Cataclysmic Melt-down of Biblical Proportions? No Thanks.

It being Spring, my computer time is somewhat limited. So my entries can get a little sparse. Rural power lines and phone lines are the last ones to be upgraded, so potentially electric storms (pretty much all of them) cause outages and surges fairly frequently. If you like having a computer and don't have deep pockets (i.e. farmers), like myself you would prefer to be inconvenienced in a small way (techie down-time) instead of in the big way ( the snap-crackle-pop of lightening making it's way through your surge protectors, into the integrated circuitry, frying all your solid state components and shooting out your DVD drive, satellite box, stereo and Flat Screen High Def TV you got that second mortgage to buy. Using the telephone system to complete the circuit, causing a cataclysmic melt down of Biblical proportions and fusing the phone plastic to your furniture).

It has something to do with there being 50,000 critters and only 12 people in a square mile...and two dogs. I don't include dogs in the animal census since they walk that fine line between man and beast. Yeah, I know they aren't the missing link...well, maybe they are. The relationship man has with dog goes way back, linking modern man to his prehistoric predecessors, dog with his own.
Who was by mans side, cleaning up the after dinner bone yard, his ambrosia? Dog. Who was there to keep the slightly less hairy man-beast warm before he knew how to chip flint? Dog. Who helped the inferior hunter to provide for his human pack and was content with his role as sentry for his humanoid erectus bipedal god? That's right, dog. So you could say that although an ambiguous one, he is the link to our sordid evolutionary past.
Would the power companies move us up the priority ladder and replace our antiquated lines if we could get them to acknowledge dog as a valid part of human populace in po-dunk? Even if they did award our canine side-kicks social standing, I don't think two dogs would make a hill `o beans.

I miss getting on this machine daily and rattling off at the keyboard, it's a therapeutic compulsion, remotely productive and kind of feeds the need for human contact, in a detached sort of way.
At least it gives me a little time to play tag with the native dust bunny warren.
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4/11/2005 8:51 PM