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October 31, 2008

Stupid Halloween Thread...

...that we blame on BillT and spd...

What is your blood type?

WK-AN482_vampir_D_20081029134858.jpgThe Japanese think your blood type correlates with your personality. Based on what they have to say about The Princess, I think they've been smoking wacky weed.

Finally, spd sent me this wonderful piece about vampires:

... a few indispensable qualities reside at the heart of the vampire's appeal. Vampires are always good-looking, excruciatingly so; the word that Bella Swan, the protagonist of the "Twilight" series, most often uses to describe her adored undead boyfriend Edward is "perfect." Washboard abs are a must. Vampires are also invariably well-dressed, whether in period costume or the pricey designer outfits sported by the blood-sucking boyfriends in Gossip-Girl-style gothics like Richelle Mead's "Vampire Academy" or Melissa de la Cruz's "Blue Bloods," both set in exclusive prep schools. Above all else, vampires are rich. (The source of vampire wealth is obscure, since few of them appear to be gainfully employed. The assumption seems to be that anyone who's been around for 300 years must be in a position to take full advantage of the miracle of compound interest.) In short, they uncannily resemble the heroes of traditional romance novels.

The fusion of the romance and vampire genres isn't as unlikely as it might seem. The archetypal romantic hero owes a lot to two characters from Victorian literature: Mr. Rochester in "Jane Eyre" and Heathcliff in "Wuthering Heights." The two sisters who wrote those novels, Charlotte and Emily Brontë, were, like most literary women of their time, great admirers of Lord Byron, whose stormy, passionate heroes (based on his own bad self) served as patterns for Rochester and Heathcliff.

In turn, one of the earliest stories in which a vampire is depicted as a decadently attractive aristocrat is "The Vampyre" (1819), by John Polidori, Byron's physician, who achieved a minor literary notoriety by writing thinly veiled portraits of his former employer. Both the classic romance hero and the suave vampire are handsome yet dangerous, mysteriously worldly and a little cruel, but gifted in erotic persuasion.

I got thinking about it, and I had to laugh. I grew up on vampire movies. But true to form, I never liked movies where the vampire was ugly. He had to be suave and debonaire - a gentleman's vampire: the kind of guy you would never date in a million years but secretly dreamed about in typing class.

That, I think, is the magic of Halloween for me: entertaining all sorts of idiotic ideas that make no sense in real life. Because we all have dangerous fantasies, dark fears, monsters hiding under the bed. I always hated parents who didn't like Halloween. It's a marvelous holiday. It allows children to drag both their fantasies and their fears out in the open and cut them down to size.

It gives adults a chance to be childlike again, and God knows we need a bit of play in our lives.

Now that my children are gone, I miss it.

And you people are way too quiet.

Posted by Cassandra at October 31, 2008 07:51 PM

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And you people are way too quiet.

Triple witch this week: no more baseball; off Daylight Savings Time (which always turns me into a zombie); and the election (glad it's about over but...).

I'd forgotten all about "The Hunger" until I clicked on the WSG article. If anyone was ever born to play a vampire, it's David Bowie. And, hey, how come WSG didn't mention "Love at First Bite"?

Posted by: Elise at October 31, 2008 09:13 PM

...secretly dreamed about in typing class.

You must have been a heck of a typist. All I had time to do in typing class was try to get the @#$#@ paper to sit right on the wheel if I had to go back and correct anything, or do sub-scripts or super-scripts.

I was also in my high school's very last typing class. The next year, they replaced it with "keyboarding," anticipating correctly that the era of typewriters was over.

The only vampire movie I can recall liking was "Innocent Blood," which I saw at a dollar movie theater not too long after it was out. I don't recall any reason for liking it except that it had great music. It was as much a mob movie as a vampire movie (the film's concept was that the vampire felt guilty, so only fed on evil mobsters), and it had this great Frank Sinatra and big band score.

Posted by: Grim at October 31, 2008 09:48 PM

What?! No "Dead and Loving It?" "Fright Night"? "Van Helsing"? "The Lost Boys"?

The best line I ever got (and one I've used a few times now) while handing out Halloween candy came from an *older* teenage boy in Yuma. When I teased him about being too old to be trick or treating, he exclaimed, "Aw, c'mon! This is the only time that I get to beg for candy!"
He got doubles.
heh
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at November 1, 2008 02:07 AM

Honestly, as a kid, vampires terrified me. To this day, I despise mortuaries and graveyards. Zombies less so. But to me, the modern "sexy" vampire is a joke. They're all so... EMO. I prefer the good old fashioned 'possessed corpse' vampires. The ones who hungered for the living and didn't spend half their time bemoaning the tragedy of their lost humanity. The Lost Boys is about as close to the modern vampire as I find entertaining.

It's been a bad day for me Cass, so sorry for being so quiet. The very fact I'm awake at 3am is a good indication of it. Here's hoping for a better month.

Posted by: MikeD at November 1, 2008 03:25 AM

Type O: They easily start up projects but often have trouble following through because they give up easily. They are flighty and not too dependable.

I started out to do a snarky flighty helicopter pilot remark, but I lost interest.

I've never understood the vision of the vampire as aristocrat, which seems to arise

*heh*

from the example of Elizabeth Bathory. Personally, I've always pictured them as bloodsucking, soulless fiends from Hell.

Sorta like lawyers.

Posted by: BillT at November 1, 2008 04:16 AM

I think the election has everyone a bit unsettled, or maybe just disgusted, Mike.

I never like waiting for things to be resolved.

I can deal with the worst thing in the world. I don't even care much what it is - I just want to know so I can make my plans and move on. It is the not knowing that drives me freaking batsh*t. I am funny that way. I'm pretty patient, but the one thing that tends to wear on me is prolonged uncertainty. And when you think of it, a military child or wife's life is nothing but a state of constant uncertainty :p Nothing is ever settled and nothing is ever under your control and the minute you think you have one thing nailed down and start to work hard and build something lasting... poof!

They pull the rug out from underneath you :) You have to have a sense of humor about it...or take up drinking. Small victories are good too.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 1, 2008 04:30 AM

"And you people are way too quiet.

Sshhh. I'm creeping up on a dyspeptic tech wench.

You see - I've decided to take up drinking. Type A.

Posted by: socialism_is_error at November 1, 2008 05:38 AM

> The assumption seems to be that anyone who's been around for 300 years must be in a position to take full advantage of the miracle of compound interest.

LOL, if you hadn't said it, I would have pointed it out...

> If anyone was ever born to play a vampire, it's David Bowie.

I dunno, Christopher Lee and Frank Langella did a pretty good job of the Gentleman vampire type you talk of. And, frankly, I think David Boreanaz did a fantastic job of playing Angel, which stepped well beyond the one-joke notion of Buffy (which also did it, just not quite as well as the spinoff). Angel's second-to-fifth seasons were all quite impressive as a single four-season story arc.

Posted by: OBloodyhell at November 1, 2008 05:44 AM

Mind you, romance writers romanticize the f*** out of vampires, ignoring their "actual" mythos (Yes, we're all astoundingly surprised by this, n'c'est pas?).

For a real vampire, the curse is that the bloodlust supplants all other sensations. Eating, drinking, sex, all become marginalized or unnecessary. So, while a vampire uses sex (usually translated as pheromones these days) to lure women, they have no interest in sex with them, for they have no interest in sex at all.

You aren't going to get raped -- not even date raped -- by a vampire. He's there to suck your blood, and that's it. You're dead, or even worse, undead, and just like him. There's nothing of pleasure or desire to the matter.

And therein lies the problem with this romance crap. It romanticizes EVIL. At it's heart, it says, "Hey, evil ain't THAT bad. It's got redeeming qualities!" And one should be asking what the long-term effect of such an attitude will be on the social structure.

I don't think that it's good.

.

Posted by: OBloodyhell at November 1, 2008 05:55 AM

I never had fantasies about the vampire romantically, actually.

I think, on reflecting about it, what I liked about 60s and 70s vampire movies is that they just totally worked as sort of campy, over the top morality plays.

There is something about me that always wants to see the good guys win. I hate, hate, HATE to see the bad guy get away with stuff in a movie. We all have our little fantasies, but basically I am a conventional person who believes the right and good should triumph and wants to see the decencies upheld.

And a lot of the 60s vampire movies actually had humorous moments in them, mixed in with the scary stuff. And in the end, the vampire, despite his sleazy attempt to suck the blood (read: seduce) the ravishing, virginal young heroine, almost always ends up with a stake right through his heart. So, good wins and you walk away seeing that it doesn't pay to be a smooth talker after all.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 1, 2008 06:16 AM

Actually, I hated my typing class Grim.

But there was this absolutely gorgeous senior who sat a few rows behind me (I was only in 10th grade). But he was too old for me, and besides he was an outrageous flirt and I couldn't take a guy like that seriously. Still, I had a terrible crush on him.

So I mostly avoided him :p

I knew if I ever went out with him, he'd make me miserable. I had friends who used to date guys like that and they always treated them like crap. I always thought that was so stupid - they'd get all upset and wonder why so-and-so was acting like a jerk and I'd think "Well, he was kind of a butthead before you started dating, so it's not like some metamorphasis suddenly took place... why don't you date a nice guy for a change, and maybe this won't happen?" :p

Posted by: Cassandra at November 1, 2008 06:35 AM

So, good wins and you walk away seeing that it doesn't pay to be a smooth talker after all.

Unless you're a *good* smooth talker.

And, once again, a perfectly on-topic comment stream degenerates into a discussion of sex and relationships...

Posted by: BillT at November 1, 2008 07:20 AM

I will have you know that I was extremely well behaved yesterday.

The list of things I did not link that would have caused my mother to ring me up and go, "Good heavens, Cass!!!!"

Instead, you got hamsters and chocolate covered cameras. I am as pure as the driven snow. Just ask Pile. He'll tell you.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 1, 2008 07:28 AM

Eating, drinking, sex, all become marginalized or unnecessary.

Not unlike being deployed.

Dadgum General Order #1...

Posted by: BillT at November 1, 2008 07:29 AM

"And, once again, a perfectly on-topic comment stream degenerates into a discussion of sex and relationships..." - BillT

Bill, you need to copyright that comment to prevent its overuse and misuse by the common and unqualified.
I laughed for about 30 seconds after reading that one. I'm still chuckling now.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at November 1, 2008 11:20 AM

But there was this absolutely gorgeous senior who sat a few rows behind me (I was only in 10th grade)...

You also have a remarkable memory. I have trouble remembering the names and faces of attractive girls from high school; even the ones I liked, I would be hard pressed to describe (beyond "she had dark hair"). You apparently remember who they were, what they looked like, what grade they were in, what grade you were in (Was I in 10th grade when I took typing, or 9th grade? I have no idea), what they were like, the opinions of other girls who dated him...

Good gracious. I salute you.

Posted by: Grim at November 1, 2008 11:29 AM

Bill, you need to copyright that comment...

*grump*

I've been around so long that I'm considered "Public Domain"...

Posted by: BillT at November 1, 2008 11:41 AM

My favorite was always George Hamilton in "Love At First Bite!" Speaking of Vampires, once they bite you eternal life is yours. The Highlander series was sort of a takeoff on that theme.

The reason the gals can remember details like Cass is that they are always looking to break the mold and go for the so-called "Dangerous Dude" before settling for stability and being a dependable provider of sorts.

There is a little "heaving bosom" hands across the mouth tart in most women. GOD bless them.

"...He tied her to the railroad tracks, and a train was coming...And then? And then?"

Posted by: vet66 at November 1, 2008 12:17 PM

...once they bite you eternal life is yours.

Nah, that's only if the vampire cooties get on you, too...

Posted by: BillT at November 1, 2008 01:44 PM

When I was a little kid, maybe 5-ish, my youngest, older brother dragged me into the TV room one Saturday evening to watch a movie on the Philco black and White TV - big cabinet, iddy biddy screen. This was in the 50's and TV was a pretty unique and spiffy thing. Now being about 11 years younger than this brother, I often found myself led into misfortune, much to the delight of bro. Well this little jewel was playing on one of the two TV broadcast stations in our area. Bro read the subtitles and set the mood with lights out... and I, being the gullible little fellow that I was, sat through the movie. In full body pucker mode, but I sat there and watched.

Some time passed before I was able to sleep again.

Since that time, horror movies seem to have little impact on, nor provide any sort of stimulation for me as entertainment. That horror movie was such an intense experience that I think it killed all curiosity, wonder and fright in me in one swell foop. Exception in the Vampire genre would be Shadow of the Vampire with John Malkovich and Willem Dafoe. Shadow of the Vampire I liked. I suppose because it reminded me of the Saturday night viewing of Nosferatu with bro. Weird huh?

Now I find my sleep is disturbed more by the ghouls in Government than any other sort of real or perceived threat. So I sleep with wreaths of deductions and exemptions hanging around the bed. Not to mention a .357, and a 12 ga. pump close by. Be prepared! =8^}

Posted by: bt_pickup-helsing_hun at November 1, 2008 07:33 PM

People with blood type A have a deep-rooted strength that helps them stay calm in a crisis when everyone else is panicking. However, they tend to avoid confrontation...They seek harmony and are very polite, but all the same feel that they never really fit in with others. A types are very responsible. If there is a job to be done, they prefer to take care of it themselves. These people crave success and are perfectionists.


Those parts fit. The parts about the withdrawn/creative abilities of those with Type A blood didn't hit the mark with me. But the above is spot-on.


I never liked vampires either. Unless you count Dr. Frank-N-Furter...


Oh, and 10th grade...Sean Parry. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, football player. Algebra 2 class. He sat 2 seats ahead of me and 1 row to the left. A ladies' man. I couldn't stand him but I had the BIGGEST crush on him.

Posted by: Queen-ish at November 1, 2008 07:34 PM

Cass, I think your blood from your ancestors followed a different path than the ancestors of Japan.

Nothing in Japan could adequately explain the blood of the Scots/Irish, for example, and still remain consistent to Nippon.

Posted by: Ymarsakar at November 1, 2008 08:03 PM

I've been around so long that I'm considered "Public Domain"...


Bill is his own datamining operation.

Posted by: Ymarsakar at November 1, 2008 08:07 PM

Yep, he's a legend in his own mind.

Posted by: Snarkammando at November 1, 2008 08:28 PM

Just clicking briefly on the link to "Nosferatu" was enough to keep me awake for a while. I watched that thing about 35 years ago. It was great, but it was the creepiest movie I've ever seen, and I've never been able even to consider watching it again. Frankly, I've never gotten the images out of my mind as it is. Truly not in the handsome ravisher vein. More like the "touch it and your soul will rot" vein. Yecchhhh.

I absolutely loved "The Hunger" and have watched it repeatedly.

Posted by: Texan99 at November 1, 2008 11:24 PM

Yep, he's a legend in his own mind.

Oooooh -- I *do* have that DLS pic in my portfolio.

Maybe Cassie would like to feature it...

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 03:29 AM

Nah :) I would never post someone else's photo without their permission. I have some treasured photos of Lady Sly too, and even though I like to tease her, I'd never do that to her. I know you wouldn't either :p

I will tell you a secret.

One of the scarier things I have done was to put my picture up for the first time over on Jet Noise (on the About Me page - I took it down when I left).

I've never liked having my picture taken, partly b/c I'm not photogenic and partly because all my life I've been incredibly critical of the way I look. I'm not sure why - I don't feel un-self confident or unhappy at all. It may be more related to aesthetics and comparison. When I see a photo of myself I tend to mentally compare it with what I see in magazines - with that standard of beauty, and obviously there is no way 99% of us will ever measure up to that, so I fall way short. It's always a bit of a mental shock, too, because in my mind, I don't feel particularly "unattractive". I'm just me.

So when I see a photo of myself I think, "Hey!!!! I wuz wobbed!!!" :)

I think one of the best things about blogging was that it helped me to adjust my expectations to a more realistic level. When I got married, I made a vow to do one thing a year that scared the crap out of me. Sometimes it's a big project and some years it's something smaller. One year, it was to start blogging over at Jet Noise, which was scarier than you might think because writing has always been very important to me and in a lot of ways I was afraid after all those years of being a housewife, I wouldn't be any good at it.

Another was to take John Hawkins' advice and post a photo. I decided I needed to get over my squeamishness about the whole photo thing, so I took it in small steps. First I put that up. Several months later, I put one up of a trip to Paris, which was hard b/c I didn't like the photo at all, but thought it was funny. So I thought that would be a good way to get over feeling apprehensive. And it was.

I haven't gotten into putting a lot of photos up, because I've never wanted VC to be that kind of site, and I take them down after they have served their purpose because I prefer it that way. But the benefit has been I am much more comfortable now than I used to be. I just compare myself to me, not some unrealistic standard, and as a result I'm a lot more relaxed around cameras now and I actually take better pictures (which is good, because The Unit is *constantly* taking photos of me and it drives me nuts). Now, I don't cringe every single time I see one...

It's more like every *other* time :p

Heh.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 2, 2008 08:54 AM

I couldn't watch Nosferatu. I tried to.

There's that aesthetics thing again. Looking at him was actually painful. Which is funny, because I've been able to look at people who are physically disfigured (but who are not evil) and it doesn't bother me a bit.

But there was something about that movie - his outward visage so perfectly reflected his soul that I just couldn't stand to look at him.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 2, 2008 08:59 AM

When I see a photo of myself I tend to mentally compare it with what I see in magazines -

When I see one purporting to be me, I just wonder who keeps Photoshopping the old gink's pic onto my bod...

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 09:57 AM

I couldn't watch Nosferatu. I tried to.

Gee, same here!

The cable crapped out...

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 09:59 AM

I wonder that a lot too, Bill.

Of course, since I finally found that temporary Clairol cover-your-grey stuff in the supermarket, it helps a bit :p

I may stop doing that when I turn 50 in the spring. I imagine that may be a bit of a shock! Haven't decided yet. We'll see!

When I look at my parents and in-laws, they look so much younger than I remember my grandparents looking at the same age. I think that's great. We seem to be in better health, generally, than the generations before. That's a great blessing that I hope we pass on to our children but as I was at a college football game yesterday, I couldn't help noticing how overweight most of the kids (and this was the cheerleaders!) were already. They aren't in shape and are already sporting more of a spare tire around their middles than I have now in my late forties.

This can't be good, and it's entirely the result of junk food and not exercising enough. It worries me.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 2, 2008 10:25 AM

No spare tire -- I can still wear the old flight suit I got awarded as a "battle trophy" in 1970 (it's *been* washed, Sly, thenkew). Although I think they only did it cuz it wouldn't have been cost-effective to sew up the holes and re-issue it.

I'm not overly particular about my diet (my taste buds got shot off in Vietnam), but I don't drink soda and don't eat anything with primary colors on the wrapper...

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 10:42 AM

I eat, therefore I am not a vampire.

Posted by: spd rdr at November 2, 2008 11:50 AM

"...my taste buds got shot off in Vietnam..."

Funny, I thought they were melted off by that black acid you carry around in your coffee cup each day.

And Cass, I said for the right price.....about which, nobody bothered to ask.
c'est la vie
Ya snooze, ya lose.
And all that crap.
heh
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at November 2, 2008 11:51 AM

A-B Negative. Anybody surprised?
I thought not.

Posted by: spd rdr at November 2, 2008 12:04 PM

I thought they were melted off by that black acid you carry around in your coffee cup each day.

A foul canard!

It's only in there long enough to cool below the melting point of lead...

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 12:10 PM

Heh. My youngest is AB-. Don't see too many of those!

All I have to say, Sly, is you'd better charge them a lot :p

Posted by: Cassandra at November 2, 2008 12:13 PM

Queen-ish:

The senior who sat behind me was named Sean, too.

Too funny. And the reason I remember him, oddly enough, is that a few years later he managed to get himself killed in a car accident. Though I think I'd have remembered him anyway. I still remember every boyfriend I had, even in the 8th grade. I can remember a lot of classmates' names from jr. high even though I moved a lot.

Not all of them, but I remember names and faces. So I have a fairly good memory. As I've gotten older, I remember fewer people. It's the ones from my youth who stick with me. Funny how that works.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 2, 2008 12:18 PM

My youngest is AB-. Don't see too many of those!
Point six percent of humans have AB-. And after reading my blood horoscope, that scarcity seems to be an integral part of God's plan for an orderly universe.

Posted by: spd rdr at November 2, 2008 12:31 PM

>>> Bill, you need to copyright that comment...

>*grump*
>I've been around so long that I'm considered "Public Domain"...

Bill, this is the Disneyverse....

*NOTHING* enters the public domain.

Posted by: Obloodyhell at November 2, 2008 12:40 PM

> A foul canard!

Ah, but is it a lifting canard or a control canard?

THAT is the relevant question...

Posted by: Obloodyhell at November 2, 2008 12:49 PM

I don't place too much on that blood horoscope thing :) I just threw it out there as a curiosity!

Posted by: Cassandra at November 2, 2008 01:03 PM

Yeah, but now you know who to go to if *any* of you need a transfusion.

*ahem*

O neg, the universal donor.

*sauntering off to get my next anthrax injection*

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 01:10 PM

...but is it a lifting canard or a control canard?

Neither. C'est un sal oisseau.

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 01:17 PM

"All I have to say, Sly, is you'd better charge them a lot.

Did I not mention that it was a one-day sale?
Oh, silly me.
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at November 2, 2008 02:00 PM

I just threw it out there as a curiosity!

Curiosity. Um, what the helk were we talking about, anyway?

Posted by: spd rdr at November 2, 2008 03:54 PM

Sex and relationships -- what else?

Posted by: BillT at November 2, 2008 05:22 PM

O neg, the universal donor.


Ah, you are Macgyver's negative. Huh.


Cass ~ I'm with you...I remember the names of not only every boyfriend I ever had (all 3 of them!) but all of the boys I had crushes on (too many to list), most of my elementary/jr. high/high school friends/teachers/students. I also have a thing for numbers. Yet don't ask me what I had for breakfast this morning.

*sigh*

Posted by: Queen-ish at November 2, 2008 10:23 PM

Ah, you are Macgyver's negative.

Nope, just a more highly-evolved altruism gene.

Posted by: BillT at November 3, 2008 02:47 AM

I have a left-wing, defense of destruction of property rights via environmental issues paper to write. Isn't that scary enough?

Sigh.

Posted by: Cricket at November 3, 2008 08:19 AM

George Hamilton and Frank Langella. Ooooh...Salem's Lot was freaky scary too.

I still liked Christopher Lee and Bela Lugosi.

I remember watching 'Salem's Lot' on the idiot box. We were all piled in my parents' bed. My poor mother was trying to sleep; I had to get up early to catch a plane. My brother and father were laughing their heads off and I was diving under the covers. The scenes that creeped me out the most were the little boy and then when they were in the mansion.

However, graveyards don't bother me. Having been challenged to walk through one close to closing time cured me of that. The dead are at peace.
Imaginations...now those can work overtime.

Posted by: Cricket at November 3, 2008 08:29 AM

I *live* next to the graveyard here.

They never throw loud parties, but the foxes living in the tombs get rowdy during Amorous Season.

Which, judging by the noise and the variations in size of the kits toddling around, is most of the year...

Posted by: BillT at November 3, 2008 10:07 AM

See? Sex and relationships again!

Posted by: BillT at November 3, 2008 10:09 AM

I think the election has everyone a bit unsettled, or maybe just disgusted, Mike.

Actually, it had nothing to do with the upcoming elections. It's less raw now, so I don't mind telling you exactly why I was having such a crappy day. We had to take our seventeen year old dog into the vet to be put to sleep. It was difficult and very sad, but I have zero doubts that it was the right thing to do. So anyway...

Posted by: MikeD at November 3, 2008 10:26 AM

Oh, I am so sorry Mike.

I didn't want to ask. I nearly did, but something told me to wait.

I was surprised when Sausage got sick, how much it upset me. I knew (of course) how dear he is to me. But it just made me sick inside to think of putting him to sleep. Dogs twine themselves around your heart.

Sausage is so much better now. I didn't think he'd live, but he's on a lot of meds and they have made a tremendous difference. It was a bit of a crap shoot considering we never did figure out what's wrong with him. He can go up the stairs and his hair grew back and his legs stopped collapsing. But I need to refill one of his prescriptions we were hoping he wouldn't need to stay on, so I don't know how long he can stay on it. Anyway, every day is a gift :)

I am so sorry, Mike.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 3, 2008 10:40 AM

Awww. I hate it when tiny pieces of your heart go missing. Dogs especially. Cats do get under your skin as well, but a dog...they are a friend forever.

I am so sorry.

Posted by: Cricket at November 3, 2008 10:50 AM

Foxes living in graveyards? Whoda think it?

I thought they lived at the Statue of Liberty.
(old obscure SNL refence)

Posted by: Cricket at November 3, 2008 10:52 AM

Cricket,
Defense of the value of private property rights is integral to improving environmental protection.

If property, any property has value, then improving environmental protection enhances that value. Taking property in the name of government will reduce the value of private property, and actually degrade the impetus to environmental protection.

Go to the Cato Institute site or the John Locke Foundation and poke around there. They have a lot of good stuff on this. Good luck with that.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at November 3, 2008 11:15 AM

I am so sorry, Mike.

I really do appreciate it folks. I wouldn't have shared except that I felt that sharing pain with friends helps take it away, just as I believe that joy shared is joy multiplied.

Our Vanilla Fudge (or Nil as we more frequently called him) was not a perfect dog (so few are). He could be a little pain in the patoot when he had a mind to, but on the whole, he was a good dog. VERY sweet temperment (especially as he aged). And as a testimony to that fact, several of the folks at the vet (where we've taken him and the other dogs since they were all puppies) came in when they heard we had brought him in. I invited them in the room to share his last moments with us, since they had been almost as much of his family as we were.

He lived a full life and was very loved. But I will admit, this has been easier on both me and my wife (I married into a house and three dogs, so while I adopted them, they're really her dogs) than when our girl Grizelda died. She was the dog who got my wife through her divorce, and she really WAS a perfect dog. Her death was fairly sudden, and MUCH harder to deal with. Nil was dreaded, but we knew he was starting to fade.

The hardest part is actually our last dog, the Puppy (who's 13). He's been wandering around the house looking for Nil. He's never been alone without the others, and I worry for him. The vet agreed with me that a new puppy would be actively cruel for him. She suggested that we just need to give him extra attention.

Posted by: MikeD at November 3, 2008 11:47 AM

Mike, I am so sorry. It's so hard to lose a member of the family.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at November 3, 2008 12:03 PM

Don, I appreciate that link, because my final paper has to do with the role of government, and while I have permission to use some of Cassandra's material here, I am also interested in property rights, especially as they relate to either environmental mandates, or use to feed and shelter humans.

One thing I noticed in my research about the bald eagle, (I tied that in with the ethical use of endangered species for medicinal purposes..the subject of my sister's book) was that when the habitat was cleaned up for the birds, it was improved all around for human use. Unfortunately, as much as I detest the Goracle and his Globull Warming, I see a correlation between the health of non-human species and ours in keeping things clean.

I don't see the connection, however, in continuing to use redundant laws to give an economic advantage to the state. IOW, taxes.
For example: We have enough laws and enforcements on the books with regard to clean burning fuels. We have catalytic converters on our cars, so the need for emissions tests every year here in the state of Georgia is wasteful and unnecessary.

My Precious escapes that mandate, but the Captain's Yacht doesn't. (the Jeep)

To me, it is unethical to have such a requirement when the benchmarks have been met with regard to clean burning fuels...and that in spite of not signing on with Kyoto.

Posted by: Cricket at November 3, 2008 12:20 PM

Don't underestimate the resilience of dogs, Mike.

But give Puppy extra attention, anyway...

Posted by: BillT at November 3, 2008 01:13 PM

My condolence for your loss Mike...

Posted by: bthun at November 3, 2008 01:28 PM

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