Thursday, August 18, 2011

...and Good Night

 Today I was kissed by a Dachshund puppy, a now-adult Golden Retriever that I first met as a puppy, a kitty that was the white version of my black Zumi (oh, how I would love to have them both!), and a beautifully enthusiastic young German Shepherd girl. These moments are the best part of my job.

What is up with the change of meaning for the term "Flash Mob"?  It was the term used to describe the seemingly-spontaneous outbreaks of choreographed dancing by mobs of people in celebration of any number of things. Now the news is full of stories of "Flash Mobs" that are nothing more than violent looting attacks by larcenous dregs of society with entitlement issues. Who felt that it was a good idea to use the same term to label two radically different groups of people??? They couldn't come up with anything describe the recent looters?  Did they try out "Sorry POS Thugs" first? What about "Worthless Scum Movement"?   Come on, I'm sure there is a plethora of descriptors that would be better suited than simply hijacking the already publicly-recognized name for a group of people who devote THEIR free time to celebrating moments and sharing joy with dance.

I'm quite certain that my soul is from County Clare:   The Cliffs of Moher, Bunratty Castle, the Poulnabrone Dolmen.  Cumha I ndiaidh an bhaile a bheith ort...

Tomorrow is Friday. A short work day. This is good. Tonight I wish to dream of Fall. And Ireland. And puppies. Goodnight, chickens.

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