Daily Holidays October 29

[Sherman A1]

Hug a Sheep Day Hug A Sheep Day was started to celebrate all the fantastic sheep that exist all the world over, from those in the wild to those domesticated and living a life giving us the warmth and comfort of wool. The original Hug A Sheep Day was set on the birthday of Punkin, the first sheep the Crazy Sheep Lady of Equinox Farms ever called her own. Punkin was rescued from the Bluegrass Stockyards in 1992 to prevent something bad from happening to him. https://www.daysoftheyear.com/days/hug-a-sheep-day/

Cat Day Cat Day was first created by Colleen Paige, a strong animal welfare advocate, to bring attention to the plight of the domestic cat. Cat’s are closely tied to humans, whether as pets or as feral animals ranging throughout cities and towns. As pets they are dearly loved and have been the source of some of the most ridiculous memes on the internet, and have brought joy and laughter to millions of people around the world. https://www.daysoftheyear.com/days/cat-day/

Internet Day Internet Day celebrates the origin of the very first internet transmission ever sent, and from it the utterly world-changing series of events that followed. People are able to video conference from around the world, and the information is stored and transmitted at unbelievable rates between computers and friends and family. Enhanced Reality is becoming a reality, with Digital Overlays available for real world things, seamlessly combining the world of the internet with the one we walk around in every day. https://www.daysoftheyear.com/days/internet-day/


http://www.famousbirthdays.com/october29.html

[TexasTowelie]

1. No sheep nearby to hug,

but I have the other two occasions covered.

[Sherman A1]

2. We all do the best we can

during these troubled times in which we live. Your efforts to celebrate these vitally important holiday are appreciated and make a significant contribution to us all.


No sheep or cats here (not a big fan of them myself) So I will just have to do some intenetty stuff!!

[malthaussen]

3. If you can't hug 'em, you can always sing about them.

Or recite a little Kipling about 'em:

"Gentlemen-Rankers"

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant's something less than kind.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We're little black sheep who've gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha' mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!

Oh, it's sweet to sweat through stables, sweet to empty kitchen slops,
And it's sweet to hear the tales the troopers tell,
To dance with blowzy housemaids at the regimental hops
And thrash the cad who says you waltz too well.
Yes, it makes you cock-a-hoop to be "Rider" to your troop,
And branded with a blasted worsted spur,
When you envy, O how keenly, one poor Tommy being cleanly
Who blacks your boots and sometimes calls you "Sir".

If the home we never write to, and the oaths we never keep,
And all we know most distant and most dear,
Across the snoring barrack-room return to break our sleep,
Can you blame us if we soak ourselves in beer?
When the drunken comrade mutters and the great guard-lantern gutters
And the horror of our fall is written plain,
Every secret, self-revealing on the aching white-washed ceiling,
Do you wonder that we drug ourselves from pain?

We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth,
We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung,
And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.
God help us, for we knew the worst too young!
Our shame is clean repentance for the crime that brought the sentence,
Our pride it is to know no spur of pride,
And the Curse of Reuben holds us till an alien turf enfolds us
And we die, and none can tell Them where we died.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We're little black sheep who've gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha' mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!



-- Mal

[femmocrat]

4. Isn't every day Cat Day on the internet?

[meow2u3]

5. EVERY day is National Cat Day on DU!