Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remembering Those Lost

There's really nothing new to say about today. I think anything that can be said about September 11 has already been said.

Something that makes me a little sad is when subsequent September 11's are beautiful fall days, because it reminds me more of how that day started out. Today is one of those beautiful fall days.


Rest in peace, to all those lost.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

It's Been A Rough Day at the Office

Dwight Schrute: Dammit, he put my stapler in jello again!
[Points to Michael]
Dwight Schrute: You can be a witness to this.
Jim Halpert: [eating jello] How do you know it was me?

Poor Dwight. He's had a rough day at the office: trying to get his stapler out of Jell-O, getting his supplies out of the vending machine when his wallet is in there too, or even spraying pepper spray on the Warehouse guys when they get out of line. It's enough to drive a guy crazy.

After seeing other people crafting their own little Dwights on Craftster, I figured it was finally my turn. I don't really know how long I worked on him, as it was off and on for a few weeks. This is actually my third go at a decent looking figure, albeit legless. I would have been done with him sooner, but my cat swiped the second version in the middle of the night. When I finally found Dwight the next morning, he was covered in cat hair, laying under my dining room table, sobbing. (Which is an amazing feat, considering he didn't have eyes yet.) The indignation of being dealt with in such a manner by Dixie was just too much for him. Like Dwight #1, I put #2 out of his misery and started again, this time, leaving him in a more secure location away from my monster feline.

I love Rainn Wilson's portrayal of Dwight. He's a suck ass geek who thinks his only friends are Michael and Moes. But every once in a while, we're treated with a sneak peek at the kind of person Dwight really is. He used to be wildly in love with Angela. He gave a back massage to Phyllis when she threw her back out and talked her out of her fears that her husband, Bob (Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration) was cheating on her. He even helped Pam with an MP3 player one time. Okay, he had a concussion at the time, but he was still nice to her. I think anyone that's ever worked in an office has known a Dwight. I did. In fact, we used to call this one guy Dwight behind his back. Guys like Dwight really do exist.

Dwight will most likely go to work with me this week. I still need to print out his name badge (Dwight Fart Schrute, Assistant to the Regional Manager, Scranton Branch) and the "Wanted" poster below.


By the way, if you're wondering, if you call the number on the poster, it is real. It's to WB Jones Heating and Air Conditioning, which is apparently the business next to Dundler Mifflin in the business park. I didn't listen to the whole outgoing message.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Does a Child's Love for a Pet Change Through Time?

This article appeared on Sept. 4 in The Virginian-Pilot: Colonial-era graves for dogs found in Williamsburg.

"Two Colonial-era graves found on the campus of the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg contained dogs, a find that is "unprecedented," archaeologists said Friday.

"The discovery raises questions about who would have valued their animals enough to give them a formal burial, said Joe Jones, director of the college's Center for Archaeological Research.

"No animal graves associated with the European colonists of that period have ever been found."

Diane Tennant reported the graves of the medium sized dogs were discovered on July 13. "The graves dated between the late 1600s and mid-1700s, in the early years of the campus, which was established in 1693...Dog burials are well-established in Native American settlements; near Hopewell in the 1970s and '80s, archaeologists found the skeletons of 112 dogs buried by Indians nearly 1,000 years ago."

She went on to write, "'This was kind of a multi ethnic community,' [Jones] said. 'It makes us wonder if that has anything to do with this surprising discovery of these dog burials. I don't know that we'll ever know. It just makes us all wonder: Who were the people who treated the dogs this way, and buried them this way?'"

This is where the article stopped. I think Jones may be thinking too vague where the reason behind the graves. Just because we haven't discovered other dog graves that old, doesn't mean they didn't exist. My thoughts? Children are children, no matter when they lived. I believe these two graves contained beloved pets and best friends to a couple of small children. The dogs were meant to be working animals, much like Jack and Bandit in the Little House on the Prairie books and series. But how can anyone, even with a working or service dog, spend time with it and not grow attached to the companionship it brings? I think those little graves were ways for heartbroken little children to honor their friends.