Let me say up front that I happen to like the show Sofia the First, and I’m glad my son watches it on occasion. I particularly get a kick out of the “shared universe” aspect of the show when another Disney character makes an appearance.
But there in lies a bit of problem.
In the back of my mind I keep expecting Little John from Disney’s Robin Hood to pop up and start singing, “Too late to be known as Sofia the first, she’s sure to be known as Sofia the worst . . .”
Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn. Tell us the lesson that we should learn. Moral number 3. And the moral of today’s story is . . .
People who live in glass houses should get dressed with the lights out.
Unsafe food consumption and peer pressure, an analysis of Green Eggs and Ham.
(This is perilously close to something I actually read the other day . . .)
Today my entry was delayed by my decision to accompany my son and Lala on a little outing that turned out to be not quite so little after all. The main reason for this was because at one point our next destination was close “as the crow flies,” but we were driving, not riding crows . . .
Even cynics have to admit that, at least some of the time, good things just come your way.
To hardcore cynics though, even the good things tend to look vaguely train-shaped.
There is no profit to be made in the destruction of the planet. It is very bad for business.
If the spectrum linking everyday depression to Major Depression sometimes hinders understanding of it, it also offers an opportunity for empathy. Because almost everyone, at some point, experiences feelings of sadness, of hopelessness, of emptiness, not to mention lethargy and irritability.
To paraphrase some advice I read a long time ago, be good to the people around you; you never know when you’re going to need them to do something really stupid for you, like pulling you out of a fire, or pushing you out of the way of an oncoming vehicle instead of doing the sensible thing and just getting out of the way themselves. Heck, for that matter, you never know when you’re just going to need someone to call 911 for you, and that’s not the best time to have just finished calling someone a worthless excuse of human garbage.
I’m just saying.
If you want tolerance, one of the things you have to do is be tolerant. If there’s another way to make that work, I, for one, have never seen it.
Candles & Curses 