The Chocolate Dog

These are some pics from the parent blog R3. I have some new photo software I am trying to master so I used them as a test, plus I wanted to transfer them to here anyway.







Just some old pics from Athens



Ort.

The "Beach" here is not what I am used to from The Gulf of Mexico

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Five apples ... sourse available
This is a good argument against myth and religion…

This is what my life is like. I have four apples. At least I’m pretty sure there are only four, I only bought four, I can only see four and there is no reason to suppose I have any more. There could be five I suppose, but I see no reason to think so. The trouble is, everyone else thinks there are five. I ask people for evidence that there are five apples. I ask them what reason they have to suppose there are five, or to show me how they counted five, and these are the replies I get:
1. What do you mean, “count the apples”?
2. Have you studied agriculture? If not, how do you know there aren’t five apples?
3. The majority of people in the world know there are five apples. Are you saying they are all wrong?
4. It’s closed-minded to think there aren't five apples.
5. There is plenty of evidence to prove that there are five apples, go and look for it, I’m not counting them for you.
6. Apples can’t be “counted” by science, so there are five apples.
7. Can you prove there isn’t a fifth apple somewhere?
8. Scientists counted only three apples in the past and now they admit there are four, so there are five now.
9. The ancient Chinese knew there were five apples; modern science still has not yet caught up.
10. They laughed at Galileo when he said there were five bananas, and he was right, so there are five apples.
11. Science can’t yet see all the apples. You can’t see radio waves, but they existed before we developed ways to measure them, so why can’t there be a fifth invisible apple now that we just haven’t developed the technology to see?
12. Quantum mechanics proves there are five apples.
13. I just know the fifth apple is there.
14. It’s a government conspiracy to cover up the existence of the fifth apple.
15. You’re not keeping up with the latest research. It has now been proven that there are five apples (although I can’t actually remember where this research is written up).
Here’s the thing: I actually have four apples and an orange. These people are so busy making up stories about a fifth apple, they’ll never realize the orange even exists.

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This blog is the scion to Rant Ramble and Repeat 3 and Scrambled Eggs and is a work in process. Thank You to all who have helped me along the way.

When I first started blogging I did so for a number of reasons. I wanted to express myself. I am certainly not alone in that. I wanted a testing ground for my writing. I wanted to document the various phases I go through in dealing with the fact that I am Bipolar. I wanted to sort through my emotional state in the aftermath of my catastrophic psychotic break and suicide attempt a number of years ago. I wanted to leave a visible footprint of who I am, what I think, what I like, of my creative endeavors (My artwork, essays, short stories, and occasional recipes.), my politics (Past and present), my view point and much more for my son Max. I wanted to reach out to the world in my own small, vain way.
I have a story to tell and honestly I am not sure how to tell it. It is far from clear and far from finished. As I stubble along with my scribbling here in cyber space I find little clues to that end. However the final edit has yet to arrive.
In the first blog I posted a fair amount of good work and healthy expressions but I also all to often went off the deep end as well. There were times I just let anger, grief, confusion, grudges, and venomous pride win the day. While I don't exactly regret those post (There were times when that sort of thing is damn funny) I do believe them to be bad form. When my history is written for Max, Daisy, Hailee, Ariel and Sierra I don't want bitterness to taint the flavor of the read. There is more to and of me than that. All that aside there is also the fact that I did a very poor job of editing and it shows and that as I said earlier is just bad form.
The successive evolved into something akin to a bipolar journal/exchange and merged together as my Scrabbled Eggs Blog. While I still maintain that blog it deviates from the original purpose of Rant Ramble and Repeat 3 and that brings us to The Chocolate Dog.
The Chocolate Dog was the name I first wanted to call my main blog but due to my inexperience in formatting html, xhtml, open source software etc… the blog ended up entitled as it was. R3 was in fact the title of a very lengthy essay/short story that I never actually posted, oh well. In reflection the title was appropriate. In it I do rant, ramble and repeat a great deal.
As I move ahead with this new stage I will not completely discard the old but rather keep it as a sort of "scratch pad" and also as place to go a little nuts when the need arises. I will also be reworking and moving a lot of the material there to this blog as so to keep some element of continuity.
The Chocolate Dog title itself has its origins in a cartoon strip I began in 2003. The Chocolate Dog was its mascot though she never appeared in any of them so far unless you count the header and side bar. I decided on that creation based on a event that occurred in 2003.You see my step sister B.J. has an annoying and gruesome pug. I say annoying because of the unceasing gurgling sounds that seem to emanate from its nasal cavities. I say gruesome because of its habitual poo eating and endless need to vomit. That aside, I was accused of breaking into my fathers house, drinking his liqueur, using his phone and sneaking to back of the house where I purportedly poured chocolate syrup on the nasty little dogs back as it gurgled and puked within the confines of its cage. In all fairness I did enter through Pops house through a window my sisters boyfriend kept unlocked for access, I did look for liqueur but failed to find any and I did use the phone. I did not pour chocolate on the dog.
The accusation was so ludicrous, surreal and full of nonsense that it seemed a perfect embodiment of my comic strip (Which is pretty silly). I have now expanded the vehicle to include my written word and journal.
Now that I've said all I will wrap it up. I look forward to proceeding with my on line adventures and I welcome any and all feed back: negative as well as positive. I can't wait to see where this road will take me.
I apologize for the length of this boring assembly of nouns, verbs, modifiers, adjectives and the like in reviewing this I am reminded of the Mark Twain quote…"I'm sorry this letter is so long. I didn't have the time to make it short." Well the Devil's in the edit.
Until next I write…
Saint Tuesday.

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