The Radiology Report

An overdeveloped sense
of vengeance.

Gone to the Dogs

He was a very old dog.  Since his birth he has had a great many adventures, some good and some not so good.  His tail still wags so we assume he is happy.  All of his life experiences make up who he is today.

This, however, is not a story about the dog but is rather a story about the fleas that live upon the dog.  They go about their day sharing their flea stories with each other.  They discuss their various neighborhoods and the issues they each have. 

One has mentioned that the surface of his neighborhood appears dry and flaky.  Something, they say, must be wrong.

“It was never like this when I was growing up.”

Eventually a panic spreads across the communities.  The fleas are concerned about their future.  

“We must do something.  After all, this is our home.”

“Maybe it is something we have caused.” 

“Just maybe, if we all pull together we can alter our world and get it back on track.”

Meanwhile… off on some far-distant Blog, a human writes about global warming.  Concerned that humans have caused the changes they are seeing on their planet - they panic.  Various communities spread the message that time is of the essence.

“Surely it is something we have caused.  It was never like this when we were growing up.”

 Your assignment:

Write a minimum of two pages on what the author is suggesting.  Explore other analogies he might have used instead of fleas on a dog.  

For extra credit, describe the universe and give three examples.

Remember;  once you have your graded paper back, please recycle.

Thank you

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From the Lyrics

 Name the song:


1.  The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold

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2.  With a word she can get what she came for

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3.  Here in the sweet and same old way

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4.  He's got a big ugly club and a head full of hair

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5.  I'm just livin' in a dump like this

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6.  all dressed up like an English chappy

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7.  Soften my dreams with your sighs

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8.  in the evening, floating in soup

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9.  she's always gonna be

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10.  and one thing I know is true

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It's the stuff dreams are made of

Not necessarily my dreams

Odd This Blog

Odd - this blog

in one way speech –

Not give and take

not learn or teach –

Friendless acquaintance

near and far –

I’m the bug

inside your jar –

Odd you found me

in this crowd –

Cyber thoughts

I think out loud –

Passing time

not wrapped real tight –

await the thoughts

that you might write.

A Sheep in Girl's clothing

She sat at the counter in the cafeteria.  As she ate her salad her face was right down upon it.  Her long hair hung down on both sides of her face, as would floppy ears.

I could see no utensils.

Possible explanations:

1.   The cafeteria was just outside the optometrist’s office.  It is all together possible she required glasses.

2.   There was a slight hiccup in the Earth's rotation causing a visual collision between what I saw and what I thought I saw.

  (That has to be it.  I'm going with #2).  

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Just once I would like to find a philosophy book that does not talk in circles.  Gibberish for gibberish sake.

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They say a man cannot step into the same river twice.

I'd like to know who they  are.

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I have climbed the ladder and gotten myself onto the slide.

 Too late I discovered it leads to old age.

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Art - draw I don't.

Write - spell I won't

correctly. 

(That was artsy)

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and - just my opinion but...

The phrase shouldn’t be – growing old;

it should be – growing cold.

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Just wanted to end on a high note.

According to The Weather Channel

It's a good day to take the boat out.

Quiz

Name the movie.

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He didn't like the shower on the ship

said he'd  just wash up on shore

Supports Brain Health

Proof to the Contrary. 

Plants - Plants

I said I wanted Potted Plants.

They were wrong

when they said the fire had gone out.

No one has ever escaped

I’m not sure why but some of them have fences around them.

Even without the fences no one has ever escaped.

The very old ones sometimes have short stone walls going around.

No barbed wire, no broken glass embedded along the top of the wall and never any search lights.

I’ve never seen protesters or picket signs at the gates.

It’s as if no one cares.  Well, I shouldn’t say no one cares.  Every now and then I see someone show up and lay flowers at the headstones.

Continued from page 8

…and had it not been for the recurring dream I would have never considered Chicago.  After all – it was the dream that first brought the two of us together.  Not that time, the first time – in the farmer’s market.  Remember?

I didn’t ever put much stock in dreams.  I always viewed them as just a by-product of living through the day.  You go to sleep at night to recharge your batteries and while all that is going on your mental garbage disposal grinds up all the gibberish you’ve collected throughout the day. 

Anyway, now having taken a more serious look at the various peels, shavings and ground-up bits of that gibberish I’ve begun to see just how some of it, those bits flying past your mental window during your dreams, are intended to guide you.  Consider them as mystical hints – No, not this way, take that road.  Or, Hey!  Save this thing you just found on the carpet.  Later you’ll discover what it goes to.

Yes, those are just a couple lame examples, I’m sure the actual hints we are given are more critical and essential than that.  Some, of course, say there are spirits guiding - helping us along.  I don’t know about all that, but here’s an example a little closer to home that I’ve never been able to explain.

Where I live there is an airport that was designed by an actual certified moron.  The layout couldn’t be dumber. It is convenient to no one.  But I digress.  I’m running down this very long hall trying to get to my gate to catch a plane.  I finally get there only to discover the airline has changed gates.  Now I have almost enough time to run, dragging my luggage, to the far side of the airport and then down another very long hall to the new gate. 

A large group is gathered around the gate.  The back-up is caused by TSA, who had decided to re-scan each passenger before they board.  They even had a bomb sniffing dog walk through the plane before we were allowed to get on.

Eventually I fly to a smaller airport about 70 miles away to where my car is parked.  That is the original airport I had left from. 

I locate my car, toss my luggage into the trunk and climb behind the wheel.   As it has already been a long day and I’m quite tired, before driving away I slip my shoes off.

Here’s the thing; inside my right shoe is my rather large silver, Navajo ring.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  How did it get there?  How on earth could my foot and the ring fit into the shoe at the same time?  How had I run the entire length of the previous airport and not felt this thing in my shoe?

The reason for the trip was to help my sister bury our mother.  Mom was the one who had purchased the ring for me years ago.

Spirits - Angels or  Mystic Shenanigans?

 Who's to say?