Monthly Archives: August 2006

Happy birthday to me!

I’ve noticed that certain places become collection points for things with no other place to go.  I have a closet like that.  Even now, almost 11 months after I moved, it’s not organized as it should be because of the miscellanea of it’s contents. 

It’s almost like a junk drawer.  And I’m convinced that you live on after death by your junk drawer.  Follow: When you die, people will dispose of things as they feel appropriate.  Canned goods will be donated to a food bank, relatives and friends will take items of value to them, and clothes will go to the needy.  Some things can be sold.  At the end of it all the junk drawer remains, and no one knows what to do with it. 

Maybe guilt keeps them from tossing the contents into the trash, maybe it’s the feeling that something should be kept.  Maybe it’s ignorance of the significance of the item to the deceased. (i.e. “This is Uncle Joe’s parking meter token from the Sheboygan fireman’s carnival back in 53.  I wonder why he kept it so long?  It must’ve meant something to him for him to keep it, you know?  Maybe we should keep it, too”.  Uncle Joe could have picked that parking meter token up off of the street the day before he died, it could have meant nothing to him.  Or it could’ve been a souvenir from the day he asked Aunt Jenny to marry him – at the afore mentioned festival.  No one knows.) So the stray items in the junk drawer make their way to another person’s junk drawer, still of undetermined origin and undetermined destination. 

Just like us humans.


Me?! A superhero?!

You scored as James Bond, Agent 007. James Bond is MI6’s best agent, a suave, sophisticated super spy with charm, cunning, and a license’s to kill. He doesn’t care about rules or regulations and somewhat amoral. He does care about saving humanity though, as well as the beautiful women who fill his world. Bond has expensive tastes, a wide knowledge of many subjects, and his usually armed with a clever gadget and an appropriate one-liner.

James Bond, Agent 007


Batman, the Dark Knight


Indiana Jones


The Terminator


The Amazing Spider-Man


Captain Jack Sparrow




Lara Croft


William Wallace


Neo, the "One"


El Zorro


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Everyone in the apartment complex knew Ugly.  Ugly, the resident tomcat .  Ugly, who prized three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things and a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.  He had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole.  He was missing an ear on that same side.  His left foot was badly broken at one time, healing at an unnatural angle and making him look like he was always turning the corner.  Ugly would have been a dark grey tabby if not for the scars and sores covering his head, neck, and shoulders.  Every time someone saw Ugly, there was always the same reaction: “That’s one UGLY cat!”

Children were warned not to touch him.  Adults threw rocks at him, squirted him with a hose when he tried to enter their homes, and shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.  Ugly always had the same reactions, though.  If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and if you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied people, especially children, he would run towards them, meowing frantically, and then bump his head against their hands, begging for their love and attention.  If you picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, or anything he could find.

One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs.  They did not respond kindly and Ugly was badly mauled.  I tried to rush to his aid, but by the time I got to where he was laying it was apparent the Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.  As I picked him up to carry him home I heard him wheezing and gasping and felt him writhing around.  It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.  Then I felt a familiar tugging sensation on my ear.  Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear.  I pulled him closer to me and he weakly bumped the palm of my hand with his head.  He turned his one golden eye toward me and I heard the distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battle scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I realized Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I have ever seen.  Never once did he bite or scratch, try to get away, or struggle against me in any way.  Ugly just looked up at me, completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get him inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterward.  I thought about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion of what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that, I will always be thankful.  He may have been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside.  It was time for me to move on and learn how to love truly and deeply, to give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, or beautiful, but for me…

… I will always try to be Ugly.