like a river flows surely to the sea...
As I've mentioned, I am in the process of watching Band of Brothers. When I was younger, I was fascinated with WWII. Read many books.
I've seen documentries. I've been movies. But none have affected me like Band of Brothers has. I've gotten a real taste of the true
sacrifices people made during the war...it's just incredible.
My mom's parents were not spring chickens when she was born, so her parents were born in 1920 and 1921. My grandfather served in the army,
but during WWII my grandfather spent his time as a cook while building the Alcan Highway in Alaska. My grandmother worked in a factory
that built springs for B29 and B17 bomber planes. It's just...amazing...to think of their generations work ethic...their values, their beliefs.
The general idea of war, in my mind, is stupid. But there is no denying America, and the world, would not be the place it is today without
all the men that risked their lives (or lost their lives) for this country (regardless of how shallow and materialistic it may be today). The bravery...
I can't even comprehend it...because I certainly lack it. These men had to work so hard...harder than most of us will ever experience while also risking
the most important thing to them...their lives. I'm just really blown away by this right now. I just don't know [if there was some sort of time switch made with
my generation and the generation of those who fought in WWII...] if my generation could pull off what was pulled off in the 40s. Isn't that kind of sad? We just
take so much stuff for granted.
Anyway...enough of those thoughts...but onto more...
You think that sometimes you can communicate with people in dreams? Like it's possible that you and some other person could be dreaming at the same time and
interacting within your dreams? No, I'm not stoned. It's just a thought I have from time to time and after having another highly interactive dream (with someone
I no longer talk to) last night, I woke up this morning thinking about the possibility.
Toby randomly sent me a link today directing me to perhaps one of the most fucked up websites ever. Though, I should not criticize people for being passionate
about things...things that I could never imagine people would be passionate about (like putting together a shoe guide for the original Strawberry Shortcake dolls).
Anyway, the page that is way too comprehensive about that lovely smelling doll of the past can be found here.
(LOL oh my gosh, there's a checklist, this shit is way too much to handle...though all I have is time...I should just print the checklist and see if I have them all!)
Was I a spoiled child if I do indeed have all the Strawberry Shortcake dolls? Hold your horses before you mouth off...my sister and I were blessed with a lot of toys...
though I only remember ever "needing" Barbies. But see, my Grandma started working at K-Mart when they opened in 1962 and ended up retiring there. Having a grandma working
at K-Mart during the 80s toy crazes was great (always could get a Cabbage Patch if we wanted one!)...but the greatest part is that Grandma took home all the toys that
the rotten kids would open in the store. It's how we accumulated our Star Wars figurines. That's how I think we accumulated our Strawberry Shortcake collection. Tee hee.
Well I better split. I've been putting off reading my new Blender with Britney "whore" Spears on the cover. She backlashes at Christina's remarks. Should be an interesting article.
It looks to be the longest article in Blender history.
