It should be noted that yesterday night, I was driving to my friends house and I found a dog in the road dragging its broken chain behind it. After taking it to my friends house to ask who it belonged to, I returned the dog safely to its rightful owner.
To all who doubted my animal-rescue prowess: TREMBLE! A MASTER HAS COME!
-ec.wolf
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Great Kitten Rescue
I had quite an adventure today.
This morning when I while I was walking to school, I saw a black cat dash across the road and a van had to slow down to avoid hitting it. As I walked a bit further, I started to hear a whining noise and so I looked next to a mailbox and there was a tiny black kitten hiding in the grass. I looked around at first and then glanced over to what I assumed was the mother cat on the other side of the street. Then, I bent down and made noises to persuade the kitten to come to me, and once it came out of the grass, I picked it up and planned to take it across the road to its mother, but when I stood back up, the cat on the other side of the road was gone. In the house directly across the street from me, there was a man standing in the window with a cat near him. I thought it might have been the mother cat, so I crossed the street and knocked on his door, but he said the kitten didn't belong to him.
I didn't want to be late for school, but I figured I didn't have much of a choice. It was too dark to search for the mother cat, so I turned around and started to walk back toward my house; luckily, my dad was driving by to drop my sister off at school and I handed the kitten off to him and asked him to go door-to-door and see if it belonged to anyone.
When I got home from school, I saw my dad on the ground with the kitten. He had called the vet and asked what we might need to do to care for the kitten since it looked too young to be away from its mother. They told him to buy some kitten formula and a bottle to feed it with, which is what he was doing when I walked over to him. I played around with the kitten for a bit and tried to feed him, but I had to work so I wouldn't be able to take the kitten door-to-door until I got back home. Before I left, though, I took some pictures.
When I got back from work, I filled a little box with some towels and my sister and I went down the road to where I discovered the kitten. First, we went to the mailbox where I found that cat and walked up to the door of the house. I knocked and stood there for a while, but no one answered. We walked down the road to the next house, and I walked up onto the porch. Before I could even reach the door, a woman opened it and her family was standing in the doorway. "Ohhhhh, you found it," she said as she walked up to me. I handed the cat to her and she said "Just the one? There is another white one that has gone missing as well." I told her where I never saw a white kitten and I showed her where I found it, and then my sister and I walked home.
Perhaps I'll have to go rescue its white sibling as well. I could be a super hero or something.
-ec.wolf
This morning when I while I was walking to school, I saw a black cat dash across the road and a van had to slow down to avoid hitting it. As I walked a bit further, I started to hear a whining noise and so I looked next to a mailbox and there was a tiny black kitten hiding in the grass. I looked around at first and then glanced over to what I assumed was the mother cat on the other side of the street. Then, I bent down and made noises to persuade the kitten to come to me, and once it came out of the grass, I picked it up and planned to take it across the road to its mother, but when I stood back up, the cat on the other side of the road was gone. In the house directly across the street from me, there was a man standing in the window with a cat near him. I thought it might have been the mother cat, so I crossed the street and knocked on his door, but he said the kitten didn't belong to him.
I didn't want to be late for school, but I figured I didn't have much of a choice. It was too dark to search for the mother cat, so I turned around and started to walk back toward my house; luckily, my dad was driving by to drop my sister off at school and I handed the kitten off to him and asked him to go door-to-door and see if it belonged to anyone.
When I got home from school, I saw my dad on the ground with the kitten. He had called the vet and asked what we might need to do to care for the kitten since it looked too young to be away from its mother. They told him to buy some kitten formula and a bottle to feed it with, which is what he was doing when I walked over to him. I played around with the kitten for a bit and tried to feed him, but I had to work so I wouldn't be able to take the kitten door-to-door until I got back home. Before I left, though, I took some pictures.
When I got back from work, I filled a little box with some towels and my sister and I went down the road to where I discovered the kitten. First, we went to the mailbox where I found that cat and walked up to the door of the house. I knocked and stood there for a while, but no one answered. We walked down the road to the next house, and I walked up onto the porch. Before I could even reach the door, a woman opened it and her family was standing in the doorway. "Ohhhhh, you found it," she said as she walked up to me. I handed the cat to her and she said "Just the one? There is another white one that has gone missing as well." I told her where I never saw a white kitten and I showed her where I found it, and then my sister and I walked home.
Perhaps I'll have to go rescue its white sibling as well. I could be a super hero or something.
-ec.wolf
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Bat and the Weasels
A bat fell to the ground and was caught by a weasel, and was just going to be killed and eaten when it begged to be let go. The weasel said he couldn't do that because he was an enemy of all birds on principal. "Oh, but," said the bat, "I'm not a bird at all. I'm a mouse." "So you are," said the weasel, "now I come to look at you." And he let it go. Some time after this, the bat was caught in just the same way by another weasel, and, as before, begged for its life. "No," said the weasel, "I never let a mouse go by any chance." "But I'm not a mouse," said the bat, "I'm a bird." "Why, so you are," said the weasel. And he too let the bat go.
Exercise caution before committing yourself.
-ec.wolf
Exercise caution before committing yourself.
-ec.wolf
Monday, October 11, 2010
Wanderlust
Every once in a while I get a feeling. For a while, I wasn't sure exactly what it was or where it came from, but a few years ago I took a psychology class and learned a bit about mental disorders. One particular article (the wikipedia page on bipolar disorder) intrigued me when I first came across it:
"Mania is generally characterized by a distinct period of an elevated, expansive, or irritable mood state. People commonly experience an increase in energy and a decreased need for sleep. A person's speech may be pressured, with thoughts experienced as racing. Attention span is low, and a person in a manic state may be easily distracted. Judgment may become impaired, and sufferers may go on spending sprees or engage in behavior that is quite abnormal for them. They may indulge in substance abuse, particularly alcohol or other depressants, cocaine or other stimulants, or sleeping pills. Their behavior may become aggressive, intolerant, or intrusive. People may feel out of control or unstoppable. People may feel they have been "chosen" and are "on a special mission" or have other grandiose or delusional ideas. Sexual drive may increase. At more extreme phases of bipolar I, a person in a manic state can begin to experience psychosis, or a break with reality, where thinking is affected along with mood. Many people in a manic state experience severe anxiety and are very irritable (to the point of rage), while others are euphoric and grandiose."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_disorder#Manic_episode
A lot of the symptoms seemed to match what the feeling was like. I assumed I had bipolar disorder, and this was simply an effect of it. After some time though, I figured that I was being ridiculous and that not every quirk is because of a mental disorder. After all, self-psyche evaluations aren't very reliable and not every symptom matched.
Basically, the experience is an amalgam of different ideas, which I'll try to explain, such as:
As self-centered as it sounds, I did (and sometimes do) feel that I am "chosen" for something; sort of like life is a story and I am the protagonist. I used to lie awake at night and convince myself that some day someone was going to take me to some wild place and I would have a great adventure.
Almost all of these symptoms have decreased in frequency as a got older, but some of them still happen. Sometimes I feel that I MUST carry out ridiculous ideas. For example, when I was younger, I went for a walk one night, and as I was returning to my house I suddenly had the idea that if I didn't walk past my house and continue down to the end of the road, I was going to miss something very important. So I did. Nothing important ever did happen on these little journeys, but I still felt compelled to do things like that time and again.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Mania is generally characterized by a distinct period of an elevated, expansive, or irritable mood state. People commonly experience an increase in energy and a decreased need for sleep. A person's speech may be pressured, with thoughts experienced as racing. Attention span is low, and a person in a manic state may be easily distracted. Judgment may become impaired, and sufferers may go on spending sprees or engage in behavior that is quite abnormal for them. They may indulge in substance abuse, particularly alcohol or other depressants, cocaine or other stimulants, or sleeping pills. Their behavior may become aggressive, intolerant, or intrusive. People may feel out of control or unstoppable. People may feel they have been "chosen" and are "on a special mission" or have other grandiose or delusional ideas. Sexual drive may increase. At more extreme phases of bipolar I, a person in a manic state can begin to experience psychosis, or a break with reality, where thinking is affected along with mood. Many people in a manic state experience severe anxiety and are very irritable (to the point of rage), while others are euphoric and grandiose."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_disorder#Manic_episode
A lot of the symptoms seemed to match what the feeling was like. I assumed I had bipolar disorder, and this was simply an effect of it. After some time though, I figured that I was being ridiculous and that not every quirk is because of a mental disorder. After all, self-psyche evaluations aren't very reliable and not every symptom matched.
Basically, the experience is an amalgam of different ideas, which I'll try to explain, such as:
As self-centered as it sounds, I did (and sometimes do) feel that I am "chosen" for something; sort of like life is a story and I am the protagonist. I used to lie awake at night and convince myself that some day someone was going to take me to some wild place and I would have a great adventure.
Almost all of these symptoms have decreased in frequency as a got older, but some of them still happen. Sometimes I feel that I MUST carry out ridiculous ideas. For example, when I was younger, I went for a walk one night, and as I was returning to my house I suddenly had the idea that if I didn't walk past my house and continue down to the end of the road, I was going to miss something very important. So I did. Nothing important ever did happen on these little journeys, but I still felt compelled to do things like that time and again.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
One-Eyed Dog
There is a one-eyed dog sitting in the rain.
His ragged fur is wet and a chilling wind is whipping.
I open the door to let him in, but he sits there — one eye staring.
A bowl of food I place upon the ground, but motionless he stays.
Perhaps I am too caring?
What is one stray among all the strays on every corner?
I shut the door and walk away but soon begin despairing.
Alone and cold, surely he could parish.
Indeed, the reaper in the rain could well be preparing.
His scythe lustful and creeping slowly.
Towards the door I rush and throw it open, worry flaring.
But no fiends await, only one dog with one eye.
My mind playing tricks, I fancy, I am simply overbearing.
I stand in the doorway staring back and ponder,
What is it about this creature that has compelled my mind to erring?
Around I turn at last; I am finished with this tonight.
“No more will I think of this one-eyed dog,” up the stairs I step, declaring.
I left him food; he will be alright.
I settle into bed uncaring.
But that night I dream a dog perched in the doorway of my chamber.
Its one eye watches me as lay; that one ghastly eye unsparing.
Starting upright, I awake with eyes wide and search for the infiltrator.
AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT.
A poem a wrote for a writing contest between some friends of mine. It really shines at the end.
-ec.wolf
Single-Thread Spider Web
I have probably run into more of these in my life than any other person. You see, in my back yard there is a fence with a gate on it, and every day I use this gate when I leave for work. Well, a certain spider also liked to frequent this gate, because every day when I left for work, I would run into his single thread of web. It must have become some sort of morning ritual for this spider to produce this single thread for the sole purpose of watching me walk into it, and as I did, I imagine he would smile, and as the sun set, he would turn around, content, and prepare for the next day.
You gotta do what makes you happy, I guess.
-ec.wolf
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Prometheus and the Making of Man
At the bidding of Jupiter, Prometheus set about the creation of man and the other animals. Jupiter, seeing that mankind, the only rational creatures, were far outnumbered by the irrational beasts, bade him redress the balance by turning some of the latter into men. Prometheus did as be was bidden, and this is the reason why some people have the forms of men but the souls of beasts.
I currently have a cold, but they say that a fable a day is the best medicine.
-ec.wolf
I currently have a cold, but they say that a fable a day is the best medicine.
-ec.wolf
Saturday, October 2, 2010
The Kid on the Housetop
A kid climbed up onto the roof of an outhouse, attracted by the grass and other things that grew in the thatch. And as he stood there browsing away he caught sight of a wolf passing below and jeered at him because he couldn't reach him. The wolf only looked up and said, "I hear you, my young friend. But it is not you who mock me, but the roof on which you are standing."
If it were up to me, it would be required for parents to read fables to their children.
-ec.wolf
If it were up to me, it would be required for parents to read fables to their children.
-ec.wolf
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