August 15, 2006
Unintentional pet
I have a mouse in my apartment and he's a crafty bastard. Twice now he has brazenly appeared as I sat here at the computer. Taunting me.
It was subtle, but I perceived a dark motion out of the corner of my eye Saturday evening as I struggled with a complicated search string that would yield photos of Parker Posey's boobies. When I turned to look, there he was... just ambling along. Totally ambivalent to my presence.
I immediately went down the street to the hardware store to pick up some traps. At the behest of a friend I agreed to get the non-lethal variety. I am sure you are going to ask...
Well, what are you going to do with the mouse once you catch him? You're not just going to let him go again are you?
That is an excellent question and I honestly do not have an answer for you. Fortunately for us both, the question has been rendered irrelevant as it appears that the mouse in question is much smarter than me and has successfully avoided every one of the traps. This, despite the medley of what I assumed to be irresistible rodent comestibles that I lovingly placed deep within the little plastic traps.
It has been three days now.
So now we are at a draw. I have refused to go food shopping since the weekend because I am certainly not going to support a freeloader and the mouse has decided to try to wait me out. I am pretty sure he's trying to get into my head because after my first two sightings I swear that I see him all the time, but I can never be sure. A flash here. A rustle there. Something low and fast out of the corner of my eye. Goddamn you, you mouse!
I think I am going to win but I'm really not sure.
August 13, 2006
Pre-Fabricated Concrete Coal Bunker
Wow.
The Bonzo Dog Band is reuniting for a tour this November. I'm actually excited about this. I made a lot of enemies for liking this band in high school because they are certainly an acquired taste. However if you like Monty Python, it's not a difficult jump to make. In fact there was much cross-pollination and interplay between the two.
I found their albums in my uncle's record collection and immediately fell in love with them. Their quirky British humor backed up with excellent musicianship and impressive studio prowess sold me from the first track of their first album "Gorilla" released in 1966. Each subsequent album got better and better as they experimented more and more. Sadly, by 1970 the fun was over. Yes, there was a contractually obligated reunion album in 1972, but I never really liked that one as much as the first four releases.
And now they are back.
Unfortunately, at this point it looks to be limited to the UK. I wonder if they could be persuaded to come stateside? What would that take... some letter writing campaign? Hmmmmm. Interesting.
August 08, 2006
Bag drag
I was pulled aside again today for a random bag inspection on the subway. This makes three times. I must be part of some control group, don't 'cha think? Or maybe the NYPD needs the practice and likes to break in new recruits with me. Either way, it caught me in one of my frequent bad moods as I had just missed the train and I had not had any coffee yet.
I'm not sure what it is that makes me such an appealing target for this, but I assume it must be related to my apparently irresistible allure to all manner of insane street life. Perhaps it is a variation on that. Either a refinement or a mutation. You decide.
August 07, 2006
Odd and Eloquent
Fight for Net Neutrality. It's important. Very important. www.wearetheweb.org
August 02, 2006
"Our relations are much more important than potatoes"
French fries quietly return to the House of Representatives cafeteria.
Now that was a solid and useful protest. The argument sort of lost its teeth, however, when it turned out our "so-called ally" was right. Oh well.
