Halloween won’t come again for another 12 months.  Ha, ha, no such luck. Have you noticed all the zombie and vampire movies out these days? Talk about road kill. Hmm . . . can you kill a zombie with a car? Maybe if you hit the head . . . I don’t watch those movies, they creep me out. Kind of like road kill creeps me out, if I look at it too closely, which in some cases doesn’t have to be all that close.

I start seeing myself if I got hit by a car. Really creepy, I know.  

   Did you hear about the Homeland   Security call out for zombie volunteers to test Delaware’s emergency response teams?

I can’t find the photos today, but there were some really gruesome make-up jobs by the hundreds of people who showed up.

Creeped me out. The idea was for the emergency people to test their skills at containing a chemical spill and keeping the affected people where they could be treated. The volunteer zombies kept wandering away from the site, as zombies are wont to do. Searching for human brains to munch on, apparently. Good luck finding any.

Road kill report this week:

  • Raccoon – 2
  • Squirrel – 1
  • Bird – 1
  • Unidentified – 2

I haven’t personally seen a dead deer this summer – good job people! I have heard of others seeing the poor things by the road, but it is encouraging that I have not – it implies there aren’t terribly many road kill deer this year in Whatcom County.

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Bengal Tiger - is there anything more beautiful?

Yeeehaaaa! Friday.

The sad tally this week:

  • Squirrel – 1
  • Bird – 1
  • Opossum – 2
  • Unidentified – 2

I suppose you all read about the really tragic deaths of so many beautiful tigers, leopards, bears, a baboon, awolf and mountain lions. I am mystified as to how this guy got these exotic and WILD animals onto his property. Most of them are not native to North America and had to have been brought here from across the Atlantic.

It must be illegal to keep such animals in private zoos, and if it isn’t, it should be.

Wolf - they keep nature in balance

We have decimated their populations in the wild to the point of near extinction and the remaining animals cannot range as they should, as it is their nature to. Lets face it, there are way too many humans, and we have eliminated the natural habitat of so many other mammals that we are in real danger of becoming the only, and probably the last, species to inhabit the earth.

Because when we have killed off the last lion, bear, wolf, jaguar, we will not be far behind in eradicating ourselves. We need the rest of the natural world; we need the bees to pollinate our crops, we need fish in the oceans for food and to maintain the balance of life there; we need them also for our own sanity.

We are part of nature, and as much as some among us like to think we can live in a totally man-made environment, the fact that so many of us do may be partly responsible for the horrible acts of inhumanity (war, torture) that too many of us have perpetrated on the innocent; innocent humans, innocent animals.

We need the earth and all our fellow creatures, and we ignore this fact to our peril.

I’m sorry, the imprisonment and deaths of so many beautiful creatures is really upsetting. I guess it makes me wonder where we are all going to end up.

Skyline Divide in Mount Baker Wilderness

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Mel Brook’s character Mongo in his classic movie “Blazing Saddles” said it most succinctly: “Mongo only pawn in game of life.” Aren’t most of us? We try to convince ourselves that we are masters of our fate; if we just work hard enough and smart enough and network with the right people, we will make it in this world.

The stock market dropped another 500 or so points yesterday. Still think you control your fate? Really?

Cleavon Little as Sheriff Bart in Blazing Saddles
Cleavon Little as Sheriff Bart in Blazing Saddles

“Honesty is the best policy but insanity is the best defense.
I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours.”

“A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.”

“Love your enemies.. it pisses them off.”

“If you plugged your nose and your mouth while you sneezed, would it come out of your ears or would your head explode?”

“Life is like a roller coaster, and I’m about to throw up.”

So, anyway, do you know how to cool a nuclear reactor after an earthquake has broken its cooling water pipes? Can you stop a river from flooding your house? Can you land an airplane if a maniac kills the pilot and co-pilot? Can you detect salmonella in your hamburger?

Do you know if the barista put soy milk in your coffee like you requested, or real milk?

My point exactly; you don’t know. Sooner or later you are roadkill on the highway of life, just like the homeless person you just walked by without giving him a dollar because “He should get a job”.

Uh, huh.

Last weeks roadkill observation:

  • Opossum – 4
  • Squirrel – 1
  • Birds – 1
  • Unidentified – 2
  • Cat – 1
  • Rabbit – 2

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