The Worry Gene

Roberta X has posted about her plumbing odyssey. (Well, actually her plumber is on an odyssey.)

I feel for her. And her travails reminds me of my concerns over plumbing, wiring, appliances, etc. etc. etc. You see, I inherited the 'worry gene' from my mother. She'd worry a lot that something wasn't working right or getting ready to break, or she'd hear a noise and become concerned that something wasn't right. It drove my father crazy. Well, I've inherited it. I worry about such things as well and things more often than not beyond my control. So leaky pipes? That's one of my worries. You never know when they might start leaking. . .but at least I have that home warranty. I should check and see if they're properly deducting my account for the monthly fee.

Dog Poo

I've just come in from clearing the back yard of dog poo produced by FatButt and BullyBoy*. I now suspect that while we sleep giant Shit Hounds leap the six foot fence and use our back yard as their private Crap Club. No two little cockers could produce that much poo in that short a time.


*For the uninitiated: our two cocker spaniels otherwise named Pumpkin and Pie.

Do I Have 'STUPID' Tattooed On My Forehead?

One thing that immediately and totally pisses me off is when someone plays me for a fool. My students will testify to this. Lying to me tells me you think I'm stupid. Bad lying to me tells me that you're stupid and you think I'm even more stupid than you.

One group that continually pisses me off are Palestinian photographers who work for the international press, particularly the AP*, who feel it's their job to at least misrepresent the news if not totally fabricate it. With the latest activity in the Gaza Strip, Little Green Footballs feels that they're at it again.



*Whose motto is, "The masses are asses."

December BlogMeet Post-game Report

Shermlock Jr. and I had a wonderful time! Roberta X has the details and a picture. Og was there and reports on his adventures getting to the meat. . .er meet. Old Grouch played Santy and handed out a CD of nice Xmas music.

December BlogMeet Reminder

Old Grouch reminds us that there's a BlogMeet tomorrow!

Woohoo! Mrs. Shomes has to work but Shermlock Jr. is up from Bloomington so may well join me tomorrow at the Broad Ripple Brew Pub at 3:00 PM.

Exodus Redux 8:16

And the LORD said unto Moses, Say unto Aaron, Stretch out thy rod, and smite the dust of the land, that it may become seeds throughout all the land of Egypt.

Actually, Egypt got lice, not seeds. But I can testify that seeds would have worked. Observe what I understand to be an ash tree seed:


Not large. Not heavy. Not a problem. Normally.

This last summer the ash trees lining the streets of our neighborhood decided to get it on and produce millions of these seeds that did not drop with the leaves. But the last few times the wind has blown this winter some have decided to let go. They now litter the sidewalks, decks, and cars of the neighborhood. And I just spent a nice hour this morning on my roof cleaning my gutters for a second time, digging out mounds of the little bastards. And there's still more on the trees.

Like shooting puppies in a barrel. . .

Saw this headline at Drudge:

Doctor powered SUV with fat from liposuctions...

Oh so many jokes. Too easy. . .too easy.