Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

  Thanks to ‘ Global Warming ’ the extreme cold of the Winter season begins later and later each new year. Which suits me just fine, as that means that the worst chapter of the coldest season will also be delayed. My Nipples appreciate the tardiness, for this chapter brings us the dreadful  “Irritated Nipple Syndrome”. And it is a painful and torturous experience to say the least. Let me enlighten those of you who have no idea what  ‘INS’  is and how annoyingly discomforting the symptoms are. “Irritated Nipple Syndrome”  or  “INS” , for short, is believed to have started in the late  1950 ’s   with the invention of polyester . Prior to its invention, we wore high quality, usually hand-made,  “woollen clothing”. “Our nipples were kept warm and protected under the cover of very itchy, but super sufficient wool sweaters. Nipples were happy little buds. Soft and subtle little ‘pleasure buds   of joy’. As you more than likely already know, ev...

I post this every Fall or in this case winter as here in Canada Irated Nipple Syndrome is a reality. Mostly caused by our Northern winds and our lust for cheap polyester t-shirts.  I have been plagued with this horrifying disease for nigh on 61 years now. As fall has arrived I am once again plagued with the horrible INS, so, I am re-publishing a blog I wrote in November 2007 It seems to my contorted malformed outlook towards this self labeled existence your homo sapient species declare as humanity that as  “Atomic Mother Earth”  has another one of her annual menopausal temperature episodes, you are dancing in cohesion to her moods and wants. If my memory does not fail me, then, I recall that not just twenty-four hours ago I was strolling the Danforth in a T-shirt and blue jeans. I recall my endocentric annoyance at the sweat gathering in the furrow of my brow as I glinted from the warm brightness of the summer comparable sunlight. Yet, on this bright Thursday ...

As fall has arrived I am once again Plagued with the horrible INS, so, I am re-publishing a blog I wrote in November 2007 It seems to my contorted malformed outlook towards this self labeled existence your homo sapient species declare as humanity that as "Atomic Mother Earth" has another one of her annual menopausal temperature episodes, you are dancing in cohesion to her moods and wants. If my memory does not fail me, then, I recall that not just twenty-four hours ago I was strolling the Danforth in a T-shirt and blue jeans. I recall my endocentric annoyance at the sweat gathering in the furrow of my brow as I glinted from the warm brightness of the summer comparable sunlight. Yet, on this bright Thursday morn, "Atomic Mother Earth" has decided to plague me with the dreaded "Irritated Nipple Syndrome". My whole life I suffered from "INS". The symptoms of which is a debilitating and very sensitive soreness of the good old human teats. There is no...