The Bear Bitch’s Project

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Whatta hoot! Thanks for sharing, Lynch!

Is it possible to read 14 books at once? I think so.

In movies: tired, dejected man comes home from a disasterous day at work. Greeted at the door by his loyal dog with eyes filled with unconditional love, the day’s stress and anxiety melts away.

In my world: tired Bear comes home from a sluggish, seemingly endless day at work. Greeted at the door by a huge, heavy box filled with lovely hardbound books, the never-ending day at work is forgotten.

Nothing redeems a crappy day at work quite like coming home to find a box of books from Amazon waiting for you.

You obviously know who I am (as my YM account is different
from my actual e-mail account and is little known even amongst actual friends)
yet refuse to reveal who you are. Fine. That’s your prerogative. But
obviously you don’t know me well enough. Didn’t think I’d get
mad at your little mystery game? Well, look me up in the dictionary .

Bear [ber] plural bears

Definition:

1. large furry animal: a
large strong omnivorous four-legged animal that has thick shaggy fur
and sharp claws, and walks on the flat of its paws. Family Ursidae.

2. somebody easily annoyed: somebody regarded as ill-tempered
(
informal
)

I forgot to modify the privacy settings on my MySpace page. Sorry about that and thanks for bringing it to my attention. Its open to the public now. Enjoy! - Bibliophile Bear

I’ve finally fixed up my MySpace page.
Check it out: Bibliophile Bear

In relation to the Sept. 22 blog:

When Pandora opened her box and released all misfortunes on mankind, she also released Hope; that without which man would fall into despair in the face of all sorrow. Hope is what we hold on to and what holds us down in the tempest. In other words, it is what keeps us from going insane or falling into extreme depression.
As humans, our instinct and sense of self preservation compels us to hold onto this hope with all our might, and, as we see in the myth of Pandora, that is usually the right thing to do, but we should also know when it is actually more prudent to cut the anchor lose and allow the current to drag us away.
Most of the time, the best thing is to hang onto something with all your might and weather the storm, but when you find yourself left with the desolation, you start thinking that you would have been better off letting go and taking your chances with wherever it is the current will wash you ashore.
I have dragged my anchor everywhere and for the past couple of years, it has proven to be a great foundation, but now that the tide has receded and everything seems to be coming full circle, I’m begining to think that I should have just let the tide carry me away.
Then again, I probably wasn’t strong enough to cut the chains of the anchor anyway. My sense of self preservation was too strong and the alternative of spiraling into the black hole of despair isn’t exactly appealing.
But in the darkest night, any light, even the faintest, will still dispel the gloom. Would that have been the better decision?
Am I making any sense?