Love in the Time of Al Gore

He's all, "now wait just a second!", or something.

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From time to time, we need to step back and remember why it is we do the things we do.  Some things we do because we have to - going to the dentist, for instance.  No one loves seeing the dentist, save, I suppose, dentists' spouses, and even they fall into ruts, and yes, that was a cavity joke.

But this post isn't about periodontic passion.  It's about restoring the very intimate connection each of us have with things that matter to us.  I, for one, love correcting people's spelling and grammar errors, especially those of eating and drinking establishments.  I care greatly for supercheap whiteboards, and you should too.  I also love misleading link text, like this solar array in New Mexico.

And I started this blog because I care deeply about contributing my resources - snarkitude and broadband internet access - to solving what I feel is our generation's defining challenge: growing our planet from 6 billion people to 9 billion people by 2050 using an energy source other than the several we're currently depleting at a dizzying pace.  No less than the welfare of posterity is on the line.  And I like wagers where you go all in, even though we kinda went all in by accident on this one.  We played with house money for the past two centuries, and we just realized the house is on the brink of bankruptcy.  A bankruptcy that falls under one jurisdiction only - Mother Nature's.  And let's just say she's doesn't plan on abiding by the Bankruptcy Abuse Prevention and Consumer Protection Act of 2005 (BAPCPA).  On a side note, the house seems to be well-stocked on nested analogies.

So let's all drink up (we, uh, we're drinking, right?) to reaffirming our personal convictions in this world of ours, whatever they may be.  Whether it be a love of golf, an aching desire to see the ice caps, or just a burning need to Facebook friend all the living cast members of Cheers.  What matters is not the object of our pursuit, but rather, our pursuit.  Damn, yo.  That's some fortune cookie ish right there...

I leave you with something that should make you all smile, unless you're the type that hates synchronized puppy play.