Does a Bear Care? Nor do I...

When I watch television, I try to locate programming that educates me, or at least has something useful to offer. Shows like:

Forensic Files - which educates me in ways to avoid being killed by people who seem normal and live, "quietly", nearby.

What Would You Do? - this educates me to be ever ready in a store or cafe for hidden cameras and John Quinones to pounce and ask me why I didn't help that old lady being beat up in the butter aisle.

American Pickers - which teaches me to never let two guys drive up to my house and offer me $20 for an antique I have, as they will then make about $400 from whatever antique that I gave them.

Hoarders - actually, I don't think I learn anything other than a new level of disgust from this show.

The Daily Show - this shows teaches me that all politicians are completely oblivious to the fact that what they say in public and to the public is recorded and can and will be used against them at a later time.

Turner Classic Movies - which is useful in showing me that at one point in time, good movies were being made.

I won't publicly admit to other shows I may watch "occasionally" - *cough* South Park *cough* - but I will say that overall, I do strive to watch intelligent programming.

However, intelligence takes a flying leap however whenever one of those annoying "Does a Bear s- - -t in the woods?" Charmin Bear commercials comes on:

Case in point:

First of all, bears can't read. Secondly, one person in the bathroom at a time, please.

Do we need to see pieces of toilet paper stuck to a bear's behind?

First of all, bears don't play football. Secondly, bears don't care what is stuck to their fur.

Do we need to see pieces of toilet paper getting scrubbed off?

First of all, bears don't have brooms. Secondly, I re-iterate, bears don't care what is stuck to their fur!

I dare you to introduce this bear to the joys of "non sticking" toilet paper:

During my travels on the internet to locate images of the Charmin Bears, I came across this disturbing application available to travelers worldwide:

Yes, the Charmin bears can help you locate places to "Sit or Squat". I don't want to know what defines a "sit" or "squat" spot.

I say it's high time we brought back Mr Whipple. Simple. Dignified. A bit obsessive about people squeezing his toilet paper? Yes, but you wouldn't catch him wiping a bears behind!

Backyard Birdies...and the cat that awaits them...

Having been sick for the last week, I found myself prisoner on the couch, surrounded by musilex meds, tissues, unhealthy snacks and Dr Pepper. My television viewing was limited to watching things like Judge shows celebrating people that made me feel normal, shows about murders, solving murders, unsolved murders and the people who commit murder, hours of programming about nazis, hoarders and drug addicts and to wrap it up...people who are addicted to eating things like couch cushions, toilet paper, soap and the like.

I was getting depressed.

I finally decided to shut off the TV and do something else. ANYTHING ELSE. I chose to organize some of my many photos on my computer and found I had an interesting collection of backyard birds to share:

Here we have a winter visitor to the bird feeder:

and here we have Killer Diller, laying in wait...

This was a nest over the garage door a couple of seasons back:

These are the parents of that big ass baby in the nest above:

One parent guarded that nest faithfully (I can never tell which is mother or father):

Here is a baby robin I had to rescue from the clutches of Killer Diller:

I tried to return it as close to the nest as possible:

Two baby robins in their comfy nest (I was hopeful the one I rescued was one of them!):

and here we have Killer Diller, right below the nest, waiting...

The following is a rather intensely built Blue Jay nest in the front of the house:

and here we have a rather intense Blue Jay scolding anyone who dares get close to the nest:

This is me attempting to gain some video of the baby blue jays...FAIL:

Below is a family of some kind of bird, all hanging out on the weather vane:

and finally, the weather vane in the sunset:

that's all for now...gotta go blow my nose again...ugh..