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XR began in the UK last Fall to save Humankind from extinction by 2030.
They claim Drastic Action is required to raise awareness of the dire nature of the situation.

My take on it?
Inevitable Near Term Human Extinction (INTHE) is locked in & has been for some time.
XR looks like a collective display of the 1st three of the five stages in Kubler-Ross's dying process -
1) Denial
2) Anger
3) Bargaining

That's my take
Y'all's results may vary.

If anyone's interested in aligning with the organization, disregard the dates given in the vid - they pertain to last year.
XR is planning an international event for October 7 of '19 - Search It.

It's a futile waste of time & energy IMO - like railing against gravitation or rearranging deck furniture on the Titanic.
But if it'll make anyone Feeeel like you're actually accomplishing something - go for it & knock y'all's selves out

“Quit talkin’ like a jerk, punk.”
“Why I oughda fill ya fulla lead right here”
“Gee, Pa, I didn’t mean’a do it”
“say, who d’ya think ya talkin’ to?”
“Godda hand it t’ya, honey, you’re one helluva classy broad.”
“What would a swell dame like that want with a sap like me?”
“Hollywood, da da da da da, Hollywood”

Yep, been watchin' old black and white American movies again.

The Most Kissed Lips In History - And No One Will Ever Know Who She Is.

Tonight I am supposed to play softball at the furthest park I play at.
However, it is next to the last game of the regular season for that league.
It ends on Wednesday.
My team clinched first place long ago. We are 6 games up with 2 to play.
I saw in the hourly weather.com forecast, that it is suppose to start raining
sometime between 6 & 7 pm (game starts at 6:30 pm).
So, I told my coach that I am not making it down there tonight, as it makes
no difference whatsoever for the seeding for the playoffs and I'm not traveling
a large distance to play about 1 inning of softball.

Good call by me, as it is now 6:25 pm and it is pouring !
About 15 minutes ago, I took a walk to a small local park
and 1/2 way there, raindrops started "falling on my head..."
I decided to turn back home and it started raining a little heavier.
Rather than go inside I stood on the sidewalk in front of my house
and just let it rain on me. With temperatures in the upper 90's for the last
3 days, the cool rain felt refreshing, like a dive into a crystal clear pool.

My good neighbor across the street came running out to put his garbage can
out for collection tomorrow morning. I watched. He didn't even notice me standing
there. However, as he turned to run back inside, he noticed me and asked,
"what are you doing ?".
My reply - "soaking it all in." His response. You know what. It does feel good."
After a minute we both turned and walked into our respective houses.

Every morning at 11:00 am. there is a heads of department meeting. Usually, the meetings are held in the manager’s office, but if something particularly important is to be discussed, or when someone from head office is present, they are held in the conference room next door. Both rooms have large windows on the walls facing the general office, so those not important enough to be in the meeting can witness it and be reminded of their lesser status. Nothing can be heard from outside, of course, so when trivial things are being talked about, no one knows.

The managers occasionally go on courses. When they return from their courses they usually want something to be done differently from the way it is presently being done. Their enthusiasm for the new way of doing things is meant to be contagious, but the staff seem to have immunity. Head office might consider sending the rest of the workforce on courses designed to lower their resistance to change.


Discussing very important things.

My cellphone is rarely more than a few feet from me and I try to catch every call. The exceptions are using the restroom, being on another call or in a meeting with a client.

If I miss a call, it's not more than a minute or two I'll listen/read the message. Sometimes I'll get one of these: "It's important, I need to speak to you, call me back right away."

I return the call.
No one answers.
It goes to voice mail.
I leave a message and... they never call me back.

Wait, I've got one better... Things that annoy me #42,066...
THE MAILBOX OF THE PERSON YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH IS FULL...

I was reading ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas. It’s a poem about an old man who seems to have had his electricity cut off, and his son is imploring him to do something about it. To pay his bill, presumably. I prefer poetry that talks about the small, everyday matters of life; I find the more lofty themes tend to go over my head. I am a late comer to poetry -over 60 years late. For me, the purpose of poetry is not to teach us things we don’t know, but rather to bring more into our consciousness things we already know but haven’t paid enough attention to. Things like the importance of paying our bills on time.

I bought a light bulb last October. It was an LED bulb and guaranteed to last 15 years. Well it expired on Friday night. I took it back to the store where I bought it from on Saturday morning, and the woman on customer service was clearly disorientated when I not only produced the receipt, but the original packaging also. It was obvious to me that that isn’t the way it usually happens.

Once a week, usually on Sunday morning, I hear the man in the flat above mine emptying what sounds like a sack full of empty bottles into his dustbin. I don’t know if they are what he has accumulated through the week, or just the spent containers of Saturday night’s consumption.
I think his son lives with him, so he may be responsible for some of the glass that goes into the bin, or all of it for all I know.

I don’t think my upstairs neighbour and I like each other very much. I sense it in his attitude towards me, and I sense it in my attitude towards him. In the three years I have been here, I don’t think we have spoken to each other more than three or four times. The last time we spoke was when he was waiting outside for me to come home, he wanted to complain about my dog’s yapping in the daytime while I was at work. The sound carries upstairs very effectively through the boxing that encloses some pipe work, apparently. It was a very yappy dog and always had been, so I assume the problem had existed ever since I moved in; three years. If so, it must be the most remarkable instance of irony I have ever come across. To wait three years to complain about my dog, and then choose the day before it died to do it, is something that -as they say- you couldn’t make up. When I told him the dog was very ill and probably wouldn’t be around much longer it rather took the wind out of his sails.

If we don’t have a reason to communicate, which thankfully we never do, my neighbour and I tend to avoid each other. I certainly prefer this to any possible conflict. Not so much because we are neighbours and have to coexist, but more, I think, because he is significantly bigger and younger than I am.

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