Before It Evolved into Twaddle…REPRINT

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From March 27, 2019

My wife and I like watching videos of prehistoric animals. Usually we can just tune out the Evolution just-so story that accompanies the video, if the visuals are cool enough.

So we settled down on Youtube to watch Morphed: Before They Were Bears.

Apart from the initial absurdity of declaring that life arose from non-living materials, purely by chance, it rained on de rocks and de rocks come alive, doo-dah, doo-dah, we were treated to unbearable nonsense about… bears. It seems that whenever prehistoric bears encountered some kind of environmental challenge, they wisely considered what they would need and then proceeded to evolve it.

Oh, boy! Whoever said there’s no quality control on Youtube wasn’t kidding!

So, ya see, the giant panda needed an opposable thumb so he could hold on to the bamboo while he was eating it, but the digits he already had were spoken for, so he just, like, went ahead and evolved one of his wrist bones into a kind of thumb… and what he was eating while waiting for his magical thumb to evolve, who knows? If it takes millions of years for revolutionary new body parts to evolve, how does the species last long enough to benefit by it? Or if it happens real fast, then how come no naturalist or farmer or zoo-keeper or pet owner has ever observed it?

This doesn’t even rise to the level of crapola. We couldn’t make it halfway through this video before we had to turn it off.

Darwinism wouldn’t last another ten days if there weren’t such a deep political investment in it by the Left.

Mr. Nature: The Last Thylacine REPRINT

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From June 30, 2018

These video clips, taken at the Hobart Zoo in Tasmania, preserve the memory of an animal that is now supposedly extinct–the thylacine, aka “Tasmanian tiger,” once upon a time the largest living marsupial carnivore. The last one died at the zoo in 1936.

Mr. Nature here, with an animal that I wish was still alive. And it may be. Over the years, hundreds, if not thousands, of people have claimed to have sighted living thylacines on the Australian mainland. Some of them back up their claims with videos, a few of which look quite convincing. So it’s possible there may be a few of them left, roaming the outback. The long, stiff tails, and the stripes along the back, are distinctive: no other animal has them.

Jack and Ellayne encountered a much larger version of a thylacine in Lintum Forest, carrying off, in its massive jaws, the front half of a knuckle-bear.

I don’t think God likes it when we kill off members of His creation.

But I also believe He’ll bring them back, someday, somewhere–if He hasn’t done it already, someplace where they’re safe from us.

Good Neighbors Are a Real Blessing

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I didn’t post as much as usual today, as getting my car out of the snow was top priority.

My one neighbor, Josh, had done much of the clearing and shoveling work.  When I went out to look,  I saw that in order to get out of the parking space, more snow had to be shoveled away. I had to get in on the passenger side, slide over the gear shift and console and get to the driver’s side to start the car to get the heater running. (Sometimes being extremely small is an advantage.) My other neighbor, Sue was out there and she pitched right in and shoveled more away and I got out.

It took quite a bit of time, then I was able to get to the store.  Where the snow was not shoveled, it was almost knee high on me.  I really can’t tell you how sick and tired of snow I am.

I hope we have seen the last of it.

Things could be worse, though–I could be without neighbors like Josh and Sue.

I will be going to the post office tomorrow to send off Lee’s manuscript.

Then it should be business as usual.

God bless everybody

Patty

Coyote-Looking Dog is Rescued and Happily Changed

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For Your Pure Enjoyment… REPRINT

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From  February 8, 2013

We had to go out in this lousy weather this morning. To make the trip less irksome, I keep my eye out for amusing signs. My favorite, “Fried Carpet,” alas, is no more. Then there’s the tiny one-room office with the sign, “World Enterprises.” Finally, there’s “Saga Wok,” which suggests a story along these lines:

There was a man named Dishonest Haakon wh0 lived on a farm near Trondheim, and had to leave suddenly because his neighbors burned down his house, thinking he was in it… (We can skip the rest. Icelandic sagas always start several generations back. So we’ll just jump 100 years ahead.)

Sven and Einar decided to open a Chinese restaurant at the foot of the glacier near Vapnafjiord, and they called it “Saga Wok.” They were a long time learning how to pronounce the word “wok” properly, and they found a real wok to be an item very difficult to obtain.

One day a man called Olaf the Strangler came in and ordered Moo Goo Gai Pan, and this led to trouble.

“You will be disappointed to learn that we have as yet nothing on the menu except for salt cod and whale blubber,” Sven told him.

“In that case, I don’t think much of this Chinese restaurant of yours,” Olaf replied. “You would be wise to give me what I ask for. They don’t call me Olaf the Strangler for nothing.”

Einar overheard this from the kitchen, and it upset him. He came out with an iron skillet in his hand and dashed out Olaf’s brains. “Now you may be called Olaf the Silent,” he said.

“I would rather you had not done that,” said Sven. At that the two friends came to blows, and made a mess of their dining room. After that they parted angrily.

A shepherd named Hrolf the Unlucky brought the news to Olaf’s wife, Thorhild Dagger, that Einar of the Saga Wok had killed her husband. “Olaf was no woman’s idea of a husband,” said Thorhild, “but I shall avenge this insult to myself. Go now to my foster-father, Kjartan Massacre, and bid him come to me with a dozen of his fiercest men: and then we shall all pay a visit to this Einar.”

Here the story must break off for the time being, as there is only so much space for a post on a blog. Any reader so inclined may feel free to continue it in the “Comments” space.

A Bit of Wholesomeness REPRINT

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From March 22, 2018

Cats and babies–yeah, that’s more like it. Although my mother, if she could’ve seen the baby munching on the pacifier, then letting the cat have a turn to savor it, and then putting it back into his own mouth–oh, you would’ve heard her let out a scream! Lighten up, Ma: it’s a medical fact that babies who grow up with dogs and cats develop stronger immune systems than those who don’t. (She replies: “They have to!”)

Plow Driver Rescues 2 Dogs During Blizzard

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Hear Us, O Lord

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I Found Something I Was Looking For

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Really good news.  I had been looking in vain for the last book in Lee’s series.  He did finish it, but it is in longhand, on yellow pads.  He always wrote his books in longhand as he felt the computer was too quick for the pace at which he liked to write.  I finally found the first chapters in typed form.  That will give the editor a reference to help decipher Lee’s handwriting.  He worked very hard to finish the book–there are only two remaining and this completes the set.  Chalcedon has the other one in manuscript typed and proofed.

I can’t tell you what a blessing it was to find that.

Aside from that good news, my car is still up to its hubcaps in snow.  I won’t be getting out of that parking spot for awhile.  Again.  We just dug out of all that snow a few days ago.

Hopefully, it will warm up fairly quickly (laughs maniacally).

Now for supper and some TV.

God bless everybody.

Patty