The Princess and the Pirate

Adventure / Comedy (more)

17 February 2005

Patriotism = Unquestioning Barbarism?

Large sign on the back of a yellow Motor Carriers Services Incorporated semi truck on my way to work this morning (emphasis theirs):

Support Our Troops
Wherever We Are
[large American flag]
No Aid Or Comfort For
The Enemy - No Way!

This is wrong-headed in so many ways (including grammatical) that I don't have enough fingers even if I include toes.

16 February 2005

Two Choices... Ice Floes or Logan's Run

Old people re-elected a colonial expansionist.
Old people are bankrupting Social Security.
It seems your civic responsibility to take Zoloft.
Too bad, though, because I really like my parents and grandparents.

10 February 2005

Spermatozoa or Glasses Half Empty

My older brother is a musician:
+ He majored in Music Performance at Michigan State University. (Whether or not he actually graduated hinges on a point of technicality. Yes, really.)
+ He plays the tuba in a brass quintet.
+ He works for Marshall Music during the school year, traveling to various school districts, letting students try out various musical instruments and helping them decide which fits them best.
+ He assists my sister-in-law with her duties as a high school band director.
+ He enjoys creating experimental electronica.

It is in this last pursuit that you may most readily experience his work, if you are interested. I have a couple CDs full of his stuff, but you can also listen to a couple of his songs from the following page:

Will you like his music? When I listen to his CDs, some of the tracks I quite enjoy and others I skip because they sound like obnoxious noise. I dunno... try it and find out, I guess.

Score One for the Living

Way back in March of 2004 (leans on cane) I wrote about an immediate need to purge my garage of mice. As with all immediate needs, I relegated it to my ToDo list, the surest means of securing the activity from completion.

In January, our drive accumulated enough snow that clearing it became mandatory, so I prepped the trusty '74 John Deere 212 with the snowblower and tire chains (damned things) and fired it up. I swear it was moving day; mice scattered every which way, including loose. At least half a dozen of the little critters. So, I finally ordered me a live trap.

Funny thing about live traps. They catch mice. Live mice. Then, the mouse has naught to do but wait, making determined but ultimately futile attempts to escape. And if the environs of the live trap are not hospitable, such as, oh, say, freezing temperatures, the trap's adjective must then be considered as within quotation marks. So, the Pirate's carelessness pasted little wings on and handed a little harp to its first victim. I stashed the trap until weather permits.

On my drive to work this morning, the corner of my eye spied one of the little scamps running from beneath my seat, between Akane's feet (our Japanese exchange student), and up under the dashboard. Then came the grinding of the vent fan. So I flicked off the fan and informed Akane of our little visitor. While I floundered, attempting to describe the situation without knowing Japanese for mouse (which, it turns out, is mausu in katakana... there is apparently no native word for mouse; are there no mice in Japan?) the wee beastie clawed his way from under the dash and dropped onto the floor next to Akane's right foot. "Ooooh," she laughed, and reached into her bag for her camera. Stuart Little politely sat still while she snapped a couple photos and I pulled into the petrol station slash McDonalds nearby. "Not hamusutaa?" asked Akane, and I explained that it is similar to a hamster but has a tail. Donning my gloves, I captured the furry fellow, who seemed either stunned by his encounter with the fan or perhaps just plain retarded. We walked him out into a field next to the station and released him into a sort of natural burrow formed by some construction scraps heaped around a young tree.

Now I'm one for two.

01 February 2005

Japan's Little Prince

Maybe Joe will make one of these paper Katamari Damacy prince models. Scroll to the bottom of the page for the printout.