Bumper and I watched a two minute claymation movie in the afternoon called Greed. Greed is about world hunger and features chilly facts like how there is enough food for everyone yet despite this, someone dies of malnutrition every three seconds.
The film was created and directed by eleven year old Saskia van Es of Toronto and she won the young filmmakers'showcase Sprocket for best film, Grade 3 to 6.
When I was eleven, I did a project on clouds and glued lots of cotton balls to some blue bristol board and thought computers were something akin to robots from outer space. I may have received a honourable mention for a short story in the local library contest but no national awards for a short film that I made. So apparently I sucked as a kid.
Seriously though, great message in the film and she should be proud of her work.
And I couldn't find a still for her movie so I added my favourite claymation star from back in the day. Oh Mr. Bill, how I love thee.
Watched part of the National Geographic show, Strange Days on Planet Earth on PBS with Ed Norton. Since I came in mid show, I couldn't for the life of me figure out who the voice over was (why it's Tyler Durden's narrator) but due to my general malaise about most things, I was far too lazy to check the INFO button on the remote.
You know, I don't really remember life before digital cable.
How sad is that? Not that sad actually, I love digital cable and I cannot lie. Strangely enough, I also like big butts.
Anyhow, eight zillion channels of mind-numbing nothingness was a life long goal that started as a small and seemingly impossible dream for me back in the 1970s.
Oh those Saturday morning cartoons that once made my weekends so incredibly unique and special. I remember how I dreamed and oft wished out loud "TV should be like this all the time". Careful what you wish for kids. There can be too much of a good thing (though my tv zombie-half begs to differ: "garg, drool, I beg to differ - pass the cheetos and stop bogarting the remote").
Anyhow: back to edumecational television. This particular episode was about the plastic vortex of the middle of the Pacific (couldn't find a clip from the show, so deal with Lauer and his bubbly morning persona, s'alright). A big swirling soup of shredded plastic pollution some as small as plankton (as in "easy to ingest by marine life") and also concentrated enough to be visible to anyone passing by. The impact is unbelievable. Anyhow, I was blown away at this horrific plastic pollution situation that we are in.
Not surprised that this particularly widespread, completely alarming, unbelievably permeating gross example of rampant pollution exists.
It's kind of like being a life long sun worshipper that dismissed everyone's concerns and warnings about the known harmful effects and then discovering a cancerous melanoma the size of Texas is on your ass. And being surprised.
Now I'm thoroughly depressed. Awesome.
But I won't give up though on saving this here planet. We all must do our part to make a difference and lessen our impact in all aspects of living on Earth (even those large contributors: aka the corporations need to do their part to clean up. Oh wait, social responsibility is not their number one goal, making a profit is their singular number one goal because it's what the share holders want. What a vicious and greedy circle surrounds us). Big sigh, I digress and step off my wobbly soap box for now. Don't need anyone crying in despair after reading my post.
Bumper wakes up just before my bedtime, wailing "Mommeeeeeeeeeee I wanna snaaaaaaack" which I now know translates to "get me a glass of water... NOW".
Strangely enough, she does know the difference between food and drink but for some reason, when woken by incredible thirst in the middle of a wonderful slumber (just like me,
Kinda like when I get woken up in the middle of the night for unknown reasons I yell out "Not Guilty, Your Honour".
She dreams of glorious snacks, I dream of maintaining my freedom.
And fade to black.
******************OK, so I'm not always my cheery clown self but how can I be when I obvious failed at achieving anything significant in childhood, and helped contribute to the big plastic vortex? Add that to missing ANTM in Rome last night, and I suck large. Thank gawd for that digital recorder or I would be screwed. But now I must avoid all ANTM chatter all day, and probably tomorrow because droolicious LOST is on tonight. Fun times.
Somebody pause the world so I can catch up on my tv watching, eh?
So if you are looking for something lighter from me: how about some gossip about Heather Mills and her alleged former professional days? Come on over and visit me and those fine ladies over at Binkywood.