~wiggle~ in all circumstances. even da bad stuff. - ferretzen
"sam, do you mean even when i find out i'm gonna die?" this just in from Mary, my detractor. great question, Mary. and i still have nothing against tractors.
Mary, we are all gonna die. it's not "if" we die, but when. and yes, we can still ~wiggle~
powerful spiritual forces which i discarded or ignored for years are appreciation and gratitude. what i thought they meant was when someone did something good for me, or was generous, than i should say thankyou. NO! that's just good manners.
appreciation and gratitude work even in the bad times; they transcend good manners and work in all circumstances. we can be miserable, we can isolate, we can sit around really wallow in it. or we can be appreciative of the moment. obstacles lead to opportunities. energy and endorphins are released in overcoming.
"History has demonstrated that the most notable winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They finally won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats. Disappointments acted as a challenge. Don't let difficulties discourage you." B.C. Forbes, Scottish Financial Journalist
in the Bible, in Thessalonians we read: "In all things give thanks"..... we can find this axiom in almost all cultures, beliefs and throughout history. no one system has a monopoly on gratitude and appreciation as spiritual forces. the fact that millions and billions of folks thru the ages have utilised these forces is proof they work.
when the annoyer comes at us today, when the trouble set's in, when the bad news arrives, unlock the power of gratitude; unleash it's force within you, and give thanks, be appreciative of the opportunity. be grateful that you have the knowledge of gratitude, if nothing else. be grateful for the opportunity to grow.
~wiggle~ even for da bad stuff.
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
crazy mashup
Is there a fine line between crazy and genius? Do we all consider ourselves borderline genius but just a little crazy? Apparantly the conversation is alive
and well on Twitter.
i tweeted a simple, innocent ferret tweet
"genius is sometimes mistaken for crazy"
First out of the box? @AngelDevil116 who said: "C I told u SamyTurnbull I am (expletive) genius ..lol
meanwhile, back on the timeline, 17 people retweeted the simple comment!!
@dafta420 @ulpmori @BajunaJewelry @Tlushaj @albertgarrett @JamesRapsonMS @maikelbailey @harrelldewayne @SexyJeans @FritzKloen
(i've taken the time to type hyperlinks to their twitter accounts, so please follow at least one of them!! they are probably a tad less crazy than myself)
and @BridgetWinter tweeted: “I've Seen It”
and still: @TheFoolFunnel : It's the same thing
Then entered the dilemma, like any good story, we have to be put in an impossible situation, to wit: @JamesRapsonMS "The other problem is when crazy is mistaken for genius..." and in a tweet reminiscent of the 70's song, that was actually sung by a dog, @endlessraines "That's what I keep trying to tell them, I'm an f...ing GENIUS! They'reComingToTakeMeAway ha ha"
And, in a sly summing up: RT @BobBRichS "Many thinking I'm a genius and I've thought them crazy. I considered I'd be rather arrogant if I tried to prove them wrong."
Bob, my paw in friendship, that was as smoove a move as I coulda' done myself!!
William Safire was always an etymologist at heart; rather than call himself a “wordsmith” he would relish the history of a word. He would explain a word's origins to prove foundation for the modern usage. Crazy has it's origins spelled with a “K” or Karsa meaning to shatter” ( Old Norse ) or to break. Which lead to a “break down in mental health” . An alternate explanation is: English speakers were using pot in reference to the skull at least by the 15th century. The metaphor of a cracked pot referring to someone who is out of their mind started later, beginning with cracked brain and ending up simply as cracked in modern English. Crazy, derived from the verb craze, took on the same meaning sometime in the 17th century.
Now, “crazy” has become complimentary in modern slang. “That concert was crazy good” doesn't even seem to have any of the mental health issues of previous generational usage.
My tweet then “genius is sometimes mistaken for crazy” has none of the response by the younger generation, and has been taken entirely in it's historical context of a “mental health” condition. Which belies the point entirely that it is a politically incorrect way of referring to one's mental stability.
We no longer say, “Aunt Sally is crazy” we say, “Aunt Sally is dysfunctional” or “Aunt Sally is mentally challenged” or if we are being delicate: “Aunt Sally has had a nervous breakdown”...
Now that we have that word cleared of our systems, let's examine Genius a moment. The word carries a connotation of exceptionalism: Even using a source as weak as Wikipedia which states: Genius is something or someone embodying exceptional intellectual ability, creativity, or originality, typically to a degree that is associated with the achievement of unprecedented insight.
So we come full circle do we not? Crazy can in fact be genius, and genius can in fact be Crazy. It is the savant who is slightly autistic that can remember every number in the phone book, complete with address, and middle initial. It is the Copernicus or Gallileo who is considered “mad” when they propose the world is round. Gen. Stonewall Jackson was considered one of the greatest military thinkers of all time; yet extremely eccentric, and yes, crazy in his personal mannerisms. History provides us with many examples of genius thinkers who used their genius for ill, and were thus considered crazy geniuses, like Hitler, Alexander, or Nero.
Such is life, I have imagined it thus, in a shout to Forrest Gump, or some such colloquialism from my early ferrethood: “Crazy is as Crazy Does”
Which of course means nothing at all.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
snagging my gig
ferrets are incurable nap fiends. since we have retired from chasing rats after world war I, we have been shall we say "unemployed" which has lent to our reputation as wealthy playboys ... i have an office, but the administrative assistant learned after my 6 month absence that i have no intention of doing any real work. typing light drivel and tweeting is about all i can bring myself to do. anything else would conflict with my strenuous goals. i am even running my campaign for President on the "more naps and dancing" ticket. i get a lot of interest, but the mainstream media hasn't given me much traction.
napping is just part of the lifestyle. why get worked up and upset, when a fine nap will do the trick? wake up, give a yawn or two, take a snack, and crawl back to bed. sometimes, when asked if i just yawned, i reply: "no, that was yoga. a deep breathing exercise" what a life.
so now, there are competitors for my gig. i have found other critters trying to get in on the napping scene. i won't bother you with a snoozing cat, or the proverbial "sleeping dog" which we will allow to lie undisturbed.
nope. it's worse. the seals are getting in on the action. we ferrets have been squeezed out of hollywood: no more beer commercials for Budweiser, no more movie cameos.... Geico went with squirrels, and an animated Gecko with a cute accent. having been thus indignantly tossed aside, we now have to compete with a napping baby seal!! this is getting rough.
seems this guy crawled into the house through the doggy door, climbed up on the sofa and snoozed away. the pic went viral, and now i am having to call my therapist, and booking agent.
i think the lil guy might have snagged my gig!!
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original story courtesy of Global Animal
napping is just part of the lifestyle. why get worked up and upset, when a fine nap will do the trick? wake up, give a yawn or two, take a snack, and crawl back to bed. sometimes, when asked if i just yawned, i reply: "no, that was yoga. a deep breathing exercise" what a life.
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| Jedi Ferret by @FallOutGrrrrl on Twitter |
so now, there are competitors for my gig. i have found other critters trying to get in on the napping scene. i won't bother you with a snoozing cat, or the proverbial "sleeping dog" which we will allow to lie undisturbed.
nope. it's worse. the seals are getting in on the action. we ferrets have been squeezed out of hollywood: no more beer commercials for Budweiser, no more movie cameos.... Geico went with squirrels, and an animated Gecko with a cute accent. having been thus indignantly tossed aside, we now have to compete with a napping baby seal!! this is getting rough.
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| notorious napper |
seems this guy crawled into the house through the doggy door, climbed up on the sofa and snoozed away. the pic went viral, and now i am having to call my therapist, and booking agent.
i think the lil guy might have snagged my gig!!
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original story courtesy of Global Animal
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
boston market
it started with a phone call, a request.
"boston market, huh?" as the pet human grimaced and hung up the phone. we don't actually dine there ourselves, we were called upon to do a good deed.
"come on sammy, we are on a mission"
i love adventures, i get to oversee the operation, i poke my nose out, and if the sniff isn't right, i can hide, and become invisible. if the action get's heavy, of course i can take on whatever evils the pet human can't handle by itself.
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"i'll have the usual" the guy in front of us said.
behind the counter, a perplexed look from the cashier. "excuse me?"
again, talismanic, "the usual"
i stuck my nose out of the pet human's hood. i saw the back of a slick hundred dollar white tee shirt, sweatpants, a muscular fellow, with shades, even from behind him, i could sense he was quite full of himself
this was gonna be good.
mr cool: "you know, the usual"
"i can't really...... i don't .... what......?" the poor lass had no idea what this clown wanted
"i'll have my usual order, you know"
i was thinking, no she doesn't. she obviously doesn't know.
he coaxed her a bit: "i came in here and you know, got the same order three weeks in a row.."
i crawled outright, at this point, and from my perch upon my pet human's shoulder, i gave the cashier, mr. cool, and other patrons "the look" and that mind control thing i do, which told him something like:
"look fool. anyone who is trying to be cool in a boston market is a moron. and even if it were cool, you aren't hip, who walks into a dive like this and asks for the usual? get on with your business"
after much blushing, embarrassment and shuffling of feet, he finally placed his order.
and that is why i don't take my pet to boston market
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"boston market, huh?" as the pet human grimaced and hung up the phone. we don't actually dine there ourselves, we were called upon to do a good deed.
"come on sammy, we are on a mission"
i love adventures, i get to oversee the operation, i poke my nose out, and if the sniff isn't right, i can hide, and become invisible. if the action get's heavy, of course i can take on whatever evils the pet human can't handle by itself.
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"i'll have the usual" the guy in front of us said.
behind the counter, a perplexed look from the cashier. "excuse me?"
again, talismanic, "the usual"
i stuck my nose out of the pet human's hood. i saw the back of a slick hundred dollar white tee shirt, sweatpants, a muscular fellow, with shades, even from behind him, i could sense he was quite full of himself
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| mr "i'll have the usual" |
this was gonna be good.
mr cool: "you know, the usual"
"i can't really...... i don't .... what......?" the poor lass had no idea what this clown wanted
"i'll have my usual order, you know"
i was thinking, no she doesn't. she obviously doesn't know.
he coaxed her a bit: "i came in here and you know, got the same order three weeks in a row.."
i crawled outright, at this point, and from my perch upon my pet human's shoulder, i gave the cashier, mr. cool, and other patrons "the look" and that mind control thing i do, which told him something like:
"look fool. anyone who is trying to be cool in a boston market is a moron. and even if it were cool, you aren't hip, who walks into a dive like this and asks for the usual? get on with your business"
after much blushing, embarrassment and shuffling of feet, he finally placed his order.
and that is why i don't take my pet to boston market
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Parishioners Asked Not to Bring Guns to Church
please, if you are coming to church, don't bring your shotgun or machine pistol!
do you really need to defend yourself at church? maybe.
Bishops in Wisconsin are requesting that parishioners not bring their weapons to church, now that a new firearms law goes into effect.
it used to be illegal NOT to carry a musket to church. some towns in New England still have the laws on the books. to protect themselves from "savages" and unprovoked attacks ( debatable language, even today ) churchgoers in Sandown, NH for instance were required to carry loaded muskets: just in case of an attack by the pesky native americans.
each church in the diocese can decide whether to ban firearms. nice of the Bishops to leave some discretion here.
story by Reuters: http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/11/02/us-church-weapons-odd-idUSTRE7A13J420111102
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do you really need to defend yourself at church? maybe.
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| nuns wif guns by the angryczeck |
Bishops in Wisconsin are requesting that parishioners not bring their weapons to church, now that a new firearms law goes into effect.
it used to be illegal NOT to carry a musket to church. some towns in New England still have the laws on the books. to protect themselves from "savages" and unprovoked attacks ( debatable language, even today ) churchgoers in Sandown, NH for instance were required to carry loaded muskets: just in case of an attack by the pesky native americans.
each church in the diocese can decide whether to ban firearms. nice of the Bishops to leave some discretion here.
story by Reuters: http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/11/02/us-church-weapons-odd-idUSTRE7A13J420111102
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Friday, October 21, 2011
there is hope for anyone
a quick post to remind you that you should never give up hope. ok, that's all i was gonna say, have a great day!
brevity is a virtue, but come on, that short?
kevin cotter was just your run of the mill middle class divorced box salesman and outdoorsy type, who's wife after 12 years left him. he has parlayed that experience into a book, been featured on morning shows, and blogged about his experience.
his website is http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/ which i found to be rather bland, and nothing special.
his photography is not exactly outstanding either, my german shepherd accidentally snapped a few shots while carrying my digital around the yard which are better.
his comedy? well it's probably not to everyone's taste, i wouldn't expect the shrill feminist crowd to take it very kindly for instance.
but his story resonates, the media picked up on it, and it demonstrates for all of us, that timing is often luck, and getting published can be like the lottery. when life hands us lemons, make whiskey sours. #ferretzen
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couple of shouts this morning: to @PiperBayard her doggy is sick... show some love... to @falloutgrrrrl who is on her 3rd or 4th incarnation of a twitterer, may she find an account that can't be hacked
and to everyone who might want to cave in to doubt or get discouraged, may you find your ex's wedding dress, and turn it into Amazon Gold.
follow sam on Twitter http://twitter.com/samuel_clemons
brevity is a virtue, but come on, that short?
kevin cotter was just your run of the mill middle class divorced box salesman and outdoorsy type, who's wife after 12 years left him. he has parlayed that experience into a book, been featured on morning shows, and blogged about his experience.
his website is http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/ which i found to be rather bland, and nothing special.
his photography is not exactly outstanding either, my german shepherd accidentally snapped a few shots while carrying my digital around the yard which are better.
his comedy? well it's probably not to everyone's taste, i wouldn't expect the shrill feminist crowd to take it very kindly for instance.
but his story resonates, the media picked up on it, and it demonstrates for all of us, that timing is often luck, and getting published can be like the lottery. when life hands us lemons, make whiskey sours. #ferretzen
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couple of shouts this morning: to @PiperBayard her doggy is sick... show some love... to @falloutgrrrrl who is on her 3rd or 4th incarnation of a twitterer, may she find an account that can't be hacked
and to everyone who might want to cave in to doubt or get discouraged, may you find your ex's wedding dress, and turn it into Amazon Gold.
follow sam on Twitter http://twitter.com/samuel_clemons
Friday, October 14, 2011
uncle freddie has a nose for news
uncle freddie, against my recommendation dispatched himself to find some interesting material this week, apparently his masseuse was on vacation, and he was feeling bored. to wit:
"It's something that brings out the worst element in some people, and it's focused on people who are the most vulnerable"
The little person credited with bringing the sport to Florida died of acute alcohol poisoning in 1989.
"I would never force anybody to take this form of employment or pay to watch it. I think it's repulsive and stupid"
"The possibility of getting paralyzed is high, and then to be used as an object for people's amusement is very degrading."
these are just some of the highlights. what would be so controversial and create such vehement opinions, you ask?
why dwarf tossing, or more politically correct, and 21st century, shall we imply, "little people wrestling" ?? no. dwarf tossing sounds better.
a lawmaker in florida wants to repeal the ban on throwing little people around the wrestling ring, to improve the unemployment rate... yes, stranger things have been repealed.
here's the link: http://www.dougstephan.com/blog?action=viewBlog&blogID=595465554578464602
and this link has a video clip that was seen on Jimmy Kimmel http://www.opposingviews.com/i/money/jobs-and-careers/rich-workman-why-i-want-dwarf-tossing-legal-florida
now that's not all the important news this week. a man was threatening to leap to his death and in negotiating with the police demanded an order of french fries. not even uncle freddie could make this up ... and after meeting his demands, the police allowed him to escape!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/8825452/Pylon-fugitive-demands-takeaway-but-then-makes-getaway.html
uncle freddie threatened to visit me and stay the weekend if i didn't post these two stories. he said they were vital to the experiment we call civilisation.
i've spared myself the trauma.
"It's something that brings out the worst element in some people, and it's focused on people who are the most vulnerable"
The little person credited with bringing the sport to Florida died of acute alcohol poisoning in 1989.
"I would never force anybody to take this form of employment or pay to watch it. I think it's repulsive and stupid"
"The possibility of getting paralyzed is high, and then to be used as an object for people's amusement is very degrading."
these are just some of the highlights. what would be so controversial and create such vehement opinions, you ask?
why dwarf tossing, or more politically correct, and 21st century, shall we imply, "little people wrestling" ?? no. dwarf tossing sounds better.
a lawmaker in florida wants to repeal the ban on throwing little people around the wrestling ring, to improve the unemployment rate... yes, stranger things have been repealed.
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| this is a Dwarf |
here's the link: http://www.dougstephan.com/blog?action=viewBlog&blogID=595465554578464602
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| Little People Should be Allowed to Degrade Themselves |
and this link has a video clip that was seen on Jimmy Kimmel http://www.opposingviews.com/i/money/jobs-and-careers/rich-workman-why-i-want-dwarf-tossing-legal-florida
now that's not all the important news this week. a man was threatening to leap to his death and in negotiating with the police demanded an order of french fries. not even uncle freddie could make this up ... and after meeting his demands, the police allowed him to escape!
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| Police Assure Us The Guy Was on This Antenna |
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/8825452/Pylon-fugitive-demands-takeaway-but-then-makes-getaway.html
uncle freddie threatened to visit me and stay the weekend if i didn't post these two stories. he said they were vital to the experiment we call civilisation.
i've spared myself the trauma.
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