Sunday, August 31, 2008

Public Service Announcement



Don't eat skwerl brains.

A squirrel's brain is said to be the size of a ping-pong ball. Thus, a squirrel theoretically can have a higher IQ than the bulk of radio hosts and TV pundits but likely lower than most members of Congress.

Some might dismiss or even take offense to such notions, but keep in mind the modifiers "bulk," "likely" and "most."

Less theoretical but still open to debate is what happened a decade ago to a number of people in western Kentucky who consumed squirrel brains.

Here's the skinny: They died, which itself is not remarkable among persons age 56 to 78. However, what they died from gave some learned folks reason to pause.

The deaths were caused by Creutzfeld-Jakob disease, wrote behavioral neurologist Eric Weisman in the British medical journal The Lancet. Creutzfeld-Jakob disease is the human variant of an incurable, brain-destroying malady known in its animal forms as scrapie in sheep and goats, mad cow in cattle and chronic wasting disease in deer, elk and moose.

Neither scrapie nor chronic wasting disease has been known to pass into humans. Mad cow, however, has killed people who ate diseased beef.

Eating squirrel brains is a not-uncommon practice in rustic parts of the South. Janet Norris Gates, an oral historian based in Frankfort, Ky., told the Associated Press that during her childhood in Tennessee, squirrel brain was haute cuisine.

"In our family, we saw it as a prized piece of meat," she said.


Should I even have to pass along this tidbit? We all know that terrorists just ain't right in the head, and skwerls are some of the most pervasive and nasty terrorists on earth.

Stew up their little haunches in some onion and red wine, but remove their heads first and dispose of them properly. Please.

You're welcome.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Sunny Saturday

We finally have our DirecTV connection and, barring some unforeseen catastrophe, I will be able to sit in MY living room and watch The Closer on Monday night.

And FoxNews the rest of the time.

Rick tackled the backyard mowing this morning and scared up four enormous wood rats. They each promptly scurried under the house.

I'm going to buy some rat poison this afternoon. My trusty Daisy varmint gun is also nearby.

Can someone explain to me why people in non-arid locales would want to plant yuccas? They vicious and pervasive and vigorous and quite difficult to eliminate. Not to mention they just don't *belong* in any landscape other than a gravel-covered lawn in Tucson.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

One down, fourteen more to go

I managed not to make a complete idiot of myself, I think, tonight. The class is an interesting menagerie of folks. A couple of them are of limited English proficiency by way of their immigration status, but the majority are just regular Joes.

It's kinda fun and different to teach college-age folks. The level of motivation is much different than in high school. These people WANT to get a college degree and realize that they have to pass this course before they can embark upon that journey. We talked tonight about job openings and salaries... on CareerBuilder.com and Monster.com, whenever you try to apply for jobs that pay $35K to $45K or more, it's almost a guarantee that "excellent communication skills" are a high priority. Anyone can go around and dig up an $8/hour job doing something brainless, but when you want to succeed and do better, you gotta belly up to the bar and learn to write and speak like a moderately-educated individual.

Let's hope I can help them along this pathway.

Stuff

Well, the Dish Network guy came today and it's a no-go. Too many trees in the way of their low-in-the-eastern-sky satellite cluster. DirecTV, however, won't have that problem. They'll be here Friday to install their service.

Which means that I shouldn't have to miss next Monday's episode of The Closer.

I am pathetic.

I'm headed out to the college to teach a College Prep course for students who want to take college classes but didn't pass a proficiency exam. Y'all say a little prayer for me tonight that I don't completely botch this thing. We need the $$.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Seen over at Dustbury

Boy, like THIS one is a big surprise...


Your result for The Perception Personality Image Test...

NFPC - The Artist

Nature, Foreground, Big Picture, and Color


You perceive the world with particular attention to nature. You focus on what's in front of you (the foreground) and how that fits into the larger picture. You are also particularly drawn towards the colors around you. Because of the value you place on nature, you tend to find comfort in more subdued settings and find energy in solitude. You like to deal directly with whatever comes your way without dealing with speculating possibilities or outcomes you can't control. You are in tune with all that is around you and understand your life as part of a larger whole. You are a down-to-earth person who enjoys going with the flow.








The Perception Personality Types:


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Take The Perception Personality Image Test at HelloQuizzy



This was actually a VERY interesting quiz. Go take it and report your results in the comments or on your own blog (and link back here so I can go see).

Bleeding heart neighbors

If I lived next door to this woman, I might just have to set her straight:

Woman Saves 150 Squirrels From Fay's Floodwaters
One Altamonte Springs woman turned her home into a shelter for the animals. She had 150 squirrels in her kitchen. The animals were found in puddles of water after Fay's strong wind forced them from treetops.


It's one thing to care for stranded people, but A HUNDRED AND FIFTY SKWERLS? You gotta be joking. Can you imagine what this woman's kitchen must've looked like after the terizt rodentz got finished with it?

If I had a hundred and fifty skwerls in MY kitchen, they would durn sure be in my Crockpot stewing slowly in red wine with some sliced onions and garlic.

Florida had the chance to be rid of A HUNDRED AND FIFTY of these vile pests, but noooooo -- Mary Jane Eisner had to go and foul up THAT golden opportunity.

Idgit.

BEST. TV. EVAR.

I just want to say that the quality of The Closer episodes this season has been exceptionally good... perhaps the best season yet. I watched last night's episode over at the old house, since the Dish Network is still connected over there until tomorrow, and holy COW it was one of the best episodes I've seen to date.

I fear I am irrevocably hooked. I don't care whether Kyra Sedgwick's accent is authentic or not (and I know that many people quibble about this). Her character is immensely believable -- as are the plot lines and premise of the series.

I especially love how they're doing a lot of character development with all the members of the Priority Homicide division this season.

If there's only one minor problem that I have with the series (and it's only a minor one), it's that I don't know anyone who would put up with Brenda's bizarre personality quirks as well as Fritz. He's almost TOO forgiving. But I don't mind it too much. All God's children got issues, and she's dealing with hers the same as the rest of us.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Rachl Lukis also hates skwerls.

Rachl doesn't mince words... if adult language bothers you, don't go visit her blog. But she hates skwerls as much as I do and recognizes their inherent dangers.

The terizt skwerls don't just molest those of us in the US or the UK... they even ply their evil trade in Neutral Switzerland.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Soggy sog sog

No complaints, really... we sure did need this rain. Plus, it makes a LOT of roofline quirks more readily apparent! Rick now knows exactly where things drain and where things need to be fixed ASAP.

I still hate meetings. We didn't have to sit through any today, since they gave us a day to work in our rooms, but tomorrow there are lots more super-boring irritating stupid state-mandated torture sessions on the schedule. Blech!!

I haven't taken a single picture. What is wrong with me? I think I'm just overwhelmed with so much to do that I'm not particularly inspired to photograph any of it. I should, though, so that when I get discouraged that we're not making any progress, I can remind myself of where it all began.

It appears that I will be teaching a college-prep English class at the local community college in nearby Gainesville (TX, not FL). I am actually kind-of excited about this. First of all, it's a once-a-week evening class that's three hours long, so it's not a huge time commitment. Second, it's a little extra $$ that is very VERY much needed. I don't have a master's, so I can't actually teach a college-level class, but their college-prep department doesn't require a master's because it's a class that catches people up enough to handle a real college English class. We hope.

Any-hoo, they use a specific curriculum, so there's very little for me to come up with. Should be an interesting experience, at any rate.

**********WARNING: ANGRY RANT TO FOLLOW**********

I just went out and bought the school-supply lists for two of my three children. EVERY SINGLE YEAR this is an issue -- the teachers request portfolio folders in six different colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple) and these portfolios MUST HAVE pockets AND brads. It never fails, though, that Wal-Mart has absolutely scads and scads of portfolios with POCKETS and a few with BRADS but absolutely NONE with pockets AND brads. I actually pegged my irate-o-meter in the aisle at the store, because I knew that this meant I'd have to drive to Sherman or Denton to find the d@m things and that I may not be able to find them there either. And I couldn't swear, even under my breath, because Martha was with me.

Why can't Wal-Mart just get rid of the stupid pocket portfolios that clutter up a whole school-supply aisle by themselves and ORDER MORE OF THE COMBINATION ONES? Particularly when Wal-Mart is the ONLY PLACE IN THIS ENTIRE STUPID HICK TOWN THAT SELLS SCHOOL SUPPLIES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

<kicking and screaming>

&#@$%!*&$#@%$$@#!(#%#@!%*#(%$&%*#

No, I don't feel any better, because I still don't have the d@m portfolios with POCKETS AND BRADS.

I hate school supplies. And I know that they need them, because I'm on the other end of the issue making out a school supply list to hand to all my art students on their first day of class, and I know that all the parents are going to hate me with a white-hot hate when they get it. But the district can't give me any budget money this year, so I don't really have a choice.

@#$&%(@#*#&%*!@&$*%(#^%*@(#&*#($&%

Monday, August 18, 2008

It's Tuesday and it's raining

Blessed rain came today and is forecast for the next few days as well. We sure do need it. But it also makes for a very humid living environment in a house with the windows open. I've all but given up on my hair at this point, I think.

Today was the first day back at school, with the requisite horrible boring meetings that I hate and that waste my time. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate meetings? I think I did once or twice. There's only so much doodling I can stand to do before I just can't sit there and take it anymore.

Our internet and TV is still on at the old house, though, so I had to drive over here on the pretense of getting a few necessary items so I could check my e-mail and watch The Closer. Plus, it's dry inside this house.

The new house still smells horrible. I'm quite sure it's the soured carpets. We have GOT to get those nasty floors out of there and replace them with hardwood or laminate or something. Why do some people think it's okay to destroy a place and let it get this bad? Although it's the only way we could've afforded this much space... but still! Do we have to be completely disgusting? Really?

I really wanted out of the Pink Carpet Castle, but I really REALLY hate moving and not knowing where anything is. I'll be glad when this part is over and things settle down. Yeah, I know -- I'm delusional. Things will never settle down. [sigh] I can dream, no?

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Pictures of the inside of the house

Before all the junk got moved into the new house, I took some pictures. You can go see them on my Facebook profile if you're interested. I don't have time to resize them for the blog right at this moment.

UPDATE: Resized and uploaded for your viewing enjoyment!

The kitchen


The dining room


The entryway


The master bedroom


We slept there last night and it wasn't too bad. We opened all the windows and let the fans blow the breezes through. Very, very pleasant. I think I'm going to like living there... particularly once we get Nortex to come wire up our interwebz.

Funny thing, though -- we brought the animals over last night and Dude refused to come out of the pet carrier all night and most of the day. I brought him out for a little while, and he did the smell-smell-smell-smell-smell-smell-smell thing everywhere, but then I carried him back to the food dishes and the litterbox and he went back into the carrier on his own. I think the house must've had big dogs or lots of cats or something, because he is officially FREEKED. He'll eventually come out when he's hungry, I'm guessing.

If y'all are driving south on I-35 and you'll be coming through north Texas, let me know and I'll stir up a pitcher of lemonade or something for youz! We're a block from the interstate and super-easy to find.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Tomorrow... tomorrow... tomorrow...

Rick has spent the past two days working to get the house inhabitable. He just got home and says it's ready to go. The dishwasher and disposal are working, the toilets are flushing, and the upstairs ACs are ready to cool.

"There are plenty of brown recluses, too," he announced gaily. "I killed two. One got away, but I know where he lives."

[shudder]

Tomorrow we'll be moving as much as can be moved. I'm not going to be doing that, of course -- my job will be to measure for mini-blinds and to go get some so we can sleep there tomorrow night.

Expect pictures.

Quote of the day

"Russia has lots of tanks, but NO tank is enough to crush the will of a free people."

-Mikhail Saakashvili

Had to stay up

I had to find out how the girls' gymnastics all-around competition went... yay USA! Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson ROCK. And they're REALLY the ages they say they are. That bronze medalist from China cannot be more than twelve. I don't have sour grapes; we have great gymnasts. I just wish Commies knew how to follow rules and tell the truth. They seem to have a pathological propensity for lies... it's what keeps their whole system running. And our NBC journalists are practically falling all over themselves to praise the Chinese system and how wonderful it is.

Phfft. Bunch of useful idiots.

I bought some time-release melatonin the other day and I took them the past two nights. WOW that stuff works and works well. It didn't make me all druggy-feeling, but I went to sleep and stayed asleep all night long. So nice! Thanks to Aunty Patti and Chicky for the suggestion.

I'd already be in bed tonight but my guts are extremely growly and gurgly and I'm not sure I wouldn't have to get up every five minutes to run to the bathroom. That usually happens after I have one of the protein drinks which I have to consume in lieu of one of my three daily meals. The particular kind of protein I got is quite palatable, really, considering how disgusting I have found protein drinks to be in the past. But they don't really agree with my digestive system at the moment. I think that's the idea, though -- I need to consume a LOT of protein because so little of it actually gets absorbed by my shortened digestive tract.

Today was another educational class at my surgeon's office, and I was gratified to see that they're really teaching the right stuff -- none of this "You may NEVER eat another bite of ice cream in your life EVER AGAIN" kind of thing. She encouraged us to eat sensibly, instead of telling us we should be on a diet. Lordy, if we could diet successfully, we wouldn't be in the position we're in. She gave us practical, real-life tips on post-op eating that can easily carry me through the rest of my life.

Looks like we may actually be moving this weekend. Still so much more work to do. After puttering around with the circuit box, Rick discovered that pretty much everything in the entire house is wired onto one circuit. Sheesh. What kind of idiot does that? If you turn on all the lights, it'll flip the breaker. Dorkuses. Any-hoo, the thing I'm going to try to work on over there tomorrow is window treatments. Not finished-product kind of things, just cheap mini-blinds that can give us privacy until we're able to do something nicer. I feel a bit useless since I won't really be able to do much of anything in the way of actually MOVING -- I can't lift much of anything for at least another three weeks. But I think I could pop in a few mini-blinds.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Thank you, Dr. Rob

I wish more doctors had this attitude toward people. Please go and read it all the way through; it's not long.

Second impressions

Today JoeMama, Manita and Baby Ava, and the kids and I went to the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth to see the collection of Impressionist works on loan from Chicago. It was fun to see them again, since RedFish and I had previously seen them in Chicago when we the two of us took a road trip there.

Before we went to the museum, we went to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, Arizola's in Lake Worth, and I had the avocado enchiladas. I would've had fajitas or something adventurous, but my toothache prevented it. Other than that, though, I was able to consume food without fear of yacking it up afterward. It's still a very unfamiliar feeling, but it's one I think I could get used to.

One of the many fascinating paintings on display at the Kimbell is this one by Pierre Auguste Renoir of his son Jean sewing. Apparently Jean had such splendid hair that his father refused to allow it to be cut until he was seven and it was required for school. I have to agree -- Jean's hair was amazing. As an adult, Jean Renoir was a noted film director.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

To chew or not to chew


This is what a Root Canal procedure looks like. First, an unhealthy tooth with an abscessed root. Second, the tooth is drilled out down to the pulp. Third, a little rasp-thingy clears infected pulp and stuff from the tooth's root and the resulting empty canal is disinfected. Fourth, the empty canals are filled with a bio-compatible rubber substance and the tooth is crowned.

This is what my dentist told me today that I need. I started having a major toothache yesterday, so this morning I called her office begging them to work me in. She took a look, x-rayed it, and pronounced it in serious need of a root canal.

And this costs $890.

So it's either a root canal or we replace our almost-dead TV. We were just looking at LCD TVs the other day at Sam's Club... not big ones, mind you. Our TV, which is at least ten years old, has begun losing its color balance, so we're watching everything in yellow unless we whack the side of it just right. It's been a very good TV, but it's at the end of a reasonable TV lifespan.

I may be able to live with a gap in my back teeth.

Decisions.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Speling errers ar reely jest "variant spellings"

Bad spelling 'should be accepted'

Ken Smith of Bucks New University says the most common mistakes should be accepted as "variant spellings".

Mr Smith, a criminology lecturer, said: "Instead of complaining about the state of the education system as we correct the same mistakes year after year, I've got a better idea.

"University teachers should simply accept as variant spellings those words our students most commonly misspell.


I wonder if he also thinks that shoplifting and underage drinking should also just be accepted as variant lifestyle choices? He IS a criminology lecturer, after all... and we should just accept those minor criminal things our students most commonly get in trouble for, right?

YYYEEEAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!



That yell was for the US men's 4x100 freestyle relay team... who SMASHED the French favorites and DEMOLISHED the world record.

Best Olympic moment to date.




Photo above is of Alain Bernard, smack-talking Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkey Frenchie, when he discovered he'd been PWNED by USA. I found it over at LA Snark.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

No Schadenfreude here, no way. [snicker]

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Our internet is REALLY spotty. I can't use the wi-fi at all, and the hard connection is twitchy at best.

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How am I feeling? Pretty decent, mostly. I went the entire day today without pain medication. It kind-of still burns a bit, though. And how's this to top it off -- I have a dull throbbing toothache way back in the lower right side of my mouth. I do NOT want to go to the dentist. Yuggh. I first noticed it right after surgery and I figured it was just soreness and scraping from the anesthesia apparatuses. But if it's still around now, it must not just be that. Dangit.

I'm still not really able to sleep on my side, which means it takes me six forevers to fall asleep at night. I lie there on my back, feeling wide awake, even though just five minutes ago I was yawning nonstop in the living room... and I lie there, hearing earworm after earworm run roughshod over my imagination. First it's every one of Bach's Inventions (which aren't exactly soothing in their mathematical precision), then it switches to some obscure song from an animated musical I saw when I was a little kid which keeps re-upping itself. Isn't there something that can pinpoint the precise location where the soundtrack to the original Charlotte's Web movie is stored, so I can have it lasered out of my longterm memory? It's driving me nuts. Debbie Reynolds and Agnes Moorehead did a terrific job and all, but it's time to put it to rest, people.

Okay, I'm going to give the sleeping thing another go. Wish me luck.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Your favorite part?

What was YOUR favorite part of the Beijing Opening Ceremonies?

I think it's a tie for me, between the giant Tai Chi circles and the raindrop box thingies... but I loved it all. It was really, really beautiful.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

I *so* want to see this

Doctor Who and Captain Picard do Hamlet in Stratford-upon-Avon

The Royal Shakespeare Company usually draws genteel, theater-loving crowds to the serene town of Stratford, the playwright's birthplace. It has never seen anything like the fan frenzy surrounding a new production of "Hamlet" that stars not one but two science fiction icons: David Tennant, hero of the British Broadcasting Corp.'s beloved "Doctor Who," and Patrick Stewart of "Star Trek: The Next Generation."


I might have to dust off the passport for this one... I've always been rather fond of Stewart (who I once declared The Sexiest Man On Television), and I've enjoyed the brilliantly quirky new iteration of Doctor Who quite a lot as well. The two of them on stage together in Hamlet has to be pure electricity.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

A new houseguest

Found in the bathtub this morning: a baby gecko. Isn't he adorable? I let him go on the kitchen windowsill; there should be something to eat for him there.

R. I. P. George

George was a very good, sweet bunny-boy, but he was also well along in years when he came to live with us. He never bit, but always loved skritches and gave me bunny-kisses when I pet him. We will miss him. We had a very nice funeral for him in the backyard.

Rest in peace, Georgie.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Iron Chef


Morimoto is unstoppable, I swear.

Tonight's Iron Chef ingredient was curry. I should have known right then that I needed to change the channel, but it was too late.

Morimoto actually made a curry stew with WAGYU BEEF. I had to wipe the drool from my chin watching him slice the stuff.

After the show, I just couldn't stand it anymore. I took some of my pre-made pav bhaji, which is super-spicy but very smooth, and mixed it with a can of coconut milk. I warmed it and ate it like a nice vegetable soup. Well, of course, I could only eat, like, ten bites of it -- my tummy is still very sore and I can't eat very much. But I enjoyed those ten bites. It needed a smidge of salt but I was too lazy to get back up and get the saltshaker. Pathetic, no?

Rick finished the rest quite gladly. "This needs some chunks of beef in it to be perfect," he noted.

"I know. Some strips of Wagyu beef, right?"

He closed his eyes and just sighed. I think he teared up a little bit, too.

Someday, maybe.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Cool news

Farm worker receives double arm transplant

Surgeons have performed the world’s first double arm transplant.

The 16-hour operation was carried out last Friday on a farm worker who lost both arms in an accident.

The 54-year-old man was given the arms of a teenage boy who is believed to have died in a road crash.

Plastic surgeon Professor Edgar Biemer and his colleague Christof Hoehnke led a surgical team of 30 to perform the operation at a clinic in Munich.

The patient, who lost his arms in a threshing machine six years ago, is said to be recovering well from the surgery. Doctors said he regained consciousness on Sunday and smiled at his wife.

So does this mean he won't have to hire any extra hands anymore?