End of life issues

Most everyone has an opinion on right-to-life issues, with the Terri Schiavo case to be no exception. Here is a moving eyewitness account of Terri's last hours, with some good advice at the end re: what you might want to consider for your own future health care and end-of-life wishes.

House Concurrent Resolution No. 29

Perhaps some of you have seen the sleeper hit Napoleon Dynamite. I hadn't particularly planned on seeing it until a co-worker kept talking about it and thought the kids we worked with would really enjoy it, since it targeted much of the awkwardness teens experience during high school. So I watched with the kids one day when it was raining during our off-unit activity time, and I discovered it was a hilarious, quirky movie.

Well, I thought I saw it all until I came across this resolution that the Idaho State House of Representatives wanted to "recognize and commend Jared and Jerusha Hess for their cinematic talents by which they have increased the nation's awareness of Idaho." For those who had any doubts about voting for this resolution in the affirmative, they were given an ultimatum in the resolution:

WHEREAS, any members of the House of Representatives or the Senate of the Legislature of the State of Idaho who choose to vote "Nay" on this concurrent resolution are "FREAKIN' IDIOTS!" and run the risk of having the "Worst Day of Their Lives!"

This is only an example...Just read the resolutions, and I think you'll find them funnier than the film.

The latest eBay culinary projective

There have been several images that have "appeared" on various foods, and sold (or not) on eBay. The most famous one to date is probably the Virgin Mary Grilled Cheese Sandwich that sold for $28,000. A couple others that I came across was the Passion Fry and the Holy Face Popcorn.

Well, it appears that they have tired of the religious culinary iconography, and moved to more well-known modern personages.

Behold, the Jay Leno Potato Chip.

Update: The JLPC sold, with 21 bids, for $61.02.

Queen Spoo at the keyboard...





Unfortunately, where spoo can end up. :(

What is spoo?

Well, I have now finally entered the blogosphere... Thanks for stopping by.

So some of you may be wondering, "What in the world is spoo?"

One of my favorite shows, "Babylon 5," introduced spoo almost in passing at the beginning of the series. Fans inquired to JMS (J. Michael Straczynski, the creator/producer/writer) as to what spoo was, and the following is his response. That was what finalized my affection for spoo and how it became adopted into my persona.

Spoo is/are (the plural of spoo is spoo) small, white, pasty, mealy critters, rather worm-like, and generally regarded as the ugliest animals in the known galaxy by just about every sentient species capable of starflight, with the possible exception of the pak'ma'ra, who would simply recommend a more rigorous program of exercise. They are also generally considered the most delicious food in all of known space, regardless of the individual's biology, almost regardless of species, except for the pak'ma'ra, who like the flavor but generally won't say so simply to be contrary.

Spoo are raised on ranches on worlds with a damp, moist, somewhat chilly climate so that their skin can acquire just the right shade of paleness. Spoo travel in herds, if moving a total of six inches in any given direction in the course of a given year can actually be considered moving. They stay in herds ostensibly for mutual protection, but the reality is that if they weren't propped up against one another, most of them would simply fall down. They do not howl, bark, moo, purr, yap, squeak or speak. Mainly, they sigh. Herds of sighing spoo can reportedly induce unparalleled bouts of depression, which is why most spoo ranchers wear earmuffs even when it's only mildly cold, damp, wet and dreary outside. If there is any life-or-death struggle for dominance within the spoo herd, it has not yet been detected by modern science.

Spoo ranching is one of the least regarded professions known. Little or no skill is required, once you've got a planet with the right climate. You bring in two hundred spoo, plop them down in the middle of your ranch, and go back to the nearby house. Soon you've got more. When it comes time to cull out the ones ready for market (the softest, mealiest, palest, most forlorn-looking spoo of the pack), little physical effort is required since they're incapable of rapid movement without falling over (see above). They do not resist, fight, or whine; they only sigh more loudly. When spoo harvest time comes, the air is full of the sound of whacking and sighing, whacking and sighing. Even an experienced spoo rancher can only harvest for brief periods of a time, due to the increased volume of sighing, which even the sound of whacking cannot altogether erase. (also see above) Some have simply gone mad.

Spoo are the only creatures of which the Interstellar Animal Rights Protection League says, simply, "Kill 'em."

Fresh spoo (served at an optimum temperature of 62-degrees) is served in cubed sections, so that they bear as little resemblence as possible to the animal from which they have just been sliced. Spoo is usually served alongside a chablis, or a white zinfandel.

Further information on the care, feeding, eating and whacking of spoo can be found in the second edition of the Interstellar Guide to Fine Dining. Your desire to make and eat spoo at home...depends on whether or not you ever want to have children later....

So behold, the world of spoo. These are the rantings of one such creature.