And Harry walked into the dark cavern, felt the chill in the air, and wind upon his face. And there….at the mouth of the cavern, hung an enormous wasp nest. Wings flapping, sending hot air into the cool cavern. Wasps twice as big as Harry himself, there ever searching eyes inhabiting anyone from ever coming into there hive.
Smiles. No, its not a nightmare friends, and I don’t believe wasps could grow that size anyway. Well, maybe given a bit of radioactive goop, but beside the point. And Harry could magic them away with a special wand anyway right?
Today I came home to a deck full of angry wasps. And, don’t get me wrong, I feel kind of bad about this, I think I had a little bit to do with it. I strolled up the steps of my deck, glad to be home. I saw a wasp walking on the boards of the deck, and just out of instinct I guess, I stepped on it and killed it. And then, like gunpowder from an overused keg, they all came out at once. Guess they were mad because I killed there brother? sister? Wow, I ran so fast down the steps, I think I left my flip flops behind. :)
It made me wonder, why did God have to invent wasps. And Bees, and Hornets, and Yellow Jackets, etc. etc. Well of course so Major League (and High School) teams would have a name of course.
Smiles. But seriously, I think it is the natural order of things. A way to feel pain. Or maybe to teach us to learn the natural order of things. I have no idea to this point, all I know is the baking soda and vinegar is working, and I think the compress has removed the poison the wasp left behind.
I want to delve into a new topic tonite, and I do hope that the few can understand. Well not necessarily a few. (Still can’t spell that necessarily right, for those that have been following, I give up at this point) :) Here it is………….big bang boom………
Twitter is a good tool for keeping friends and family updated, but…… you have to watch who follows you. I am kind of new to the Twitter scene, and I am already starting to see the goings on that happens. My biggest gripe…….getting followers promoting everything from a good way to make money with Twitter, all the way to, and I quote….”Want to see me naked”. Gheesh, noooooo. Just quit following me if we’re going to be introduced like that. I mean, why pay for porn when you have it right on Twitter. And I am just saying, I would never pay for porn, and would even look at it.
And if you have to promote something, why do you have to do it through Twitter? Try Google Ads, or Yahoo Business, or even ebay. Yeah, I would like to know how to make $49 an hour, but don’t use Twitter to promote it. Take out ad space, and maybe some will buy in to your “money making scheme”, but some will not. Keep Twitter clean. Just one man’s quest for a clean twitter. Mark me if I am wrong. Same goes for the MySpace and Facebook annihilators.
Ah well, thus ends my blog tonite, well, not as much, I have another post saved, one I thought on last nite, and will post within 10 minutes of finishing this one. I just had to rant tonite, and if I offended some, forgive, but just telling it like it is, Pow, right to the moon. Smiles. G’night all, and God bless.
