Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Lost Pets -- a Moral Decision

So I'm walking home from the bus through the back alley the other day, and I see a hastily put together poster for a Lost Cat that answers to the name of "Cindy".

Now Cindy the Cat has been lost for approximately 5 days at this point and her owners are worried sick about her. If you have any information on Cindy the Cat's whereabouts, you are asked to call XXX-XXXX.

CASH REWARD OFFERED

That last bolded sentence is the most loaded moral question that I have come across in quite some time. This is either an indication that I have a boring life, or that I'm so bored right now (on a break from class) that I can think of nothing else...

More to the point, as a general good-do'r and a fine upstanding citizen of my community, shouldn't it simply be expected that I would NOT take the reward?

I mean, think about it. Chances are that if I "find" Cindy, it's because she has somehow wandered into my back yard after hunting down one of the bazillion jack rabbits or magpies in my community. In other words, she found me and not vice versa... I doubt very much there are people that make their living by actually attempting to FIND a lost pet when they see the advertisements and then collecting the bounty!

So, with Cindy in hand, you have two options. To take the cash reward or not.

1. If you take the reward (remember, at most you've probably just stumbled across the pet), but really haven't done any work, are you TRULY entitled to a reward?

I mean, I suppose there are some caveats here. Maybe you had to feed the pet for a while, as you try to get in contact with the owners. Or maybe the little S.O.B. has crapped in a flower bed or torn out some flowers, or something like that, so you do have out of pocket expenses (to replace the flowers or even your opportunity cost to fixing the place up again).

2. But, if you take the reward, are you risking a social stigma?

I mean, really, who DOES take the reward these days? And, by taking the reward, is it not a signal that you could be that "pyscho" that kidnaps pets and holds out for the ransom...errrr, the reward?

Quite frankly, I'm not prepared to take that risk.



(P.S. It's only Wednesday -- Day 3 of a 5 day course. Depending on how slow things go, you may see more posts like this during the rest of this week)!

Does Facebook mean the death of Blogger?

Admittedly, I never update this blog anymore for four main reasons.

1. School / Work.

With more responsibility at work, plus with homework demands (when I'm in school), I'm finding that I have less and less time to actually sit down to pound out a blog entry. Or with the time I DO have, I prefer to work around the home rather than type up an entry.


2. Lack on interest / motivation.

You grow old and you do less crazy shit. For a blog that was DEDICATED to crazy shit performed by me and my friends, this may just create the death blow for this site. Notwithstanding my recent "homeless drunk" episode with the Blairs a few weeks ago, there are fewer and fewer "crazy stories" that come out of situations where we drink a case of Beer in Kelsey's living room.

Thus, with a lack of great content, it's only long periods of boredom (or hot button issues) that push me to write on here any more.


3. Does anyone read this?

I'm not tech savvy enough to include a feature that reports "you're blog was viewed X number of times this month". Without any feed back from people -- hell, even the fact that I have to DIRECT people to read this site -- I'm not too worried about not publishing anything because I know that no one is missing it.


4. Facebook.com

Facebook is in no ways a direct competitor to Blogger. But yet it IS a time-waster kind of site and that's why I no longer really blog. Trying to find your best friend from grade 2? Well...you can do that with Facebook whereas it's unlikely that same person will somehow stumble across your blog.

And when you consider that just today I gave a virtual dropkick to someone's head today in Facebook, that's a heck of a lot more fun than spending X minutes pounding out a blog entry.