Just Talking

I've been loafing around DeviantArt a lot the last two days, snooping at various things and putting my own works up. Be warned, DeviantArt has some material that may be offensive if you do not have the filter on! Mostly I've been looking through other's pages. One Deviant (That's what we call ourselves) is a sixteen year old from ... Sweden? Denmark? No...um, Dutch, so Netherlands! She draws, and she draws so well some of her artwork you can't tell it is a drawing, like this one.

Today Tash and I played a ton of L4D2. Laughed a lot, died a lot, and squabbled with Bert a lot. Bert is the name we gave the Artificial Intelligence that runs the game. We decided it was a he, and he was a man in a business suite, who pressed buttons to give or take away what you need in game.

We went for a walk afterward, and found the body of Pigeon. It was horrible. He had been dead a long time, but his eyes were still open. His body was decayed but his eyes seemed, not alive, but left intact somehow. I wished I could hug him - a living, breathing, okay him - but I knew he was gone, so of course I didn't touch him. We walked back to the house feeling considerably more depressed than when we had began our walk. Jays is gone as well, and we hope he had simply wandered away, but we think he's dead as well.

On one had I could say they were only cats, but I think if a person looks at an animal that is in pain or has died and says 'that is only a dog/cat/horse/what have you', then they aren't that far from saying 'oh, that is just a homeless person' or 'that is just a black kid', 'why should we care?'.

I said it once before, and I'll say it again. Not all animals are humans, but all humans are animals.