Dogs and Religion

Dogs like to hunt. Many dogs will stare at squirrels in trees or running along wires, convinced that one day a squirrel will fall into their mouth. They really think it will happen.

That seems very like how religion works. You develop an idea based on remote plausbility and wishing, and you hold fast to it despite the lack of wish fulfillment. I believe that's called faith, and it seems to work for people as well as dogs.

I know a dog that has had a squirrel fall from a wire right in front of her. And then another time a squirrel, instead of running away from her, ran right up to her - in essence right into her mouth. Maybe she's figured out the true religion. Squirrel-staring. Yeah, that works.

Photo Finish

There is this woman who was touristing at Yellowstone recently. She was at the top of a cliff looking over a river really really far below. I guess it was a little too far, because she stepped over the barrier to get a closer photo. That extra foot or two really made the shot, I'm sure. Well, that barrier was there for a reason. She fell. I really wish I could feel sorry for her. I wonder if this is the sort of thing that inspired Darwin.

It's too bad this woman wasn't on a soap opera. There have been so many people pushed, flung, ejected, tricked, dragged and pulled off cliffs on various soaps (and that's not counting rooftops and balconies) and I'm pretty sure none of them ever stayed dead. Granted, many of them were saved at the last minute by the strongest twig in the world or the hand of their next true love, but even the ones that fall and are eclared dead come back in a few years.

I should be able to resist a title like that. Oh well.

Presidents

For some unknown reason I was thinking about presidents. Specifically Presidents Day and whether it was just for Washington and Lincoln or for all of them. It really should be for all of them - they all have birthdays, and it's not a real holiday anyway so why not let them all share it.

If it is for all the presidents, I want to start seeing the guys on the stupid TV commercials for Presidents Day dressing like some of the others. Like Chester Arthur or Millard Fillmore. Ah, Millard Fillmore. You've got to admire him for not only surviving but achieving the presidency with the name Millard. That has got to be the worst name in the world. His nickname choices are Millie and Lard. Not good.

The Stanley Cup

It's two periods into game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals, and it's very definitely up in the air who's going to win the Cup. Carolina is up 3 games to 2, but Edmonton has momentum and is currently ahead in game 6. All I have to say is, Lord Stanley's cup does not belong in a place where there could never possibly be a pond hockey game or an outdoor rink. They just won't appreciate it.

There is one more thing. However it turns out, I have to admire Edmonton for playing like they have a chance even when everyone said they didn't after game 1. I can't manage it, and I've never had an entire world of sports writers, commentators, and know-it-all bloggers (like me) saying that.