Pizza … Boomerang???

January 14, 2012 12:11am
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One last post before yours truly turns in for the night – I suppose I’ll just leave this over here…

Watch for Giant, Creepy Possums

November 21, 2011 12:27am
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So Cleo and I were out on our nightly walk around the neighborhood, as we’re wont to do around this hour, and at one point during our journey we came across one of the most terrifying creatures this side of the swamp!

Now it’s kind of hard to make out in the picture because apparently iPhones suck for nighttime photography, but those beady, little eyes are attached to a possumbut not just any possum, mind you!  This was the most gigantic, well-fed possum that I’ve ever seen – easily the size of a well-fed house cat, and unlike most other possums that we encounter who tend to flee once Cleo sights them and starts going nuts, instead Big Bertha here just sat on its perch and stared down at us menacingly, as if it was sizing up Cleo (or me!) for its next meal.

I got as close as I could for the picture, but was afraid to inch any closer for fear of spooking the thing into lunging down at us!

Also, I actually don’t think that Cleo noticed him sitting on top of the six foot tall wall, otherwise she would’ve gone nuts and it’d have been every dog and human for themselves…

An Appetite for Destruction

November 19, 2011 6:52pm
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Yes, contrary to the fact that she somehow managed to chew the entire bottom out of her bowl, we do actually feed this puppy quite well…

(also, it now makes an even worse sound when she bangs it around on the bathroom floor while I’m still trying to sleep)

This is insane.

October 17, 2011 1:27am
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P.S. If you’re a fan of bears…

September 9, 2011 9:35pm
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Just watch it.

Oops, I did it again…

July 9, 2011 2:19pm
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So yeah – the final outcome of last night’s D&D game? Scott’s character died … again!

That’s what happens when you charge into battle and do something heroic without any regard for your own health, though, I suppose. Fortunately, the DM is feeling sympathy on me, considering that this was only our second session AND I haven’t even finished fleshing out the character yet AND mine was one of only two that died in the last game, so young Adran the (something I haven’t decided yet) will get the opportunity to hunt again by means of resurrection, on account of having perished in the act of saving the Duke’s daughter and all.

Note to Resurrected Self: ranged attacks save lives!

Orly Taitz is a crazy person.

May 9, 2011 9:25pm
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Have you ever really dug in deep with these birther folks?

I mean really deep – like up to your shoulders, wondering if you’re ever going to see your arms again! If you have, you’ve probably come across the sagelike lawyer/dentist/all around nutjob that is Orly Taitz…

Apparently Orly is pivotal in the birther movement, meaning that she’s known for tying up courtrooms around the country with any shred of “evidence” that she can get her paws on. It’s enough to almost make me feel good when Lawrence O’Donnell just tears into the lady halfway through the interview when it becomes clear that she has no intention of following the specific talking points that had been outlined for the show.

Of course, at least she can count on Stephen Colbert to give her a fair shake…

“You’ll agree that I just made an important point…”

Sorry, Sarah – not on my blog…

April 26, 2011 7:58pm
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There’s a feature built into Google AdSense, which I use for advertising on all of my websites, that allows the publisher to ban specific ads from displaying on their sites. It’s mainly intended to be used for competitive blocking so that Pepsi doesn’t have ads for Coke showing up on their site, and while I’ve never really felt the need to block any particular advertising with it in the past, last night when I posted a new update to my beloved pumpkin blog, I was presented with an opportunity that I simply couldn’t in good conscience ignore.


Hopefully this doesn’t cut into my tea-bagging, pumpkin-loving demographic, but Sarah Palin can just go peddle her political craziness someplace else!

So I just had an interesting experience!

I spent the better (?) part of this evening skinning a pumpkin and the time had come to dispose of the waste products of said agonizing process. Just in case you’re curious, while carving pumpkins is all in good fun, to actually remove the outer skin from them without cutting funny shapes for the eyes and nose is ridiculously more difficult, and if I could’ve done this recipe just with the canned stuff from the store, I totally would’ve … but I couldn’t, so I didn’t.

Anyways, naturally I had been doing all of this in the kitchen sink, so when done I just washed everything down the drain and figured, with the flick of a switch, the garbage disposal would whisk away all of my problems much as it has with many other types of food waste stuffs in the past! But this time it didn’t, and insult turned to injury as eventually the incessant grinding noises were accompanied by what I can only elegantly describe as a pea soup mixture that began backing up in the sink. Bits of pumpkin were mixed in, along with the odors of no doubt years worth of food garbages gone passed, and it was around that time that I had the distinct feeling that I was absolutely fucked.

Figuring that I’d leave it to settle its way out for a few minutes (and also because I thought I smelled a burning odor coming from the disposal), I stepped away and retreated to the Internet to verify my findings. The first article that I found wasn’t very promising…

“The slimy pumpkin pulp gums up disposals, sticks to the pipes then hardens like glue to choke your drains.”

Awesome. My drain was now choking on pumpkin remains.

Officially now in a panic, I turned to this article for pretty much any hare-brained idea that I could do myself at 3:00am to somehow miraculously prevent an embarassing call to the plumber on a Sunday morning. I tried using the toilet plunger, I tried dumping boiling water and salt down the drain, and surprising enough, what finally ended up working was me actually getting down there and tearing out the pipes themselves to fish the pumpkin gook out with my fingers! Take my word for it – it was unbelievably disgusting, and I’m not sure which was worse – the stench, the mess just before I got a bucket put in place, or wondering whether I’d actually be able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again when I was done!

As far as I can tell, it worked, and I can now run water through the drain without it clogging up. On the downside, the kitchen now smells like all of the nasty crap that had been lodged in the disposal over the years, just about every towel in the house is wet with pumpkin water, and I’m really tired.

Moral of the Story: time to buy a more manly garbage disposal

(as seen in our backyard, photographed behind the safety of the beak-proof glass that is our patio door)


Click to enlarge – 480×360 doesn’t exactly do these terrifying beasts justice.

More petrifying photos…

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