“Miracle” Anti-aging stuff?  Yep, seems so. .. .

Backstory–this scientist was doing anti-aging research, and  found something that seemed to work really well with rats.  Then again, who wants  bunch of spry old rats running around?  Well, she did some FDA protocol human trials, and the stuff seems to work on people.  She is marketing it under the name “Juvenon”–google it for loads of info on the clinical trials and stuff.

Anyway, I wanted to try it, but didn’t want to pay the price, which is more than I can afford.  All it is, is a combination of acetyl l-carnitine (whihc SuSu takes anyway) and alpha lipoic acid (which I take–neat symmetry, huh?)  Anyway, I couldn’t find the recommended dosage of the stuff, but a rival product says to take 400 mg of carnitine and 200 of ALA–one to three times a day.  Then I found another product,  a generic marketed by Rexall and sold at Wal-Mart) which says much the same thing–and it is affordable, at $8.52/60 capsules.  (Yes, I loathe and abhor Wal-mart, like many others.  And like many others, I sometimes hold my nose and shop there, thus being a sort of accomlice after the fact to their many crimes and misdemeanors.  But I digress…..)

I have been taking it for about a week.  I sleep better, have more energy and fewer aches and pains.  Then again, the damned disease that SuSu and I  share is noted for its cruel and inhumane way of easing up on the symptoms for a while, then lowering the boom on you just when you start being more active.  So it may be too soon to tell.  But I am optimistic.

Which, given my spiritual and visual leanings, makes me an optimistic gnostic  presbyoptic astigmatic.

Thank God, I don’t have asthma. . . . .

Aw, I miss ALL the fun!

Early this afternoon, I got home from a shopping trip to town, the most excitement being that I found some bargains in vitamins and cat food.  As I get out of my car, my next-door neighbor stops by to tell me that the local gas station had been robbed that morning while I was out.

The perp had been shot in the process, fled on foot, and had been hiding behind my cabin.  He was eventually apprehended.  I suspect that meth and/or alcohol was involved.  Competant robbers have getaway cars.

It is probably just as well that I wasn’t home.  Macho dude that I am, I probably would have grabbed one of the four handguns I have in my cabin and apprehended the mutt myself, and might have shot him again.  (I really hate these clowns who give criminals a bad name.) 

Then I would be giving a statement to the troopers right now, instead of just  blogging about it.

Film at eleven.

Senate Votes to Rape ANWR

I saw the headline in the paper today.  Ted Stevens and his rich corrupt cronies finally managed to beg, borrow and steal enough votes in the Senate to open up ANWR to oil drilling.  Thus some of the last pristine Arctic wilderness on the planet goes down the toilet, so that Joe Sixpack can drive his fucking SUV to Wal-mart for a pair of undershorts made in China.  I am disgusted, but not surprised.  Thus far throughout history, the domesticated primates who infest this planet have shown all the restraint of a drunk in a whorehouse with regards to wisely using the available resources.

You know who’s really ticked off?  My grandfather, Red Eagle..  (Five-times great-grandfather, actually.)  He was one of the first radical Greens–wanted his tribe to eschew all European influences, even firearms, and go back to hunting with a bow and arrow.

I got a flash from him this morning.  “There will be great sorrow.  The earth will not take this intrusion lightly,” he told me.  So don’t be surprised if the drilling is accompanied by loss of life, or if there are major storms and whatnot when the drilling starts.

 Historical note:  He and his followers, the Red Sticks, took on andy jackson (we traditionally lower-case his hated name, as a sign of contempt), and lost–but only because jackson coerced a bunch of Cherokees into fighting for him. 

He rewarded them with the Trail of Tears.