Today’s Words:
homophile
Patsy Cline
insectivorous
pug
spiteful
nick
sprinkle

I’ve been watching Sliders, which is this old TV show from, oh, the nineties maybe, where these folks get stuck sliding from parallel universe to parallel universe trying to find their way home. And each parallel Earth is similar-but-different. They meet their doubles and doppelganger hijinks ensue. So in one of those worlds, Patsy Cline could be a homophile, or I could own a pug.

There is a lot of buzz lately about our universe actually, and how the laws of physics being so fine-tuned to support life is pretty damn improbable. What could that mean? Why are we here?

I have a plant that I bought recently that has one remaining leaf. All the other fine glorious shards of green withered up and fell off. That one leaf though, is pristine and healthy. It sits there, its spiteful existence keeping me from tossing the whole thing. It mocks me. I couldn’t keep the plant healthy, but it won’t just die and be done with it.

My brother says plants from Fred’s are often sick so if it dies right off don’t take it personally. Ok, I’ll try not to nick my bedpost the number of plants I’ve killed. Why do we bury our pets but not our plants? There are no plant cemeteries, sprinkled with gravestones like “RIP Pothos, you were a viney wonder in your day”. We toss them in the compost heap. Must be mammal allegiance. Plants are nice but we could never bond to them. Except in that freaky movie with the insectivorous plant, L’il Shop of Horrors. Excuse me, carnivorous. That movie freaked me out and I’ve done my best to wipe it from my memory. Not perfectly, obviously.

I’m off to diagram the “forming storming norming performing” stage theory of groups and compare it to how people develop within the social game of the internet where groups are multi-dimensional, ever-changing, and have very fuzzy edges. I want to do a presentation at barcamp.