d.valued's Journal: recovery, lactic acid, and baking soda

It's been a while since I've written here.

I am about to go in my now-annual rant about 11 Sep.

Even on the day it happened, I took Bear's advice, and didn't call it Islamists. (For reference, Bear caled Oklahoma City (20 Apr, iirc) an act of a discgruntled postal worker. In fact, I spent the day the way I had originally planned, at a casino. Experiencing one of the best runs I ever had in my life. The roads were clear, there were no commercials on my radio or TV set, and everyone else was panicking. I went to the Aldi (they are a very cut-rate market specializing in self-labelled, ultra-low-price staples and junk food) and got some canned soups, some pastas, various carbonated and caffeinated beverages, tea bags, instant coffee, and some other detrius at my mom's request. (Besides, I needed to go shopping.)

I hate all the commemoration, the mourning, the horsecrap. This country seems to be based on fear and loathing, which explains Microsoft so well.

Consider Vietnam: 'They are little Asian commie sunabitches who want to take over the goddamned world.' Truth? We're little controlling sunabitches that want to take over the world.

Do you realize that for our 55,000+ dead soldiers, there were over 5,000,000 Vietnamese died, and most were civilians?

How about WW II? "Them Japs ain't human, so let's just make 'em sumabitches burn." Hiroshima, Nagasaki.

I don't doubt the philosophers and sci-fi wrters who say that man will be the salvation or destruction of man. God may be watching, but doesn't get too involved.

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On a lighter note, any ideas on how to convince spiders to weave more?

And does anyone know anything about large wasps? I saw one, about three inches long with orange stripes, and it killed a cricket. They duked it out for three minutes, the wasp kept stinging, and the cricket let off a death rattle. Scared the hell out of me, something that big.