It has just occurred to me that fracking and fucking are metaphorically similar. People often that say a sexual episode was just a little harmless fucking, and often such an episode does pass without lasting consequences. But sometimes an episode can lead to trouble.
The whole issue described by a catchy little tune:
The potential risks are detailed in this trailer from Gasland:
A drill goes in deep, injects unspecified fluids and the next thing you know, the environment is so toxic that the tap water's on fire. That doesn't always happen, but even when the results are generally positive, life around the rig is never the same. You may be able to restore the natural balance without a whole lot of trouble if preliminary exploration determines a site should be rapidly abandoned - but once you start seriously drilling, there are lasting repercussions.
It's possible that I noticed this similarity because of becoming involved recently in a salacious flirtation with an individual from Match dot com. I doubt it's going anywhere because stuff from Match dot com rarely goes anywhere - but it got me thinking.
On another note,Buster, formerly known as Velvet, arrived home Thursday night. Cupcake, Buzz Kill and me went to pick up Buster the airport. Cupcake was charming in every way. She wore a form fitting skirt and top of the same dusty pink stretch lace, with a brown leather jacket and brown lace-up half boots that was sexy without being flashy or a bit cheap. Their obvious enthusiasm and affection for each other was appropriately reserved in public, and Buster was very respectful of my feelings when he asked if it would be okay for Cupcake to stay over that night. I have to give them both gold stars so far.
*Note* I will continue to refer to Velvet as Buster for a while in honor a family friend named Buster who recently died peacefully watching TV with his dinner nearby. I knew him through my brother the photographer.
It's too bad that the chemistry between me and Buzz Kill that created the remarkable individual that is Buster was ultimately unsustainable, but at least the environment isn't toxic these days.
Fracking just goes to show you, though, you could find yourself up to your ass in a problematic situation because some smooth talking lobbyist with lots of cash persuades you to grant a Halliburton Loophole.
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10 comments:
Frick Frack Fuck!
Precisely.
And now, back to bed ;)
fuckity fuck..
I don't know if you are seeing the ads there, but here in CA there are ads on TV telling all about how great fracking is and how safe, clean, green and etc. Every time that damn ad comes on my TV I can't help but shout, "LIES, LIES, LIES!!! HOW DAMN STUPID DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!?! oh yeah. most of us are that stupid." *sigh*
Also, welcome home Velvet/Buster. I'm sure you are glad to be in your own bed, in your own room and eating Mom's yummy cooking again.
Actually, I haven't cooked yet because he got in so late on Thursday and then had to go to his grandmother's birthday party on Friday night. Now he's up at Hookah House for graduation and then to see about getting readmitted to school.
I've got all the fixing for his current favorite dish when he gets back on Tues: Sauteed chicken with mango, spinach and orzo.
Fortunately, the ads here are showing a fellow floating in an innertube in a lovely lake wearing a Hazmat suit. Still, it's some bullshit.
Hi- glad "Buster' is home safely. And 'Cupcake' sound delicious. I love how you described her and their affections. Lovely. :-)
And I never heard of "fracking" until today. Thanks!! :-)
Love you girl
Gail
peace......
Gail - Fracking is already on it's way to a watershed near you . . . well, maybe not your exact neighborhood but it's a scary, scary drilling technique that slipped under the radar due to that Damn Dick Cheney and the Halliburton Loophole. The fluids contain everything from coffee grounds to carcinogens pumped straight into the ground water.
dispicable.
But things are great with Buster, and that's a blessing.
Oh, absolutely -- the metaphorical and otherwise connections between fracking and fucking are fabulous. I love the signs going up on my street that say "Absolutely No Fracking." It's very easy to misread them.
Your description of the Buster and Cupcake reunion warms my heart :-).
Susan, it's nice, isn't it? It's like they've been through the requisite drama and are secure and comfortable together.
It's a good thing I've decided to pony up for decent apartment though since it's beginning to look like she's going to need a bit of closet space ;)
I wish you lived closer so you could help me figure out what to wear on my date Saturday night.
Makro - I love misreading signs, and I love it that there are No Fracking signs in your neighborhood!
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