Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I’m A People Too!


Hey! I’m a people too!
My family say’s I’m a “dog”, but I know I’m a people too.
They give kisses and I do too. So I’m a people too.
They sit on chairs and so do I. So, I’m a people too.
They sleep on a bed and I do too. So I’m a people too.
I eat from a bowl, and they do too. So, I’m a people too.
They eat on a table. But I’m too short, so I eat on the floor. But, I’m still a people too.
They play with balls, and I do too. So, I’m a people too.
They like car rides, and I do too. So, I’m a people too.
They like the park and I do too. So, I’m a people too.
They like naps in the shade, and I do too. So I’m a people too.
They take baths, and I do too. So, I’m a people too.
I have two ears, and so do they. So, I’m a people too.
I have two eyes, and they do too. So, I’m a people too.
I have one nose, and so do they. So, I’m a people too.
I have four legs and they do too. So, I’m a people too.
I have teeth and they do too. So I’m a people too.
I have hair and so do they. So, I’m a people too.
I have tail and they…..Hey! Where’s your tail? You’re not a people!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Children Are The Nicest People

Children are the nicest people.

Grownups could learn a lot from children.

It seems that as we get older, we begin to forget the most basic things in life.

Children usually remember to say “Please” and “Thank you”. As grown ups, we often forget to do this ourselves.

Children generally respect their elders. Adults often take the elderly for granted.

Children rush to hold doors open for people even when the door is a little too big for them. Adults are often too preoccupied to bother.

When a child doesn’t understand something they ask someone for help. Adults usually try to do it themselves rather then ask for help.

Children generally show proper enthusiasm when receiving a gift. For grown ups this is another area where we could us some work.

When giving gifts, children will work for hours creating a masterpiece. Adults usually run out and buy something.

Children are usually impressed with the size of the box, a big box is always a good play thing. Adults like big boxes too, though they only want to know what’s in the box.

Children for the most part are eager to please those around them. Adults are more often most eager to please themselves.

Children are the nicest people.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all be more like children?

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Plight of the Social Butterfly

Some of us are naturally people oriented, quintessential examples of the social butterfly. While others tend to be anti-social, cynical, and just generally detached from the rest of society. While most of us fall somewhere between these two extremes, the winds of social change appear to have been blowing towards the latter example in recent decades. The overall tone of the modern social structure seems much colder and less personable then it had as recently as a generation or two ago.
Perhaps this social trend is a by product of the culmination of our societies rapid evolution and ever changing lifestyles. Does this “we want it now” instant gratification, cultural quagmire we live in also shape our social values as well. In today’s world one doesn’t even have to leave their home to meet hundreds of people from almost any culture. The Internet age has blown open social possibilities that were completely unfathomable just a few decades ago. However the Internet age also allows us to simply turn those with whom we communicate off as we please, as if the people themselves were appliances.
The prevalence of manners and common courtesies replacement with self-interest, disinterest, and utter lack of empathy is becoming more and more apparent. When was the last time that you took the time to hold a door for a total stranger while at a restaurant or store? You know the scenario where you notice the mother with an armload of purchases and two little ones in tow, heading towards the door with no convenient way to open it. Do you wait for her and hold the door, or door you say to yourself, “Someone will”. So perhaps you would hold the door in that case. But do you hold each door you walk through for that stranger entering behind you, or do you only aid the more obvious candidates? When was the last time you carried groceries for an elderly person, or reached something on that high shelf for the vertically challenged? But just as importantly, if you offered, would they accept your assistance?
“Don’t talk to strangers” is more then just a slogan for children anymore, it seems to apply to adults as well. I often find myself waving to or greeting total strangers I pass on the street or encounter in the store. Almost as often, I receive a wary look in return. Sometimes their reactions to my friendly greetings resemble the expression of a hypochondriac who has just encountered a person stricken with leprosy. All that remains for them to do is scream and run franticly away from me.
While it is true that the world can be a dark and sinister place at times, and that you really have no way of knowing if that guy with his hood up alongside the road is a serial killer. It is still possible and usually not particularly difficult to convey traditional common courtesies upon others without putting yourself in jeopardy. Common sense tells us not to stop along a dark, deserted highway at midnight to aid a motorist with their hood up. But In this age of cellular convenience, we could put that technology to good use and give a call to the highway patrol or sheriffs department and ask them check on the motorist. This action conveys courtesy without subjecting oneself to a potentially dangerous situation. But, unfortunately the vast majority of people drive on by with little more then a passing thought, if that, and continue on their merry way.

Random Rambling Fiction

A cowboy was riding across the mountainous dunes of a vast desert, when his horse slipped in the sand and he fell from his saddle. When the cowboy fell he hit his shoulder on something hard. Much to his surprise, he discovered a large chest sticking out of the sand. Thinking it to be a lost treasure chest the cowboy opened it with thoughts of gold and jewels.

Once opened the chest turned into a hole in the sand that swallowed the cowboy. Next thing the cowboy knew he was in a tunnel surrounded by Goblins, who immediate began wrestling him down to tie him up. Just when the cowboy thought all was lost, a yellow corvette convertible slides to a stop next to them and frightens the goblins away. The girl driving the car said, "Excuse me, I think I made a wrong turn. Could you tell me how to get to New York? The cowboy was too stunned by everything to speak.... and the girl sped off down the tunnel, thinking the cowboy quite rude.

After finally finding his way to his feet, the cowboy made his way through a tunnel that seemed to be going up. When he climbed onto a boulder blocking his way, he accidentally tripped the secret switch causing the boulder to launch him upward super Mario style.

The cowboy popped right through the floor of a disco club for desert mice and landed in the middle of a group of bell bottom clad rodents performing YMCA.

Seeing that he was wearing a cowboy hat, the disco mice believed him to be one of the 5 saviours "Men at Work" from the holy book "Groovy, Disco Tech Monthly Magazine" whose pages adorned the walls of the cavern. The mice immediately presented the cowboy with their most prized possession. the "disco ball of power". The cowboy not wanting to be rude.. took the disco ball and said, "I just wish I could go home" and in a flash, the disco ball turned into a whirling vortex sucking the cowboy in.

When the cowboy regained his senses , he found himself standing between a tin man and a scarecrow being attacked by flying monkeys in fez hats. Just when all seemed lost, a powerful voice broke through air.. "Never fear! Underdog is here!" As fast as he appeared, Underdog disappeared in a dizzying whirl of flying monkeys.

Completely forgetting the tin man and the scarecrow, the cowboy leaned against a tree in exasperation and screamed "What is going on here!", swatting a low hanging branch with his hat. Unbeknown to him..... the branch was a secret switch, and one again he disappeared downward through a trap door. Then was immediately ejected upward, high into the air, and was caught by bubble gum fairies riding cotton candy clouds to the land of Yum.

After a quick inspection, the bubble gum fairies realized that cowboy was not made of candy. Disgusted, they dropped him into a hollow tree, which took offence to the intrusion and spit him out across the way. The cowboy landed gingerly in a wheel barrow powered by seven rather surly dwarfs. Who immediately raced the barrow to the edge of a cliff and dump the cowboy over.

All the cowboy could say was "What next?" with a sigh of resignation. Then much to his surprise, he landed on his horse, in the exact same spot the adventure began. And the cowboy swore never to open another chest again.

As he rode away, he thought he heard, every so faintly a snicker. The fading smile of an oddly coloured and rapidly disappearing cat watched him go.

About: Myr

I am Myr, the somewhat odd, often outrageous, always indomitable Pirate Penguin. This is my home away from home, a small corner of the universe for my rants, raves, and ramblings. No literary masterpieces, or life altering revelations to be found here.... Just the bizarre world of a Pirate Penguin and his Cute Lil Savages