Posted 29 July 2010 - 10:38 PM
The chicken crossed the road because it was there. in the way, right in front of him or her.
The humans probably, without thinking (They never do), stuck the road in the way, as they usually do, between the house and the barn. My answer to the whole chicken\road thing is, 'because it was in the way.' Running right down the middle between the house (food scraps) and the barn (Sanctuary)
This also explains roadkill... and why I am here... well, eventually that will make sense.
Chickens don't do a whole lot of thinking as far as I can tell. I love them, but they sure like to keep things simple. They tend to have a one track mind. More like an 8-track mind that occasionally switches tracks in the middle of a song. For chickens, and the rest of us, food is right up there with oxygen and water.
Okay, it's not much that I am oblivious to roadblocks... as I just figure, they are something in the way, that I have to get past... so I'm just going to do it. Hurdles, obstacles... just things in the way, like roads are to animals. Straight across them is usually best, in these types of situations. Swamps are different stories altogether!
Calvin and Hobbes:
C- "Live for the moment, that's my motto. You never know when you might step out into the street and *SPLAT* get hit by a bus. What's your motto?"
H- "Look down the road"
There's some happy middle ground in that thought somewhere.
Anyway, as I said, it *might* make sense later on. On with the story of the thin little threads that got me here.
Way back in 1998, I found out I had an older brother that I never knew I had! I thought (politically correct version), heck, that's everlovin' cool!
I asked my mother if she would like some help finding him... she said something to the effect of, 'that would be nice hun', not thinking for a minute that it would actually happen.
10 months later, after first learning how to turn a computer on, finding the "any" key and figuring out that HTML didn't stand for HOTMAIL, I found my brother. (It's still going fantastic, thank you for asking)
While in the process of trying to find my brother, and the whole reason that it took so long to find my brother, I was trying to cross all the roads and obstacles in my way! (I lean towards the look down 'em as opposed to just jumping on in... I'm not much of a gambler)
A poem my grandfather had in his house:
Isn't it strange that princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common folk like you and me,
are builders for eternity?
To each is given a bag of tools,
a shapeless mass and a set of rules,
and each must fashion ere life is flown,
a stumbling block or a stepping stone.
After learning how to turn the computer on, I had to learn how to steer it... then I had to find my way around the web... picking up bits and pieces along the way, much like I pick up stones and bird feathers when I travel now.
One day I saw that I had the greatest 'Adoption Search and Reunion' website in 'my documents'. I had to share it, somehow. It took me 10 months to find all the information I, and anyone else searching would need, I saw what a resource it was. I had to put it out there.
So I had to learn how to make websites. (here's where I brag a bit)
For a few years I ran a site called, "Lia's Links, Adoption search and reunion" At first, just a few people from the chat rooms I haunted while I was searching for my brother came to my site... then word got out and the next thing you know I have a 200 page site with 20,000 hits a month... I was giving information away free. Because it shouldn't cost you anything to find your family, and it shouldn't be that hard!
I had to learn how to do chats, and emails and lists and and and and... hurdles... roadblocks.
One day... shortly after Bill Gates took over Hotmail and really fouled it up, he lost all of my emails... all of them, not just some of them, everything. I tried to work with the folks at Hotmail, but eventually got a note basically saying that I really needed to get over it.
That kinda set me off I have to say. I have patience to a point... apparently not a high enough point because I shot off an email, through layers of Hotmail staff, aimed at Bill Gates desk.
I should have cooled off first, but I said something to the effect that I thought Bill might have named his company after his reproductive organs... ahem. BLUSH (It still bugs me that I let him get to me like that!)
And I am sure this is all unrelated, but darned if the very next day my computer didn't crash! Thankfully, "Lia's Links" was safe out on the net, nestled in Heartland Pointe at GeoCities.
(Here's where you learn about The Big Bad Wolf... no, not Bill, the other wolf)
"My brother's wife's sister-in-law's cousin's husband works on computers in his basement for cheap" Had this crash happened before the whole "Micro and Soft" email to Bill, I might have entertained the idea of asking Bill if he would donate a computer to the cause... but I figured he wouldn't be interested anymore for sure. I think he sent aliens to hover over my house... sometimes they come back. So I took the cousin's husband up on his offer.
The cousin's brother gleefully came to my house to pick my computer up... I had gone online and bought myself a brandie-new 15gig HD for him to put in, after he [hopefully] rescued my pictures.
He brought my 'puter back a few days later... and when it started up it didn't say "FIREBALL" anymore... it said, "DELL" or some such thing... crap. He said, don't worry... sometimes you have to convince a hard drive that it's name is different. Then he vanished into the night... never to be seen again.
I called him up, once it finished loading and I didn't have a modem. I left a message... 'where are my files? my pictures? Why is it so slow??? why does it say it's a 1gig HD? whazup with that"
He returned my calls a week or so later, and said if I could prove something was in there, he would give it back. My memory, my motherboard, my cd drive,, my modem, everything had been taken out and replaced with... um, garbage he was tossing from other people's broken computers.
Needless to say, I had to learn how to fix computers... or at least... keep them running until I can afford to buy another one.
Eventually, I was considered a bit of a geek, a VERY little bit of a geek, and I helped people for free when their only other option was incineration... I knew how to reformat and reload windows. (checking myelf in the mirror, I rock! GIGGLE)
My old computer eventually died. Right about the time I had just enough money to buy this here laptop. Brandie-new $2000 buckeroos including a USB port light, a hard case and shoulder strap! Unfortunately, I was offline for a few months. (This will also make sense later)
I was living the life with my NEW laptop! THIS computer is going to last. THIS computer is not leaving my sight. THIS computer will be running in 20 years, the last of it's kind. THIS computer is kickin'! This was in 2000... 10 years ago.
This kickin' computer made me complacent. I simultaneously lost my mind, moved into a camper with my kickin' computer and hit the road (That thing that was in the way).
My kickin' computer ran like a top without so much as a hiccup, cough or sneeze. I started studying other things... Technology ran on ahead while I was looking for a hankie to cover my nose with to ride out the sudden dust storm. Meanwhile, I was learning this baby inside and out. (Which means I know NOTHING about ANYTHING that evolved after the year 2000, I was like one of those seventies guys you see here and there... listening to bat outta hell and moving their lips.)
Eventually this new computer turned into an old computer and got a little sick, some kind of bug or other. I was living on the road now... and didn't have the money to get antivirus... so I DL'd a free version of something or other that told me which files were infected, then I would just go into 'windows explorer' and delete the little buggers.
That worked pretty good until last year. Something got me so bad Windows wouldn't start. I didn't have the money to buy another computer... and my pictures I couldn't lose my pictures! So I did the unthinkable no-no and installed a second version of Windows on my hard drive without partitioning it... because I didn't know how to partition it.
It's not been all that bad... I got my pictures back... there's hiccups and coughs here and there. Nothing I wasn't willing to live with. (as opposed to bringing her to someone's brother's uncle's friend, and considering her age, she still drove like a dream as far as I was concerned.)
Then, just last week... I got a nasty bug... This one had a name... "NetSky" I have heard the genius who wrote it went to jail at some point... I can't for the life of me understand... well... anyway. I am sure he wasn't exacting some personal vendetta against me, unlike Bill. [seriously, I KNOW that was just a coincidence.]
I started to scour the net for a new free anti-virus program because, burning a second copy of Windows onto an un-partitioned hard drive can do funky things to programs... NOT recommended.
And now, here I am.
Nice to meet you all, I look forward to reading your introductions.
Answers to unanswered questions"
Q: What happened to Lia's Links? I only find broken remnant links when I google it?
A: When my first computer died, I asked for someone out there in cyberspace to take over the site. I was not sure I would ever have the money to get another computer. Those few months without a computer.... if I could only go back...
I asked for help and soon a man said he would care for the site. By then it was nearly on auto-pilot. Everything you ever needed to know was there, cross referenced. All he really had to do was keep the links updated... change some text if a law changed.
A few months later, when I had this computer.. my site was gone, and so was the guy who said he would care for it.
Yes, I have thought about starting the site back up. But it seems other sites have filled the gap, and the bases are covered. They don't need me anymore.
Q: What do you do now that you don't do Lia's Links?
A: I am a wandering half-starving artist. I still help people, these days mostly I pick up young people I meet on the road who need help, a bit of family, an older sister to help them find home.
I have done some volunteer *work* at colleges. Joining groups for rape prevention, I was in a documentary about domestic violence, I did a lot of jumping up and down at intersections with signs for different causes.
Mostly now I just live in the woods, without electricity or running water. I travel around the country, find someone with land to rent, sell my wares or get work in construction, or I barter. I go to town once in a while for supplies, or to work sometimes. To Download more information to study. (Car+inverter+computer= a fun night in the woods reading books I otherwise would not have the opportunity to read.)
I come out of the woods to visit, to get supplies, to do the best I can to help people out there, because people out there sure do hurt a lot. I live a pretty simple wandering life... meandering my way to enlightenment.
Q: How does all this tie into the chicken and the road story?
A: I forget
Love and Light,
NOTICE: Where it not for the kindness, and generousity of time from "THCBYTES", I would not be making this post from my horribly infected computer.
(Clapping wildly) HIP HIP HOORAY!
~A candle loses none of it's light by lighting another candle.~