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What kind of Faerie would I be?

I took a quiz today.  It was one of those silly online quizes that asks a question and then purports to tell you about yourself.  I found it here: “That kind of Fae are you?”

 The results were not surprising.  When I’m honest about myself, I’m down to earth, a realist, who looks for the good in all things but doesn’t depend on it.  I see good and bad in all things, and while I always prepare for the worst, I’m no pessimist; most things come out to a balance.  In the end, like Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones wold sing, “If you try sometimes, you get what you need.”

Here is the results from my quiz today:




What type of Fae are you?

Interresting, too, that the choice was a Nymph. Nymphs, you see, are known for their beauty and their sexuality. And while I am no gorgeous hunk, I have always considered myself a sexual person…perhaps even overly so. To one who is unprepared, or who has not asked permission first, the sight of a Nymph can blind or even kill a man. So, too, with me; many of the secrets I hold are startling…overwhealming. Perhaps that is why I blog. By revealing myself slowly, in posts over time, I may be seen as a complete story, and not as the sum of my secrets.

Perhaps. Though, like any Nymph might tell you…it’s never easy being green.

SASS has Spoken.

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Holy Cats!

Yep–that’s the right title.  I just posted a response to a discussion on Comcast’s message forums.  It seems that a woman has discovered that her house has a ghost – of a CAT!  Well, that makes alot of sense to me, and here’s what I said about it:

All creatures have spirits.  In fact, most religions believe that all things–animate or otherwise–have spirits.  There are spirits in the rocks, the trees, rivers and streams, and even our automobiles take on human characteristics.

And, of course, the spirits themselves take on different characteristics.  After my cat Greystone died, I guess he moved up to a higher level, because we’ve maintained a dialogue that has gone on for almost five years since he passed away.

Now, I should explain a few things here, since Greystone was rather a special cat to begin with.  In the first place, Greystone understood human speech pretty well, and I had no problem making myself understood to him.  But Greystone wanted more, and between 1987 and 1993 or so, he actually taught me to SPEAK CAT.  That’s right–I learned to perfectly mimic nearly all of the feline vocalizations, and even learned what they mean…TO A CAT.  Cats, you see, are not just hungry purring furballs meant for giving love to humans.  In fact, their evolution has not even revolved around humans except for the last 3,000 years or so (out of some 1.6 million years of evolution). 

What I’ve learned is, Cats have a rather sophisticated society of their own.  Greystone was a king–he ruled an area covering about 4 1/2 city blocks, and had his choice of females, prey, and food.  And, cats are political.  I’ve seen feline politics in action in many occasions, and was even called upon once to help resolve a dispute between two other cats!   (Unfortunately, I came back with the scratches to prove it–their form of justice is delivered by fang and claw, as you can immagine.)  But, the two toms got along marvelously after that. 

And then, Greystone’s wife moved in with us for a while.  Tht was the first time I ever saw a cat go steady–she had two litters of kittens before I took Greystone to the vet.  I couldn’t bear to have him altered in a way that would affect his personality, his authority, his politics, so I paid a little extra for a vasectomy.  It probably shortened his life, but I think it was worth it.  Greystone gave me 14 wonderful years of his life before he died, and a great deal of wisdom along the way.

And then he took on a new life altogether.  It was no pitter-patter of feet, and a strange depression on the pillow I felt.  Greystone spoke to me in the recesses of my mind in clear English words, in a deep, resonate, baritone voice worthy of any true king.  He now calls himself “John Tiberious Greystone,” and he’s adopted a tagline, invented by me, btw:  “The Legend of Greystone.”

Well, that legend continues.  Not content as a haunting, Greystone now accompanies me like a guardian angel, always present and able to converse with me.  He’s there at my mental fingertips along with God, my personal angel guardian (Whom I’ve known since I was a child) and the “spirit” of my car, who often jokes about my driving.

Maybe I’m mildly delusional, one would say.  But I’ve always been able to tell the difference between that which is real, and that wich is imaginary.  And while none of these voices are material, I can sense that they are real–fabrications of outside intelligences, and not the product of my own vivid imagination.  For, when I imagine something, as I must do to invent stories or play a Role-playing Game, the voices in my head, whatever timbre, gender, or language, are ME.  When John Tiberious Greystone speaks, it is my cat.  And only my cat.  And when God speaks…well, you get the idea.

There are non-physical entities all round us, and there always have been, and there always will.  And if one or more of those entities is, or once was the soul of a person or a favored pet, this is nothing unusual.  The Christian bible states somewhere that God knew each of us before we were a twinkling in our mothers’ eyes.  If that’s true, then there’s no reason He can’t know us–and we know each other–after our physical point of presence in this world has been shed and is no longer necessary for us.

A cat ghost?  Of course!  For all creatures, and indeed all things of this Earth have spirits.  They live with us, and they live forever.  So shall we all.

Amen.

SASS has Spoken.

– the SASS Man

And it’s all true.  Animals are sentient, and some have enough of it to do remarkable things.  Even act as our advisors after death.

SASS has spoken.

Seeya!

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Wow, I Hit the Big Time!

I just hit the top page of GOOGLE!  I did it with a search for “Eva Cassidy Fact Fable“–which, incidently, was my way of trying to find a video that my employer, Fact & Fable Productions, made as a tribute to Eva Cassidy, using their autumn footage and Eva’s song “Autumn Leaves.”  I put the song up on YouTube, and it has since begun to circumnavigate the virtual globe.

I embedded that YouTube video of “Autumn Leaves” in one of my posts, and Google picked it up.  Now, here’s the interresting part: there are multiple places where a person could find “Autumn Leaves”.  (Our version … done by Fact & Fable Productions, I mean).  Fact & Fable Productions is one of them, in fact … we put up a post on the Fact & Fable News Blog with the same information.  However, it was this very blog that Google caught, and presented to you at the top of the search engine listing.

Now … I doubt I’m considered a popular blog.  In fact, Fact & Fable Productions has a page rank of 2, and my measly little blog doesn’t even rate on Google’s bandwidth yet.  And still it was my copy, my embedded version of Autumn Leaves that Google presented to the world when I searched for it.  Not the F&F News Blog … not even the video on YouTube itself!  Me.

I feel so honored!  Thank you, Google!

SASS has Spoken.

p.s., Incidently, I’ve revisited this post, and my page still turns up at the second entry for the search.  However, now the YouTube page for it is at number one.  That makes alittle more sense now.  I still feel honored to be among such company.

 SASS has Spoken.  Again.

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How big is a Blog?

As a unit of measure, words can often be considered the smallest units of reason. Sure, in the hands of a master orator, a good speech, or a brilliant bit of prose or a poem can change the course of history. A well-crafted song at a critical juncture can mean victory in battle, or start a movement of people that changes everything.

But then, they’re just words … right?

Well, in a 2002 speech by Delaware Sen. Joseph R. Bidden Jr., I was reminded that our founding fathers knew how words could reshape history. Thomas Payne wrote “The Crisis”, a series of pamphlets that supported the Revolutionary War, and legitimized the founding of this nation. And when they wrote the Declaration of Independence … well, I probably don’t have to go into how important that was, seeing as how none of you in America are the future subjects of King Charles, nor pay your taxes to Elizabeth II … at up to 80% of your income, I might add….

This was done with words. Oh, sure, those words were backed up by muskets and cannon, but without the words, who would have raised a pistol or an arrow? And who … without the words of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. … would have stood up to the national guard in Alabama? Who would have fought for – and changed – the laws that held one segment of our society hostage to the will of another?

Yes, this is the power of words: words make people think. When they think, they change their minds … they take action, and they start talking, and the words change other peoples’ minds. More people acting, and talking, and thinking means the words spread and grow. Soon the words of one or a few people become the ideals of thousands, then tens of thousands, then countless masses. And when the words spread so far that they become the common thought of the people, then, for better, or for worse, history IS changed. When Adolph Hitler said, “It is not truth that matters, but victory,” a nation followed him and led the world into Hell. When John F. Kennedy challenged us “Before this decade is out to land a man on the Moon and return him safely to the Earth” we followed him into the modern world.

Indeed, we measure our success by the power – and longevity of our words. How powerful, then, are the works of William Shakesphere? The Gettysburg Address? The Constitution? What is the power of the common Blog? Will it not be a Blog that sparks the next Cultural Revolution, or Civil War, or Human Rights Movement? Is it not the Blogs which have propelled Environmental Awareness into the mainstream? Who among you is the next Martin Luther, Winston Churchill, Abraham Lincoln, or Thomas Payne?

What is the Measure of The Common Blog?

I tell you, it is immeasurable.

SASS has Spoken.

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The SASS is Here…

A new day has dawned.

I know that statement is cliche and overused, but every morning it happens again … a brand new day.  And on this particular day, I’ve started my own Web-Log.

This actually comes as a surprise to me, as, while I’ve posted responses to many blogs, I’ve never seen the necessity of starting my own.  That is, until my collegue advised me that I should start a blog for my employer, and I wound up creating one of my own.  A forum, if you will, for the many words of wisdom I’ve gathered, and a few words of ignorance, I’m certain, to be displayed for all of the world to see.  In the words of an ancient “tagline” from the pre-Internet days of dial-up bulletin boards and WWIVnet, “Open mouth, insert foot … echo internationally.”  Well, in this case, there is no echo … you’ll hear it all directly from ol’ SASS himself.  Unless you read some quote out there on somebody else’s blog.

I have alot of quotes.  Some of them are downright funny.  Take, for instance, the immortal words of one Samuel Clements.  You might know him better as the legendary Mark Twain.  Back in his day, they weren’t all complaining about how stupid the President’s foreign policy was.  Nope.  Their scapegoat was Congress.  For instance, Twain once said, “There is no distinctly American criminal class.  Except Congress.”  Of course, in his day, many of them were in the pockets of major corporations and trade groups (read: monopolies) like US Steel and Standard Oil.  (Any correlations to Haliburton here?)

Also, few lawmakers in the 1800s had the education we now take for granted.  We once even had an illiterate president!  Said Twain: “Let’s say you were an idiot, and lets say you were a member of Congress … but I repeat myself….”  And then there’s Bush.  So … we have us in 2007, and we have Twain in 1887.  Has anything really changed?  Why, YES!  NOW we can blog about it internationally!  In his day, Twain had to wait for his comments to appear in the Saturday Evening Post (Anyone remember that one?  My grandmother had a subscription….)

And, so I blog.  You will learn my politics (I consider myself a cultural Anarchist with a touch of Avant-Garde), my professional life (I do computer stuff … duh), and my inner self (there’s something deeply religious in there, if I can sift through the insanity to find it … you have to be a little mad these days to see the world objectively).  I am SASS.  I am THE Sass.  Observer.  Corresponder.  Correlator.  And I blog.

Hello, world.

SASS has Spoken.

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