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This is a great site, for many valid purposes. Sure, some shortcomings are here, but to me, these don't involve the choices of the discussions. The vast range of topics is important. Of course, one does have to sift through that which annoys, or otherwise doesn't suit. But even here, with patience, insight and willingness to gain self knowledge, such a deal, no? Great way to search and to vet, with an enormous net. Controlling, intolerant, closed minded snowflakes need not apply.

I highly respect all of you who never married and live that long without getting insane.
I've been by myself a little over three years but feel like getting in and out of insanity incessantly.
I can't stand sitting in front of screen.
I'm back to mountain now.
See you all.

hello all

could someone explain to me what exactly means:
active livestyle?
any comments would be helpfull like examples

...As good as CS is in helping us vet away all the nutters and gold diggers, not to mention the truly dangerous sociopaths, as we cast our wide nets here, there's always more to DO, as in due diligence. So, in an effort to help the many thousands of females on CS who are dreaming of snatching up a catch like me, I thought I'd describe, in some detail, my very own neurotic morning routine. After all, as we age, our ways do become set somewhat, and as my pilot pals say, better to learn on the ground, than in the air. I sleep with the radio on low volume---mostly tuned into the Beeb, on short wave, or to right wing AM talk radio. I do get plenty of sleep, dozing off several times in any given night. There, now THAT should bring the thousands down to one or two intrepid souls. Coffee on, wash up, check the tides/weather, kisses from Bravo, warm up calisthenics, and then our morning 2-3 KM brisk walk. A few hours of of professional reading, music practice, writing, emails, CS, ham radio contacts follow. Then chores, which include work on vehicles, boat, home, garden, etc. I'm not exactly driven to adhere religiously to this schedule, but a partner shouldn't find it all to boring, distracting or tedious. More to follow.

It was not the start of the journey or the destination that made it. It was the beautiful smile that accompanied me for a few stops. The wave from a child standing on the platform. The amazing scenery that I got to enjoy. The music and the laughter. The conversation and silence these are all the things that made journey worth while.


Some times the shortest of trips can be the most interesting when you open your eye's to your surrounding.

I never named him. I never named her.. I couldn't tell if it was a he or a her. I would have no idea how to tell. Back in 96 or 97 I decided to put a small fishpond in and stock it with koi and goldfish. Problems. Fish kept vanishing and there were pond issues, oxygenation, etc. Long and short I also picked up an aquarium and learned about keeping fish. Algae in the tank. The book suggested Pleco fish. So I bought 3 of them.

In the beginning they were so small, only an inch or so in length, I had to put a cage guard over the half inch diameter intake pipe for the water filter least they be sucked up inside. They grew, oh my they grew. One by one the goldfish began to die. Then a Pleco died. Snails placed in the tank were also soon dead. Eaten so that just the shell remained.I didn't get it at first. It wasn't until the day I noticed tiny holes oozing blood in the dead gold fish and the bigger Koi I realized the Pleco fish were homicidal. Maybe a dozen fish had to die before I realized that.

For about 3 months there were just the two Plecos in the tank. Around the same time frame I caught herons plucking gold fish from my pond and I gave up on feeding the herons and raccoons (also photographed fishing for their meals at night).

When the Plecos were about 6 inches long and too big for the filter intake pipe, one morning I heard a commotion in the tank and before I could intercede one Pleco was dying on the tank bottom bleeding from a half dozen wounds. The survivor unconcerned was nibbling on a plant. In all the Pleco had killed 9 tank mates of several species including a 10 inch Koi. I stopped buying fish for the obviously homicidal Pleco to stab to death with it's side fins.

Back when I was still buying goldfish in my woods I had found a little blue eyed black, kitten, Dust Bunny, which I adopted. Within a few weeks DB had discovered the fish tank and was fascinated by it. She would lay or sit for hours watching it and nothing less than the sound of a can of cat food opening could lure her away. With hindsight I realized she had detected what was happening weeks before I did and the fascination was the fascination a lion feels watching a wolf hunt or vis versa. One efficient killer recognizing another. Sometimes I would put a small piece of hamburger in the tank with the herbivorous Pleco and always within minutes the hamburger would be gone. Dust Bunny used to watch those feeding and purr when the Pleco would descend upon the meat. For more than a decade DB could be seen just laying quietly watching the Pleco. Never did she try to catch or harm it. She was just fascinated by it.

When I changed the water in the fish tank DB would ask to be picked up and she would put her nose against the water and the Pleco would surface his nose and touch her nose. Always DB would look amazed and pleased. Purring at the touch was not unusual. I changed the water every two weeks and for the next 15 years each time DB would come to be picked up and the fish and DB would touch noses. It was a ritual. For about 14 years DB's nose was the only physical contact with another living thing the Plelco had. On the day DB was put down (cancer) there was one last nose touch and just like every time before total amazement and pleasure filled her eyes at the touch of the noses. That sad day in 2013 was the last time my Pleco had contact with another living creature.

Life as a modern-day Viking .... wait ...they don't allow the coastal amphibious raids and ravishing of maidens any more. We can only shoot the enemy, and any ravishing requires that you meet the maidens in a bar and buy them a drink first.

So, while the Dragon ships have changed and the rules of engagement have changed, the warrior spirit remains, and, of course, nobody gets out of here alive. So you might as well have a stylish send-off.




But, live by the Battle Axe and Mjolnir, da Hamma, die by the Battle Axe and da Hamma. It just comes with the territory.

What better send-off than a burning Viking Dragon Ship?


We all know how it works: the warrior’s body floats out into the sunset on a carved longboat, adorned with jewels, mementos, and possibly a sword or two. Attendees stand in reverent silence as a skilled archer sends a flaming arrow to magically set the whole thing alight.

Well, that's how I want it. Burning Dragon ship, my weapons by my side, the ship set sail out to the deepest part of the fjord. Along the clifftops. Topless Valkerie and Shield Maidens (carefully selected DD's or more gifted) sing my entrance to Valhalla. (in the case of warriors, weapons were included among grave goods)


In the military, at least some had the fatalistic attitude about life, and embraced it. Others less so.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=HCCyvAwbbso

Damn right. Ever-body gotta die sometime.
YES: Immigrant Song: Valhalla, I am coming.






No Viking Funeral would be complete without the Valkerie Maidens, to carry you off the battlefield to the Mead Hall at Valhalla.
as in, Ride Of the...

(some do it better than others...)


(Others? Not so much)


Sometimes, it's better to ask forgiveness (and just do the freakin thing), than to ask permission.

Legalities of a Viking Funeral


Ya might have to settle for a basic Viking Pyre

....stories on the Beeb always get me thinking. Apparently, now that fertilized human embryos have had the same cold treatment for a few decades, it starts with unfertilized eggs. Surgically (read---invasively) harvested after a few toxic weeks of drug treatments, done to have many more available than the usual one lonely seductive ovum hanging out each month on the surface of one ovary, shaking dat booty for all those upstream swimming hopefuls,---it is quite costly. Money grubbing companies even had martini lubricated parties, where younger women, mostly, were encouraged to pay big for the service, after frightening them with tales of later life infertility. And now one shameless group is using mobile clinical busses for the abuse. But unlike with "spare", discarded aborted fertilized "cell masses", which can often be frozen for later reproductive use, frozen eggs are much less viable, especially in women in their 20's-----precisely the biggest users. When asked why do so, most ladies said they couldn't find a partner they wanted to have kids with. It is a safety maneuver. Anyone seeing any similarities here with (paying) so called dating sites? Present hcompany excluded. Stay tuned, folks.

It's uncharacteristic, but it seems that Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the creators of South Park, have reversed their stance on a particular topic.

A man/bear/pig was used to represent the absurd probability of human influence on climate change.
In an earlier episode, they beat-up on Al Gore's man/bear/pig (Inconvenient Truth documentary) but in a more recent episode, they show man/bear/pig as an actual thing and take shots at people who deny it's existence even as it terrorizes and slaughters.

The episode also suggests that people can and will defer consequences in order to maintain their way of life. In other words, To hell with the future generations.

I was shocked and watched the episode again to see if maybe I missed something. I don't think I did.

Not everything is black and white folks and just because you find yourself believing in something, it doesn't make it right or true. I like to think that my stance on topics like man-made climate change are in flux and only begin to form as I become informed. Beliefs have no place in such matters.

Thanks to Matt and Trey for keeping open minds.