Monday, July 06, 2015

Wheel of Exotic Pets



So, I was reading a link roundup at The Toast a while back, which included an article about efforts to tame foxes.

And the article, originally on the Popular Science website and strongly reminiscent of one I remember reading in National Geographic a while back, contained odd tidbits like this:  "Indiana has three classes of wild animals. Class 1 is mostly squirrels". And it linked to this:

Wheel of Exotic Pets

Go head and copy and paste that address into a browser.  I don't know why I found it so fascinating; probably all the little keys in the bottom, like "Pees in the House" and "Difficult to Feed".

So no, I don't want a koala or a slow loris or an otter for a pet.  But it's fun (and dismaying, tbh) to read about the nutcases who do.

Friday, July 03, 2015

Just in time for summer vacation!



Every year I read this article about Action Park, also known as Traction Park and Class Action Park, and laugh my butt off.  No, I never went there personally - I'm still alive, aren't I?  Make sure you read the comments as well:

Action Park memories!


I have several memories of childhood injuries, including broken fingers and a concussion, but none of them involved a visit to an amusement park.  Thankfully.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

Go figure



From an article in today's local newspaper:

"The volunteers included a local Girl Scout group selling lemonade and 4-H members."

Huh.


Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Rainy weekend



So, last weekend, it rained.  and rained and rained and RAINED, and now here we are at Tuesday and it's STILL raining.

*sigh*

Saturday morning, I went to a local garden center that was having their annual season-ending sale, and bought some day lilies, which are one of the few things the neighborhood deer will (usually) leave alone, to replace some weird bush-type perennial that kicked the bucket in my front yard some time back.  I also grabbed a pumpkin plant and a tomato plant, because the deer need a balanced diet, doncha know.

After that, I headed up to Ithaca and splashed around in the rain and bought out Hobby Lobby, and I found some other Very Cool Stuff that I'll be talking about later this week.  Sunday morning, I woke up with visions of Belgian waffles dancing in my head, so I headed for a diner and ate like I'd just gotten back from a week-long camping trip.  *urp*

I was supposed to do a road trip on Sunday afternoon to pick up yet another foster (I KNOW), but that got canceled so I threw on a rain coat and headed for the creek.

The paintballers have been busy reinforcing their perimeters:






and digging entrenchments:





and doing some general reinforcing work:





Insert standard old-fogy "Well, at least they're outside in the fresh air and not cooped up inside playing video games" comment here.

I played some with the macro feature on my camera:




This is my current fav photo:



Sunday afternoon I did a bunch of laundry and let the foster kittens out to romp around the house for a while and broke up a war between Tinks and one of the neighborhood cats in the backyard (TINKS!) and felt kind of relieved that even if I'd wanted to mow, I couldn't, what with all the rain.

And today I read that this has been the fifth-most-rainiest June on record in this area, and it's STILL raining today, so who knows?  Might end up fourth-rainiest, or even third-rainiest! 

Oh yay.





Monday, June 29, 2015

I went to Hobby Lobby and lost my damn mind





And I know, I KNOW, I am not even supposed to be SHOPPING in Hobby Lobby, because REASONS, but I was looking for some giant letters for a project at work, and neither Michael's nor A.C. Moore had what I needed, but Hobby Lobby did.

And normally I don't shop at Hobby Lobby ANYway, because we don't even HAVE a Hobby Lobby here in town so I have never even BEEN to a Hobby Lobby, but on Saturday I went to Ithaca and Ithaca DOES have a Hobby Lobby and so ... I went there.

And discovered the clearance aisles, i.e., NIRVANA.  Guys, the stuff was on sale for EIGHTY PERCENT OFF!

I bought this mirror:


Please excuse my looming face, there.  A lot of Hobby Lobby stuff seems to be distressed, and I am not a big fan of the distressed look, per se, but I plan on glamming all this stuff up anyway, so the base veneer wasn't really a factor.  That all of this stuff is AWESOME?  That was a BIG factor in my losing my mind in the clearance aisle.


 Here is a metal wall shelf:


Another metal wall shelf, which was reminiscent of antlers to me, so, SOLD!:


It's hard to tell from these pics, but those shelves are BIG.  I'm going to need some drywall anchors to hang those babies.

This cute sign, which is going to go in the laundry room, i.e., garage:


This lovely ceramic mermaid (I LOVE mermaids):



This pretty little bird statue (with Ponyboy lounging in the background):


And this shadowbox, for which I have BIG plans:


I bought all of this, PLUS some pipe cleaners and other crafty crap, for fifty-two bucks.

SCORE!


Most of this stuff went right into the foster room closet, where I store the birthday and Christmas gifts that I buy for myself.  I can't wait to see it all again!

So, yeah, I shopped at Hobby Lobby.  I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I did it anyway. 

and I'll do it again.  That store is AWESOME.

 

Thursday, June 25, 2015

If it quacks like a duck ...



Now that the weather's warmer and I've been sleeping with the windows open, I've been hearing something ...odd.

Seems like every night, around three a.m., I hear something that sounds like a duck quacking in the brushland adjacent to my property.

"quack ... quack .. quack ...", quietly, off and on, until I drift back to sleep.

Do ducks even quack at night?  What the hell am I hearing?  Any ideas?


Monday, June 22, 2015

In my little town



What happened in Charleston last week is terrible.  Innocent people gunned down in a place that should have been a safe haven. It's a tragedy.

And it made some bad memories come back, because a few years ago, it happened here.

I remember listening to the radio that day, and hearing the first confusing reports of something happening downtown, and hearing the sirens and seeing the police helicopters overhead from my office, across town from the Civic Association.

And I remember that it made the national news that night, and briefly the night after, and then my little town was left to pick up the pieces, and hold the church services, and plan the memorials.

So while I think the ongoing coverage in Charleston is certainly somberly appropriate to such a tragedy, I guess I just don't understand why the coverage is so overwhelming, in every branch of the media.

Is it because Charleston is a big city, as opposed to my little town?

Is it because the murderer is a white supremacist, and the victims are black, and it occurred in a place with a history of racism?

Is it because the murderer in my little town was Asian, and most of the victims were recent immigrants, and thus ... I don't even know ... somehow less "deserving" of media coverage?

I don't know.  Personally, I'm glad that the media didn't converge on my little town back then, at least not for more than the first day.  I think there's something to letting towns grieve on their own.

But as I leaf through page after page of coverage in the newspaper, and see story after story after story on TV and on line, and listen to continuing radio coverage, I have to wonder where all the media were back then.

Back in 2009. In my little town.