That There Be One Big Bug!

Do you ever wonder about people and their fears? I’m not talking about the many different phobias that attack the population–some rational; some irrational. I am referring to the creepy crawlies in the world of insects and reptiles, namely spiders and snakes. I find myself contradicting what I wrote at the beginning of this blog by reintroducing the suffix, phobia. The fear of spiders is Arachnophobia; the fear of snakes is Ophidiophobia, the fear of stinging insects (usually wasps) is Spheksophobia, and the fear of mice is Musophobia.

I’ve seen folks nearly wreck the car they were driving to get away from a stinging insect. I received this information first hand from sitting in the passenger seat of said vehicle.

I had a close friend who was deathly afraid of snakes. We went fishing along with his brother in a john boat one Saturday. After tying off to a small tree, we began to cast. Several hours passed and I happened to turn and look up to see a copperhead just a few feet above our heads. My friend was a good sized man. I was more afraid of him trying to get out the boat in a panic than I was of the snake. We managed to untie the boat and push away from the tree with him none the wiser, all intact and no one in the drink.

One thing I have done more than once is carry my sister from one room to the other or even outside, to get away from a mouse.

Just to mention the word spider, I guess, says it all, as I would tend to believe that Arachnophobia is one of the more prevalent fears within our ranks.

Fortunately, the creatures I have named don’t bother me. I have included similar, but more exotic, beasts in my science fiction novels.  They boggle the mind and hopefully entertain the reader.

I used to catch non-poisonous snakes and allow my son to touch them to keep him from being afraid. The same with turtles, frogs, lizards, and salamanders. We lived in the country and I wanted him to experience the safe side of nature.

We may get a chuckle from someone flailing around trying to avoid an insect, but it’s no fun being the one that’s afraid. To bring it into context, everyone’s afraid of something.    Check out the camel spider below found in Afghanistan.

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Many Modes of Transportation, What Will I Choose, What Will I Choose

When I’m penning a novel I never know which type of transportation the characters will use to move from point A to point B. It could be something we see every day, or then again, it may be something that’s not of this world or any other.

The two previous sentences caused me to pause and ponder, the many modes of transportation, natural and man-made, available to us today.

We have horses, donkeys, oxen and in some cases, canines. Some folks ride elephants or camels, and we mustn’t forget our own two legs.

On the mechanical side are automobiles, motorcycles, buses, trains, helicopters, and ships, or we can go blasting through the air in a rocket-powered pressurized steel tube called an airplane. These vehicles run on just about any imaginable fuel, such as gasoline, diesel, alcohol, coal, electricity and air.

What will personal vehicles of the future be like? We’ve heard, read or seen in Science Fiction films that flying cars should fill the air by now. Personally, I think that would be a disaster.

I want to finish this particular post with a situation I ran across during the years I worked for a pharmaceutical company. I traveled quite a bit and saw a good portion of the United States. Take into consideration that I used to be a smoker but managed to kick the habit years ago. Even though it’s a terrible habit and I believe shortens the life of those who chose to participate, I’m not a nicotine Nazi and stick to the mantra of “smok’em if you got ‘em.”

Since it pertains to our method of travel and keeping with the theme of this post, I would like to relay an incident that I found a bit of a paradox.  I won’t mention the name of the city this particular incident took place, but in front of the convention center, there was a huge metal awning placed in case of rain that was large enough to allow multiple buses (30 or more) to sit under while loading and unloading convention attendees. Needless to say these coaches never shut down their engines. As soon as you walked out of the building you were bombarded with “No Smoking” signs. Not only signs forbidding smoking, but a cloud of burnt diesel fuel that would make a cigarette in contrast appear healthy.

Thought I’d throw that bit of irony in just to mix things up a bit.

Have a great week!

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I’d Like to Think There’s a Line to be Crossed; Only We Keep Moving the Line

It’s odd how sports are held in such high esteem worldwide. Take the Super Bowl for instance. We set our sights on that one day in February months earlier when the NFL season begins around Labor Day. After sixteen games and several rounds of playoffs, the two teams are decided.

This year it was the Kansas City Chiefs and the San Francisco 49rs. I’ll have to admit it was a great game, regardless of the victor, but after the game was over what was left? A moment of glory, then several days later, all was forgotten.

This year we had an added bit of controversy; that, being the choice of wardrobe for the halftime show.  Some have no qualms with the lack of coverage and the general movement of the dancers . . . I tend to disagree.

It seems we are losing our sense of modesty more and more each year. Young girls and teenagers see this as something they must obtain, when in fact, it’s pulling them down. There’s already a craze in this country to lose weight, putting unrealistic pressure on our entire society. I don’t mean to belittle anyone, but being a parent I wouldn’t want my little girl on national television scantily dressed and moving in an unbecoming manner.

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I Might Just Be Afraid to Sit in That Thing

Have you ever taken the time to notice how many different products are made for our comfort and support our health ergonomically? Why, even the chair in which I’m sitting is supposed to caress my gluteus, soothe the lumbar area of my spine, and treat my cervical discs to a champagne dinner.

We can swing upside down and traverse the country on two wheels in our own home right side up.

Televisions hang from the wall–I mean flat screen monitors–are suspended to further pleasure our viewing experience by relieving stress on the neck.

Keyboards are affixed to articulating arms that will move in any direction including those the operator won’t.

Specialized arms on rolling chairs along with specialized hand grips on every implement from the garage to the kitchen will cut down on blisters.

No longer do we have just a front seat for the family car, for now it is a totally ergonomic cockpit into which we climb to navigate from point A to point B. These are just a few of the items  with which we live in the 21st century to make our life that much better.

Yet never have I heard more grunts and groans or seen more advertisements for pain relief than we have now. For each activity in which we participate there are multiple injuries (mostly minor) with a plethora of cures, from salves to heat packs and miniature electric stimulation machines. Oh well, I guess if we cause it, then produce something to fix it we’re batting 500.

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So Many Things Runnin Round My Head, Don’t Know Which One to Let Out

As I sit here pondering the subject matter of this week’s blog, there are several themes I am considering. I like to make my posts entertaining, humorous, and pertinent to life in the 21st century. Some subjects broach the outer limits of these ideals, but that’s what occasionally incorporates  humor into the article.

Although I’m not fond of penning a serious blog, they are necessary from time to time. Life does not rotate around a center of fun, but with the shape of our world today and man’s inhumanity to man the necessity becomes self-evident.

I suppose this is why I choose to interject satire into what I write.   

The explosion in technology over the past thirty years can be an interesting, if not overwhelming, topic. It literally depicts a micro-evolution not unlike moving from the stone age to the bronze age. I can only wonder, with some trepidation, where we will find ourselves in the next tech revolution? A quote from Jeff Goldblum in the movie, Jurassic Park, states, “Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.” Perhaps we ought to pay closer attention to this quote as we develop the next technological breakthrough.

It seems I have completed my blog using said blog as the subject matter. Take care and have a great week!

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Time After Time

When the New Year popped up, it supposedly erased all traces of the old year. For my benefit, I’m unable to tell a single iota between the two. And, so it goes year after year. Even though this may enhance a bit of boredom after the festivities of changing from December 31st to January 1st, time remains a fickle mistress as it controls everything we do. You might even say, we’re time slaves.

Time tells us when to sleep, when to wake, when to eat, when to go to work, when to come home. Every task we participate in no matter how small is dictated by the hands of our clocks.

We even allow time to tell us when food spoils. For instance, any package of food in the supermarket will have an expiration date. Let’s say this date is 7-8-20. Does this mean that the food in question is perfectly wholesome on July 7, 2020, but is unfit to eat a day later? That’s what they would like us to believe. (If you are wondering who “they” is, that’s another blog.)

Our kind even puts expiration dates on things that never really expire, and these items are usually associated with the enrichment of oneself such as lottery tickets or sweepstakes of any kind. And, don’t you just know the state that issues a lottery ticket that is never turned in is collectively turning back flips within their borders.

Even our printed money is given a life span and once that time is over, collected, destroyed, and replaced.

Before we had modern day time pieces, we used celestial bodies to give us the time of day. A crude object called a sundial was developed to redirect the sun rays into a pattern that would give early man a sense of time.

Regardless of how we feel, seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, and there still is never enough time.   

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Thems Was The Good Ole’ Days Fer The Movin Picture Box

I like a little white noise or moreover background noise when I write. To that end, I keep my television on throughout the day. Now that I have mentioned the flat screen source of information and entertainment that hangs on my wall, it reminds me that alone, it is a great conversation piece.

I think back through the years remembering our first T.V. set which was a black and white Zenith. This served my four piece nuclear family well for many years. After I became a teenager, we graduated to a color console. Talk about your tall cotton; we were there.

As time passed, the television set evolved. From our plain Jane black and white box, we moved from consoles to monster units with built in stereo speakers, turntables and FM radios.

The 90’s became the decade of the large screen, large box television, now being referred to as monitors. These compact behemoth’s weighed as much as a small car and required two grown men to lift. During this same time period, we were inundated with the magic of the plasma screen. This breakthrough in flat screen technology was so expensive it was probably easier to purchase a used car than a new plasma screen. Thankfully this television evolution continued until we have the modest high definition fifteen pound flat screen that hangs on our walls today. The picture is exquisite and the price low enough to render this piece of technology disposable for it cost more to repair than to replace. It just goes to show you, wait long enough and anything will become affordable. . . I’m still waiting on the corvette, it can’t be but so much longer.

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