I heard about your problem with posting comments here, and, let me say I was appalled! Yes, appalled, I tell you! Seriously, I am really sorry. I think I found the problem, but I need at least one of you to help me test my theory. What I need you to do is simply try to post a comment to this particular entry. That's all. If your comment goes through, it worked. If not, well, I'll need to try something else, ne?
And, a sincere thank you in advance to you who help me test this.l
The Auld Scot
24 February 2007
19 February 2007
Meltdown
I saw the movie Ice Age: The Meltdown last night. Yeah, yeah, I know, 'twas a cartoon and we intellectual folk aren't supposed to like such juvenile things. Hmph! Yeah. Right. And Donald Trump's coiffure is the height of fashion, too.
Anyway, I watched that movie. And I liked it. A lot. Aside from the obvious question as to how these supposedly pre-paleolithic animals (with stress on the "animal" part of that) knew about boats, much less how to start a fire, it was really interesting. A bit maudlin and gooshy (not a guy-flick a'tall a'tall), but cute.
And they used the "g-w" phrase. No, I'm NOT referring to our pathetic excuse for a preznit, but "global warming." Food for thought, that, huh? I mean, there are those of us who see us being like the critters in the movie: happily and ignorantly playing at the foot of a giant glacier, blithely unaware and unconcerned about said glacier's melting behind the wall we see. I'm sure you all can see all the parallels, and I'm equally certain you just know those were deliberate, so I shall spare you that much, at least.
I am one of those who believes that global warming is all too real, and much of it is our fault, we hairless apes. We started it ... and we can stop it, but we have to act. We need to become more active, not just in our own personal actions (such as reducing our expenditures of fossil fuel as much as we can, recycling, etc.). We also need to speak out loudly for all Earth's children, including ourselves. We need to understand that this isn't just a political issue, despite what the Republicans and their ilk say. We need to take all politicians (all the way down to candidates for dog catcher and librarian) to task and demand they put their actions where their empty words have thus far been.
Am I being an alarmist? Perhaps. Certainly, if you're to believe the Bill O'Reillys, Michelle Malkins, Rush Limbaughs, George Bushes, and Dick Cheneys. But, hey, remember all of them have been far wrong before -- remember WMDs in Iraq?
On the other hand, maybe I'm as scared as I should be. Maybe it's all too real and we humans have opened a Pandora's box we won't be able to close in the not too far future.
You decide.
Anyway, I watched that movie. And I liked it. A lot. Aside from the obvious question as to how these supposedly pre-paleolithic animals (with stress on the "animal" part of that) knew about boats, much less how to start a fire, it was really interesting. A bit maudlin and gooshy (not a guy-flick a'tall a'tall), but cute.
And they used the "g-w" phrase. No, I'm NOT referring to our pathetic excuse for a preznit, but "global warming." Food for thought, that, huh? I mean, there are those of us who see us being like the critters in the movie: happily and ignorantly playing at the foot of a giant glacier, blithely unaware and unconcerned about said glacier's melting behind the wall we see. I'm sure you all can see all the parallels, and I'm equally certain you just know those were deliberate, so I shall spare you that much, at least.
I am one of those who believes that global warming is all too real, and much of it is our fault, we hairless apes. We started it ... and we can stop it, but we have to act. We need to become more active, not just in our own personal actions (such as reducing our expenditures of fossil fuel as much as we can, recycling, etc.). We also need to speak out loudly for all Earth's children, including ourselves. We need to understand that this isn't just a political issue, despite what the Republicans and their ilk say. We need to take all politicians (all the way down to candidates for dog catcher and librarian) to task and demand they put their actions where their empty words have thus far been.
Am I being an alarmist? Perhaps. Certainly, if you're to believe the Bill O'Reillys, Michelle Malkins, Rush Limbaughs, George Bushes, and Dick Cheneys. But, hey, remember all of them have been far wrong before -- remember WMDs in Iraq?
On the other hand, maybe I'm as scared as I should be. Maybe it's all too real and we humans have opened a Pandora's box we won't be able to close in the not too far future.
You decide.
16 February 2007
The Auld Scot
I'm back. Didn't think I'd bother as I only had dial-up and it was just much too time-consuming, but I now have broadband and am rethinking this whole blog thang. We'll see how long the Lair lasts.
You know, my attitude about blogs is apparently a whole lot more laissez-faire than others. For me, it's not all that important whether I post on any regular schedule, or even if I post at all. Now, there are those who would say that that's pretty much my attitude about just about all of Life ... and they'd be right. Y'see, I've been in places and done things (and had things done to me) that have skewed my perspective on all this importance stuff. Food is important. Sleep is important (and gods ken I'm at a constant deficit of that commodity). Warmth in winter is important. Love, mental stimulation, air: all these are important. Hels, even a good bowel movement's important. But, a blog? Nope. Just not that important a'tall a'tall. So, I'm more than a little laid back about all this computer stuff. So, sue me.
At any rate, we'll see how this goes. I'll warn ye now, though, I don't foresee this ever becoming a daily post thing. Life's just too varied and demanding for me. With that said, welcome back.
Oh, about the photo. That's yer favorite auld curmudgeon, moi. Er, not the scaly one - I don't ken what that beautiful thing's name is - but the grizzled auld two-legged. Ye might notice the logo on me t-shirt. It's fitting.
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