Showing posts with label LOTD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LOTD. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

#A-TO-Z CHALLENGE – LETTER “L” – LAUGHTER


LAUGHTER

When I first planned out my theme, I had planned to write about a good blogging buddy, Cary McNeal, who helms, wrangles and writes LOTD (List of The Day). However, he is hard to quantify and he deserves more than just a quick post; a book would probably do him justice. Kind to a fault, and tirelessly combing the internet for oddities, marvels, random craziness and things that defy description, he would be better served with a longer post. Besides, I still owe him for lurking around his site for years, before I ever started to engage with the innerwebz, or blog myself. He thanked me for coming in from the cold, when I took that brave step.


My fellow minion on #teamDamyanti, Guilie Castillo Oriard, who writes and blogs at "Quiet Laughter" and puppy. Who doesn't laugh like this holding a puppy?

So, I looked to the wellspring and inspiration for my Theme: Humor and Humorists and landed on Laughter, and I found out some very interesting things about laughter and laughing. There are certainly physical cues and psychological ones as well, and some of the things that make people laugh are universal to everyone and every culture. But, what I found interesting is that there are schools of thought regarding laughter and what triggers it and if it is organized or unorganized. Geeze! I would never have thought it was that complicated, but then, I know from experience that laughing is good medicine. I have essential tremor, or familial tremor, and before I received Medicare and was able to find a good neurologist and get treatment, the only thing that relieved the tremendous pain associated with this condition would be a hearty laugh. Bring on Cary with LOTD and the folks at Cracked.com! I would laugh myself practically into the “Red Zone” of laughter (apoplexy and hernias – my term) and it would relieve the pain. Noel Coward was right.


For me, a post about laughing, must feature a cat. A laughing cat is even better!

But I did not know that laughter is also sequentially-organized and precisely placed relative to surrounding talk. This places it beyond the category of a mere response to humor and in the category of a tool of diplomacy, as it were. More than a simple external behavior caused by an “inner” state, it is highly communicative and helps to found relationships and accomplish actions. Who knew, when Kissinger was yucking it up with U Thant at the U. N.? Or when Boris Yeltsin was telling Little Ivan jokes to Bill Clinton? Da!


Boris: "How does every Russian joke start?" Bill: "Dunno, Boris." Boris: "By looking over your shoulder." Bill: "Ha ha!" Boris: "Is no joke! Is pravda! Just keeding!"

As mystifying as I found this to be, I also found out that animals laugh. Well, that's probably not a big secret. I think they're laughing at us humans all the time, but that's just a philosophy of mine. There have been studies done with primates, rats and dogs. All have some type of laughing behavior, but what I found most interesting, was the study done with the rats. The rats apparently have a type of “tickle skin” that they like to have rubbed, or tickled. When this was done with a rat subject, the rat would display a positive emotion, or would bond with the human “tickler”. Rats are pretty smart and they are sensitive emotionally; my aunt had one named Snoopy that rode around on her shoulder for years. It was to have been her sons', but the rat took to my aunt and stayed with her almost constantly.


The look on the kitten's face is priceless. I'm not sure if the cat even care that the dog is got practically his whole head in his mouth, but by the expression on the cat's face, something tells me this is not an unusual tableau at the breakfast table!

This is just scratching the surface regarding the role of Laughter in our lives and in the lives of the other creatures on this planet. Just as we have the ability to feel deep sorrow and loss, these are tempered by the wonderful gifts of laughter, joy and most importantly, love!

BOOK RELEASE ANNOUNCEMENT AND RAFFLE-COPTER!!!



Title: Golden Dawn
Author: Aldrea Alien
Genre: Paranormal


Release date: April 18th, 2014

From now until April 18th, I will be show-casing Aldrea Alien's newest release, Golden Dawn. This will include an raffle-copter (be sure and enter!) and well. . . I'll let her take it from here!

 Family and blood.

After 1100 years, these simple words mean everything to Herald. His life has been ruled by keeping his siblings safe, keeping them from becoming prey whilst feeding on the weaker. His failures have been many and measured by those he has lost. People like his twin brother.

There has always been an enemy to push back or defeat.

Just who the enemy is comes into question when Herald meets the dangerous, angelic creature he is to guard. Wondering where his true loyalties lie is a dangerous thought. No matter whether he chooses family over the heart, it will mean death.

Only the right choice will ensure the life taken is not his.

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Andrea Alien

Author Bio:
Born and raised in New Zealand, Aldrea Alien lives on a small farm with her family, including a menagerie of animals. Since discovering a love of writing at the age of twelve, she hasn't found an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind.





Monday, February 17, 2014

List Of The Day: Crappy Photos Of Men With Cats (Of The Day)

List Of The Day: Crappy Photos Of Men With Cats (Of The Day)



Mirth and hilarity from my good buddy Cary McNeal who runs the insanity that is LOTD! I read his stuff for years and lurked. When I finally got the nerve to join in the fun, he welcomed me with open arms. Fun, random and stupid doesn't come any better than this! Thanks for the laughs over the years, Cary and thanks for these pics; not sure which is more hilarious, the men or the looks on some of these cats' faces! xoxo ViolaFury

 I added my own comments per each pic. They are pretty hysterical and some just cannot go without adding a word or 149...

The sixth one down looks like my late, beloved Russian Blue, Trotsky, only with far less dignity! 

The whole bird-cat montage and mountain guy thing of Number One could be interesting, but for the fact that it's looks like a whole bunch of pictures cut out of the PetCo Catalog and glued into a picture; plus the guy's head looks like a really horrible cut-and-paste job and doesn't really belong on that suspiciously much more fit torso. Judging by the position of number one's arm and the look on the cat's face, it could be interpreted as some proctology experiment, gone horribly awry, or just blatant bestiality; jury's out on that one. 

Number three could be a wedding; see number one. 

Number two is a show cat, but yikes!

Number four for some reason makes me think the guy took the mustache from the cat, and the cat is sad about it. 

Number five is the "many moods of Manny and Muffins". 

Number six is "DEWD! I DON'T DO SELFIES!" 

Number Seven Guy is abviously confused. He thought ordered 7 pairs of folded Argyll wool sweaters from Scotland and he somehow ended up with 7 Scottish fold kittens; he's trying to keep warm, or is waiting for them to grow out their wool. He probaably thinks he's supposed to shear them and knit the wool himself. He looks like a DIY'er.



Number Eight; both guy and cat look like they are going to eat Santa instead of having their picture taken with Santa. I bet they get coal in their stockings.


Number Nine; really? You tattoo'ed your Egyptian Hairless? I hope he claws your balls off. . .
Number Ten Hoodie and Hoodie. LMAO ROFL. Jesus; the looks on both of them. They look stunned; either somebody shit, or farted, or a nuclear bomb went off in the next block. Too funny! ha ha ha!


Number Eleven's cat has a bad case of Bald Belly and is he holding Kitteh or choking Kitteh?


Number Twelve has an interesting idea of romanticism and what sets the mood. I'm particularly taken by the awkward stance and the weird lighting but really intrigued by the television antennae on the roof. It doesn't help that Mittens' eyes are more hypnotic that douchenozzle's.


Number Thirteen's going for the same thing, but the Russian Blue is too stunning. Plus, dude looks like someone popped him in the left cheek, or else he has an infected molar; plus, he almost has a unibrow and his eyes are too close together. Lose the guy, keep the cat.


Number Fourteen is a perfect storm of horrible. Christmas Sweater, Senior Picture, cat and "many moods" montage. All we lack is some kind of weird Manger or Precious Moments and this could grace the fireplace mangle all year long. Kitty is obviously doped to the eyeballs here.


Number Fifteen's going for a muscular, friend-of-the-animals look. I have no words, except that his armpit hair scares me. Oh, and put down the weight, you might drop it on your pussy.


Nothing shouts "DEPRAVITY" like a nice relaxing evening, lounging bare-ass naked on the couch with Miss Fluffykins (who looks as if she's being pinned down here) with your favorite bottle of rotgut and a big pile of ye olde typewriter and strewn-around papers and sundry books. If it was creative you were going for Number Sixteen, you're about 3 good AUs (Astronomical Units) off the mark. Just a big pile of EWWWW.


Last but not least, Number Seventeen loves his kitty and that's a good thing. Kitty doesn't seem to mind and I suspect that between the two of them, there are about 3 working brain cells. A match made in heaven, or in the backwoods of Hillbillyville. Hopefully, Boots there has a few more teeth.