My Cautionary Note ~ If you’re prone to squeamish on a balcony or barfy on airplanes, you
might want to take an anti-nauseant for your tummy, maybe even a big-gun injection,
before you watch this clip.
The Warning, “Do not attempt to try the “stunts” shown in this film,” pretty much begs
the question.
In fact, I think our part of the world is called “Industrial” for good reason. If you’re not
doing eight jobs at the same time and your kids are not going to eight different classes
and camps after school is over, you are considered an indolent self-absorbed slob who
enjoys living off tax-payers’ money.
The Old Testament proverb, “Idle hands are tools of the Devil” rules us. One, humungous,
pervasive guilt-trip that holds our brains in a disassociated vice-grip.
We run around like manic-catatonics, chickens with their heads cut off. Road-rage is not a
mental illness, it's fashionable.
Holy Ghost! This film-thingy was supposed to be fun, maybe even funny, and here I got
hooked on workaholic-mode making with my stupid rhetoric. So, to land this plane ...
My Conclusion:
After all is said and done,
the flirting and chasing
catching and escaping,
the fighting and making up,
we all pretend to not know the secret rule,
“Doggies love chasing kitties, and kitties love the chase until they catch their doggie.”
That much fun and excitement works up quite the appetite and a lot of panting.
In our house we call that a day,
time for a sit-down,
dinner together and a nap, snug to another furry body.
We oughtta think like the French do.
You know, they really have the edge when it comes to pleasuring in beauty, a good wine,
the scent of a woman, the art of leisure ~
who else can make eating Brie on bread with a glass of red into sacred ritual? I say,
“Vive lá différence!"
1 - Howdy "Paw"-dner
What is it about the mentioning of
the word "DOG" implies "Male"? I
dare say the corollary holds true say
"CAT" and you say more than feline,
you mean "Female". WHY? Cultural
conditioning is my Pavlovian
auto-response and yeah, the pun is
a stretch, intended. I was raised on
poems and rhymes we remembered
by rote.
Take a fer'instance
SKIPPING-ROPE RHYMES...
Girls are made of...
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice.
Boys are made of...
Chestnuts and snails,
And puppy-dog tails.
2 - Beast Friends, a Cautionary Tail
Pets & Multi-tasking - two definitive
words for the "Industrial World" - if
you're not doing eight jobs at the
same time and your kids are not
going to eight different classes and
camps after school is over - you're
considered an indolent slob, living
off tax-payers' money.
The Old Testament proverb, "Idle
hands are tools of the Devil" rules us
with an insidious guilt-trip that
holds us in a disassociated vice
about our heads until we run around
like manic-catatonics.
Hey, this film-thingy was supposed
to be fun and maybe even funny &
here I got hooked on my workaholic
mode making for stupid rhetoric.
New Toys
Video-cam movie of Shadow and Smokey
playing on the deck in the backyard right after
a Canadian-style snowfall. We broke out the
Kristmas presents "Auntie Treesje" had given
them.
Why tell, when they'll SHOW?
INFERRED CONCLUSIONS?
- Puppies walk in and take over the house, and all the remotes.
- Kitty-cats learn to defer, but counter with passive-aggressive moves like bursting into
tears to guilt doggy to give into kitty-whims.
- Unwritten Code, "Doggies rule. Kitties have the last word."
3 - Enter: Doggies
This little pilot project I call "My Beast Friends" was my way of doing crash-course
"Videography101".
I had never held a video camcorder in my hand, so I figured the best way of getting over
my angst of learning something new or dropping an expensive machine, I'd make a game
out of it -- you know, have some fun, play around with it in my hand.
Bad idea.
Even after I edited out the ceiling-to-rug scenes, the picture still veers, violently at times.
I learned my limits -- I can't film, play soccer inside the house and entertain my doggies all
at the same time -- I ended up making a crummy clip, missing the ball and boring my pets.
They know to expect Mommy to do the unexpected and usually chill until they catch on to
the game. But, if you take a look, even their faces registered bewildered.
In the end, multi-tasking is so overrated.
Dogs >> mutts >> mojo >> men ...?