There’s a discussion on one of the forums that I frequent about Raw Milk. Of course, one of the proponents of raw milk brought up the argument, and I will paraphrase, that raw milk is in it’s most purest form, as nature intended, so without the manipulation of man, it’s healthier for us. This to me is a laughable argument and I wonder why people still make it.  Particularly if this argument is coming from someone who enjoys most of their food (i.e. meats) cooked.  I don’t really want to get into this, but I’ve always found it interesting that.  humans are the only species on this planet that drinks another animal’s milk, even after being weaned.  Somewhere we got the idea that drinking cow’s milk  was an extremely vital part of our growth and development.

I haven’t had a proper glass of milk in probably about a decade, maybe more. Of course, I’m a grown adult.  I’m small, but I’m not skinny. I’m not weak and brittle. Yes, I did get meningitis, but I recovered pretty quickly, while still maintaining a vegetarian diet. I’m more active than most people I know, just for my 5km round trip work commute.   I do indulge in cheese, ice cream, stuff like that, once in a while, but not enough to make a nutritional difference. Except for the cream I put in my coffee, I’m practically a vegan when I cook at home. Yeah it doesn’t help that I seem to have developed lactose intolerance after my meningicoccal adventures, but I’ve done fine without that tall glass of white stuff.  The thing with it is, I’ll consume dairy but I’m not going to kid myself into thinking I need it. Dairy is junk food. When I tell myself that I need to eat healthier (and I do), part of that agenda is actually cutting out as much of it as I can.

If I thought it was worth it to compliment your singing, I would. However, I can’t find it in me to do so, particularly if you are playing, recording, karaoke-ing or god knows what past 1am keeping me wide awake and listening to your crap. When you’re edging into my comfort zone, I find it very hard to have sympathy for anyone.  The walls in the apartment aren’t particularly sound proof and not only am I hearing you, I’m hearing the crap you’re singing.  Your awful voice and your even worse music carries through the walls, or the hallways or even through the windows. Either way, we’re hearing it in there, and we’re not spellbound. Your singing is awful. We suspect that’s your own music you’ve written and are singing to in there? Well, it sucks. It just sucks. It’s like 80’s rock opera/Fame/Prince awfulness and it  just sucks. For the sake of all humanity, particularly those in your proximity, invest in a pair of headphones.

Here’s an alternate suggestion: just stop.

Old p-shop photo of myself from way back when.

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Ok, maybe I’m not. Today, after staying a little late at work again, I took off on my trusty bike to Petsmart so Thaddeus could eat tonight. Thaddeus is my oldest kitty, though he’s still pretty active and likes to express his dominance around the place. However, he’s stubbornly refusing to join the canned kitty food contingent of Niko and Aya. So, yesterday I ran out of the kibble and attempted to feed him some Whiska’s pouched tuna. He took a few nibbles and decided he wasn’t that into it. No doubt, Niko ate the rest.

Anyway.. i wasn’t able to get to Petsmart yesterday because I was at work until about 10pm. Today, I was determined to get there, because no one likes to see their kitty go hungry, and Petsmart is the only place close to me that has the crap that Thaddeus will eat. It was raining when I got in that morning, so I was wise enough to bring an extra change of clothes and wear my brand new Mark’s Work Warehouse rubber rain boots, which also look stylin’ might I add. The boots were an awesome idea. My pants and jacket were soaked, my socks were not.

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