According to the old Julian calendar, today is Ukrainian Christmas. Of course that means a great feed of perogies around the house. Debra reminded me of that fact today and that the world famous SHUMKA DANCERS will be performing in Edmonton tonight. It's an old joke around my house that I never let my mother off the hook for not enrolling me in Ukrainian dance classes.
When I see the guys flying high in their red boots I always say, "I could have been a dancer. I could have been a SHUMKA dancer but my Mother didn't love me enough." It always gets a laugh but in reality there weren't classes around where we live. If there were you can believe she would have driven an hour back and forth to give me the opportunity if she could have. I do so love to watch them dance. I love watching the guys jump high into the air. SHUMKA means whirlwind and that is exactly how they move. Plus there is nothing I find more attractive than a girl in their traditional costumes.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.