Squirrels, man... greedy bastards.
Doesn't matter how much seed you put out for them, they hide it all away and then mug the songbirds for their share. Nothing says winter like a squirrel jabbing a stick into a chickadee to make it give up its millet.

Squirrels have what Covey refers to as a "scarcity mentality", assuming that the seed that's out is the last they'll ever get, so they feel the need to hoard it. Kind of like packrats and old catalogs. Except with more sunflower seeds. Unless the packrat has a rodent problem, in which case there will inevitably be the inadvertent storing of mouse nests/seeds in the stacks of papers and catalogs.

In the event that one is such a packrat, going through said stacks, it's just like Christmas, except with bad surprises instead of good. Depending on how faithful people are to your Christmas list, anyway. Although I have to say, I've never been given a box full of shredded, stained paper interspersed with mouse droppings and seeds before. Never say never, I guess. I suppose it would beat a stockingful of coal.

Gotta write the damn Christmas missal. ChrisMissal(tm).

And put out more frickin' seeds. *grumble*

-Taz

 
­Ia, ­Ia, ­Ia, ­Ia,
Weiss nicht wie gut ich dir bin?

*disclaimer: the above joke will not be half as funny to monolinguals. Or, daresay, to bilinguals or panlinguals who don't happen to spreche Deutsch.*

**To the tune of "du, du, liegst mir im herzen".**

Mmmmm, bean and ham soup. Nothing beats the cold like hot soup.

-Taz

ps. Apparently, posts can't contain umlauts, damnit. And I spent so much time figuring it out, too. :P

 
Crikey. A whole month's gone by. Ah well, it was one of those months. But we successfully pulled off a from-scratch cheesecake for Thanksgiving, (Alton Brown, you are a culinary god!), and I got a damned good start on shoveling out the contents of the basement.

Oh, during the past month, I had the notion to change Belnick's screen name, just 'cause. Henceforth, I'll refer to him as Thor. Yep, Thor. It fits. Trust me.

It's been a month for rekindling friendships that were never "ended", per se, but that were subsumed by college, and location shifts, and time being eaten up by a group of "friends" that were like a big, greedy amoeba. Now that I don't have to deal with that other junk, I can finally get around to contacting the people I find myself missing, and renew our friendships. Speaking of which, how's life, Catharsis? I miss you.

Board games rule. Thor and I have become swept up in a spate of Trivial Pursuit games, mostly the DVD pop culture edition. Well, he might argue that it's me that's been swept up, but I think he kind of enjoys it anyway.

At any rate. I need to get dinner going, so hopefully it will be less than a month before I update this thingy.

l8r,
Taz