The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Oh dear, Reen-pig has a mouse. Keep an eye on her.
Well, it’s still alive and it’s currently in your shoe.
*laugh* somehow that doesn’t surprise me.
Now it’s alive and in my boot.
/cut to picture of cat madly trying to stuff her whole head into a hiking boot/
In the end, the mouse was still in good enough shape to be chucked out of my boot into the front yard.
Last night, as we were watching television, Katy does a double-take and proceeds to ask me: “Are you aware that there’s a live mouse in the living room?”. Apparently, in a house with two cats that regularly bring in mice and the occasional robin (we’re still finding feathers all over the place), a tiny field mouse had managed to come in undetected and spend a large portion of the afternoon hiding in some newspapers that live right next to the cats food bowls!
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Katy managed to trap it in a glass and I chucked it out on the front lawn. That was dose of excitement for the evening.
We were in Leicester this past weekend and we had a pootle in the town center. The High Street is a magnet for God-botherers. There’s always a gaggle of Krishnas, and generally more than one dude-with-a-megaphone vying for your attention (and your money). It’s fairly innocuous. I overheard a reggae band singing a “remixed” version of Don’t worry, be happy. These guys though caught my attention:
I know they were probably going for the shock value to start a discussion, but something tells me that – by the looks they were getting – a lot of people were thinking of letting their fingers (or fists) do the talking.
I have recently discovered Motivated Photos, a mash-up site where people can submit demotivational posters. This is not good :)
As a side note, for those reading this on LJ, there’s a syndicated feed here: http://syndicated.livejournal.com/motivatedposter/profile
As well as having lots of pictures on my camera, I’ve been hoarding some comics that I’ve been wanting to post for a while now. Enjoy!
Once I get my flying insect phobia and Ben is a bit older, there will be serious business to be done!
Mooo, indeed.
Today’s tag line is now “Respect the poon”. Spread the word!
Phrase No. 51 is often followed by Phrase No. 52: “I’m fine”. This is your sign to beg forgiveness and/or run for the hills.
Nestled in the heart of a rose, his slumber cushioned by soft petals and his bushy tail, Dreamy the dormouse looks snoozily content. But life hasn’t always been so blissful. His seven-month hibernation was rudely interrupted when his mossy nest was dug up by an inquisitive dog. Discovered by the dog’s owner wide awake, if slightly bewildered, he was taken to the Secret World Wildlife Rescue Centre in Somerset, where staff fattened him up on hazelnuts and seeds before giving him a coconut shell in which to sleep away the rest of the winter.
So deep was his resumed slumber that he didn’t stir when called on for a photoshoot, with Dreamy being carefully placed in the rose after the centre petals had been plucked out. Dreamy is likely to snooze for another two months or so. Sanctuary founder Pauline Kidner said: ‘We’ll release him in April ready for him to find a Mrs Dormouse and form a new family.’
Saw this one yesterday. It seemed appropriate :)
I guess I must be overly sentimental, but watching this made me choke up a bit this morning. I don’t know why.
Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden…….
‘Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell?
‘Si, Luis eet smells like bacon to meee’.
So, with renewed strength, they struggle up the next sand dune, and there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon. There’s raw bacon, dripping with moisture .. there’s fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon… every imaginable kind of cured pig meat.
‘Pepe, Pepe, we ees saved! Eet EES a bacon tree!’
‘Luis, are you sure ees not a meerage? We ees in the Desert don’t forget.’
‘Pepe when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smeell like bacon…ees no meerage, ees a bacon tree’.
And with that …Luis races toward the tree. He gets to within 5 meters, with Pepe following closely behind, when all of a sudden a machine gun opens up and Luis is cut down in his tracks.
It is clear he is mortally wounded but, true friend that he is, he manages to warn Pepe with his dying breath.
‘Pepe…go back man,you was right…ees not a bacon tree.’
‘Luis Luis, mi amigo…what ees it?
‘Pepe…ees not a bacon tree…
Ees……….
Ees…
Ees………
Ees….
… Eees a Ham Bush