Category: People

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Dropped a cup of coffee on my light colored Berber carpet this morning. Well, doesn’t this type of thing start your day off right?

Speaking of coffee, and conversations over same that occur between friends, I found this week that I had lost a friend. No, no, not that kind of loss. The person is whole and healthy and happy.

No, what happened was the start of a conversation where one begins to fill in the blanks; the fun process of discovery and shared communication. And then events changed, and perspectives changed, and communication stopped, and a friendship died aborning. You don’t have years invested so you can’t cry tears when a friendship stops before it even has a chance to start. However, you’re left with the feeling of reaching out for the brass ring, and then the ride ends.

Time for another rub at the carpet with my handy spray bottle of Simple Green. Wouldn’t it be nice if they invented transparent coffee?

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

<edited; /> So much beauty when discussing personal beliefs, starting with Meryl’s declaration of I am a Jew, followed by thoughtful comments by Elaine, Steve, Mike Golby, and AKMA, tied together with another question posed to the Collective by Mike Sanders.

Belief. Religion.

When asked my religion I tell people that I belong to a religion that is tolerant, open, has a sense of humor and perspective about itself, never suppresses others, lives each day in the same spirit of celebration as every other day, practices respect rather than hymns, and focuses on doing good to others regardless of their beliefs.

I then slip away quietly as they are left to ponder what obscure cult I could possibly belong to.

I didn’t hear about Chuck Jones dying until I started going out on the weblogs, such as at Flutterby, this morning.

If you’re a regular to this weblog then you know I’m a big Looney Tunes fan, especially Marvin the Martian. I have an original Chuck Jones inked cell featuring Marvin and Bugs. When I move, this is the first picture I hang, and never fails to cheer me.

People who spend their lives bringing laughter to others must die very peacefully, counting their life as one long good work.

Good-bye, Chuck — we’ll miss you.

That’s all folks.