Showing posts with label rodents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rodents. Show all posts

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Deer Urine to Catch Mice?

 Your love is like  liver sandwiches, with mayonnaise



Today I identify as  Flying Cocker cryptocurrency


  • The U.K.’s largest fishing retailer, Angling Direct, experienced a system breach on Nov. 5 that resulted in their domain being redirected to Pornhub
  • and this is a problem how?


DeSantis: If Biden Keeps Sending Illegals To Florida, "I Will Send Them To Delaware" On A Bus


Rodential Redux 

We're a very nice, welcoming neighborhood, or so say the ants.

Now that it's cold, the ants have moved out. Unfortunately the mice are back. Up and down the blocks.

We have used snap traps in the past, with success. Unfortunately not so much now.

After a few days of this, the antipsychotic drugs are wearing off and we're hearing them everywhere, including the walls. If nothing else, there are some great visuals. The dog is very good at catching them, but apparently only outside.

We got all sorts of advice from all sorts of places; none particularly helpful. One involved drilling holes in walls and putting in poison. Another to wear gloves while putting out traps (because mice like their bait free of icky human smells). Perhaps we will start sending them invitation emails. I'm sure they're on Faceyspaces.

Mrs. lefty is not happy. This is bad.

Traps aren't being all that helpful, so we're checking into automatic weapons, plastic explosives, and suitcase nukes. As it turns out, homeowners insurance doesn't always cover these. What a racket!

The only positive is that they figured out how to work the thermostat and they're keeping it a lot warmer in the house.


In no way did this just actually happen. At all:

Him: Honey?

Her: Yes?

Him: We should put the dog in the yard before we mess with the glue trap....

BOOM Clatter Clatter

Him: She stepped right on it, didn't she?

Her: BRING SCISSORS!


  • Portugal has made it illegal for your boss to text you after work
  • Bra-VO Portugal! This would shut the US down entirely


New York's new mayor says crypto should be taught in schools.

Agreed. Right after basic comprehension, math, readin and writin 


So that Really Large Comcast outage that other day..... one concentration was in Northern California. The Marin County Sheriffs office tweeted

Governor Supreme Gavin Newsom is looking to pass a law that the internet isn't allowed to go down.


A Japanese train driver sued over $0.49 in docked wages, for causing a one minute delay.

Japan is quite serious about running on time.

In America, they get docked if they run within twenty minutes of scheduled time.


Why is the sink clogged? We can't get a drop of water down.

I'm trying every remedy I know.

How does a bathroom sink get clogged?

Oh.

Oh what?

The kids were doing science.

How so?

They were building volcanoes in the sink. I explained that science is good, but don't pour an entire bag of baking soda down the sink.

I see.


Flying AIDS News

38% of US adults believe government is faking Covid-19 death toll

Dr. Marcia Angell, former editor-in-chief of the New England Journal of Medicine (NEJM) - “It is simply no longer possible to believe much of the clinical research that is published. I take no pleasure in this conclusion, which I reached slowly and reluctantly over my two decades as an editor of the New England Journal of Medicine.”

Dr. Raeford Brown, chair of the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) Committee on Analgesics and Anesthetics - “Congress is owned by pharma. The pharmaceutical industry pours millions of dollars into the legislative branch every single year. In 2016, they put $100 million into the elections. That’s a ton of money.” 

Federal appeals court halts Biden administration’s vaccine requirement, delivering policy a major blow

Oklahoma Guard goes rogue, rejects COVID vaccine mandate after sudden change of command

Holiday hell: 3 in 5 Americans BANNING unvaccinated relatives from family gatherings!

Vermont has the highest vaccination rate in the country. So why are cases surging?

CDC shifts pandemic goals away from reaching herd immunity [CDC takes turns, where each employee says something else stupid, which becomes the official stance]


To Continue in Swahili, press 43

Her:  No.

Her:  No.

Her:  No.

Her:  No.

Her:  No.

Him: What should we do for dinner?

Her: shut up - I'm on the phone with the bank!

Him: Sorry, you kept saying no, so I thought you were talking to me.


  • She tells me it's called a garden wagon. Ok, I guess it looks like a wagon, with wheels and a hitch-thing. And it has one foot tall sides. Only it's six feet long.
  • And it's in the kitchen.
  • So you see, I might be a tiny bit put off. Or would be, if we lived in the neighborhood of normal.
  • We could put a couple dogs in it, but we only have one.
  • Anything six feet long won't move very far in the kitchen.
  • It would make a nice spice rack for people who use a lot of spice. Or a garlic container; we use  lot of garlic. Better yet, chocolate. Who doesn't have a wagon full of chocolate in their kitchen?


It felt personal when they announced the tv show with Jeff Goldblum. He annoys me even more than Will Ferrell. It is probably not personal because it's on Disney+, which I don't get or watch. There are people that are annoying and there are people that are annoying, Jeff Goldblum is annoying. Did I mention I don't like him? Even seeing him is like nails on my eyeballs. You can like him - I don't.



BLM leader threatens ‘riots, fire, bloodshed’ in NYC if Eric Adams gets tough on crime





Saturday, October 9, 2021

Attack of the Killer Tampoons

 Your love is like   the great taste of razor blades


AI completed Beethoven's unfinished tenth symphony.

It sounded like a combination of Sinatra and Megadeth

Historians (and AI) are reasonably sure Beethoven knew Sinatra. There is some debate about Megadeth.


Today I identify as   a broken coffee machine - the saddest thing on earth


Why does depicting the Prophet Muhammad cause offence?
(and why can't the British spell?)

It's not in the Koran, but Muhammad was a jolly dude who had his one little 'thing'. You know... all of us have that one 'thing'. One little hangup that almost sets us apart, that people can point to and laugh at. Muhammad didn't like his picture taken, therefore you can't picture Muhammad.
The problem here is that nobody knows this, so they can't use it as an excuse to burn stuff and cut off body parts. [have I been canceled yet?] Quite frankly, I don't like to have my picture taken either, and I get kinda choppy when somebody tries to depict me.

Muhammad and Jesus haven't come back and I don't blame them. When they see what is being done in their name, they will have a cardiac event.



  • There’s a Multibillion-Dollar Market for Your Phone’s Location Data
  • your data is out there being collected and sold, and you certainly aren't benefiting from it
  • law enforcement too....


Amazon Astro is ‘terrible’ and will ‘throw itself down’ stairs, developers reportedly claim

This is the best thing to ever happen to Internet of Things devices: Security through Suicide!
The device looks like some weird futuristic electric dog that follows you around. Add the spying for Amazon and you have another $42 billion for Jeff Bezos.
This thing wouldn't last 13 seconds in my house, even if it didn't spy. The dog would see it following her mommy around and promptly disembowel it.




Fun in the Workplace

Someone, way up the chain, who gets the Executive Pharmaceuticals, decided everyone must get a Flying AIDS shot. 

This was not a popular decision for everyone up the chain under the decider.
The amount of tiptoeing and purposely not commenting but commenting is amazing.
The supervisors made it plain that if you have questions, ask the decider, not them.

We know how I feel about mandates.
There's no reason in the world I should be mandated to receive shots - I work from home every day, do not go into the office, and do not come in contact with any coworkers or customers. I don't even need a frickin' mask. This is precisely the governmental overreach we need to vote out. *I am not saying you don't need a vaccine - YOU make that decision. I am saying I don't need a mandate (or a vaccine).

You voted this in. I keep paying for it.




The Car? 

You thought we were done with Car Repair Hell.
Well, we were.
Now it's Inspection Hell.
All of the necessary paperwork was in the glove compartment at the time of the accident.
The inspection garage says there's nothing there.
Of course there's nothing there.
We can't walk to the mailbox without things falling from the sky or having to fill out paperwork online and paying a fee.

So we call the insurer to send a copy of the insurance.
They haven't returned the call.
I noticed that they never answer the phone. I leave a voicemail and they call me back. I think they have better things to do than do their jobs, like maybe doing their other jobs. Pretty soon it will be leaf-raking season. Tutoring their kids at home. Something to do with Pokemon.

Then we do the one thing everyone hates, the thing that makes Roman gods, Superman, and the president quake in their boots: go online to the DMV.

The DMV site was put together by bid, with the winner being the lowest bidder. The Bargain Bidder learned his lesson (Bob, at Bob's Web Sites, Inc.) by having to sit with DMV personnel, to make it impossible, as well as relatives of the late Dr. Josef Mengele, to make it extremely painful. This resulted in a site that nobody can use. Nobody can even traverse it. In fact, you're lucky if you can pull it up at all. The server that houses the site is an old android phone, in Bob's basement.

You are presented with a myriad of choices, making you think you can do these things or get somewhere on the site. You spend 30 minutes looking for the button that says "copy of registration," only to find out there is no button called "copy of registration." You continue to putz around the site, eventually settling on Registration. You are presented with a bunch of options you can perform in reference to your registration: buy a new one, buy a personalized new one, pay for other stuff, and eventually, get an instant copy. Yay - you found it!

No you didn't. There is no link to get an instant copy, merely the assurance that you can.
Thinking, in spite of the massive headache brewing, you take a silly wild-ass guess (SWAG) and hit Online Services. Believe it or not, there's an option to get "copy of registration." They want your credit card number, eye color, and nostril diameter. Ok, that's doable. They also want your plate number and title number.

Oh, geez, the plate number will be difficult to see because the car is 20 miles away at the garage, which isn't open whenever you need to call. The title number... well... WTF is a title number? Strangely, title number has a link. Even more strangely, the link goes to an explanation of what a title number is and where to find it. 

Where do you find the title number? On the registration slip.
THE REGISTRATION SLIP YOU DON'T HAVE AND NEED A COPY OF.
Welcome to the DMV. Leave brain by the door. Do not pass go. Pay $200.
Incidentally, The DMV has been responsible for more divorces than cheating. Either way you get fscked.

Where IS all this paperwork we need?
Well, it WAS in the glove compartment.
When the car got hit, it was given to the tow driver.
It hasn't been seen since.
It is in Tow Document Limbo.

Call the inspection garage and catch them between off hour blocks.
Oh, you're going online? Good luck with that. Phew.
Oh, and by the way, I just wanted to let you know... when we DO the inspection, you have a plate light out. It is placed strangely. WE WILL HAVE TO TAKE OFF THE BUMPER TO REPLACE THE BULB.

Sometimes I wonder if there are cameras following us around. This stuff is too whacked out and too numerous to happen to normal people. We are a tv show.


Speaking of us, I was asked whats wrong with the hot water.
This is typical of the questions I receive and can mean anything from 'there's no hot water' to 'there's not enough hot water to wash your service elephant'. In this case it meant 'the hot water knob fell off the faucet.'

My ancestors did not do plumbing. There was nothing to pass down. 
My dad could do a lot of stuff, but there's no way to get his assistance, being dead and all.
My brother replaced a toilet paper roll once.
My mom got a new kitchen.
So you see, I'm screwed.

This being 2021, one can take a picture of the damage and ask the helpful folks at [insert home repair megastore that doesn't have enough staff to ring purchases, no less suggest plumbing repairs].

Wife: my faucet broke. I have pictures.
Cashier: I see.
Wife: what do you think?
Cashier: were those 2 for $5?
Wife: about my faucet
Cashier: [looks at pictures] Yes, that's definitely broken. In all the pictures.
Wife: do you have anybody who has ever seen a plumbing part working today?
Cashier: [popping chewing gum, sexting boyfriend] Ummmm..... no. Due to the Flying AIDS, we're horribly understaffed. Would you like a job? You get a 10% discount on screws.
Wife: Nah, I'm already feeling kinda screwed, thanks.

Now comes the everyday difficulty in communication between wife and me:
What I said: Please go to the store and ask if it can be fixed.
What she hears: It's time to get one of those spiffy new faucets, with the wand so I can shoot you for getting too close to me in the kitchen. They have BlueTooth and let the entire internet know when they're passing water. [I thought about something to let the entire internet know when I pass water once...]

What she said: I got this great deal on a faucet at CostCo.
What I said: how much?
What my brother said: it's so easy even you can do it, provided the valves are ok
What I said: What's a valve?

What I said: Where did you put the faucet you bought?
What she said: It's in the trunk of the car, where it's staying tonight.
What I heard: I'm strengthening my resources and looking for earplugs for when you start to install it.


The only faucet mildly interesting to me is Farrah. She shares my dad's complete failure in the respiration department.


US road safety watchdog decides against probe into Tesla battery fires

Tesla said it was not aware of any non-crash "battery fires associated with fast charging in the United States or any other country" other than those two in China. "And F- China." Tesla added, "We're only aware of twenty five spontaneously appearing fires, but they don't count because they're not traveling on roads, therefore not covered by road safety agencies."


An Air India plane learned some more about physics, specifically that you can't take a seven foot plane through a six foot underpass. 

Asked for comment, Air India said the plane was scrapped and sold, and is not their responsibility.
And even if it was, their technical staff at the Delhi airport is all new and has ADHD, so they tend to miss stuff every now and then. Small things like sixes and sevens and the word  'not.'

Many drew parallels with a similar incident which reportedly happened in the state of West Bengal in December 2019 when an abandoned Air India post plane got stuck under a bridge. The word in India is that if you buy a scrapped Air India plane, you cut it up and fly it out.

  • Sometimes it's just better if Nemo isn't found



It's not like I don't hate Windows enough... it just keeps giving me reasons to hate it more.
I got a large notification that there was an update and was going to reboot. I snoozed it for 3 hours.
15 minutes later, it informed me it was going to reboot. It had a SNOOZE button, but it was grayed out.  This is my work computer, so I kinda need to work. Then it's going to take 30 minutes to apply the updates I am not 'allowed' to refuse. Then it will reboot and continue updating. By allowing this alleged operating system to exist, work have tacitly informed me that working is not necessary; indeed it is secondary to vagaries of the operating system.

Windows: it's not an operating system, it's a virus.


It's that time of the year, when rodents get cold and figure out how to get in the house. This is as opposed to ant season, which I don't have the strength or desire to go into. This is a great time of year to have a cat. Since our cat has been dead for many years, the dog has stepped up. She has caught a number of mice, but outside. She has also caught birds, squirrels, and candy bars. In impersonating a cat, she has developed one of the most annoying cat behaviors: she knows where we're going to walk and is there before we are. It's like herding people. The other day, she heard something, so she went on the hunt: she stood there and barked at it. This was about as helpful as a barking cat. Of course if cats could bark, they would do it all day, just because it was annoying.

This caused the unintended effect of Alert Status. 
The dog goes into Hunt Mode.
I go into Sleep Mode.
Wife gets serious and gets armed. There's a helmet, a vest with pockets, several small arms, and a surface to surface missile she drags behind her. The insurance company told the mortgage company, and now I have to limit the amount of explosives in the missiles. Bastards.

We also have every type of mouse trap ever made. None of them work, and are just an exercise in making the purchaser feel better. Sometimes they just eat the bait without triggering the trap. Mostly the traps just sit there, hopefully out of the dog's range. If she started barking at the traps, we'd have to move.

I'll naturally keep you up to date as events proceed. My goal is a picture of the little bastard, with a spike through its head (fsck PETA).


  • ‘It’s Bad, It’s Bad’: Proctor Teens Say Students Used Item To Sodomize Teammate, Shared Video Online, causing Minnesota high school to cancel its football season
  • I think these students showed great initiative: this stunt is so incredibly stupid that they are already showing signs of Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). This is pro football at the high school level!

Speaking of Traumatic Brain Injury, two white tv anchors were suspended for wearing afro wigs on the air.
Seriously now... who, from the anchors to the head of the network, could fail to predict the outcome of wearing afro wigs on the air?



A Turkish man did the right thing and joined in the search for a missing person.
It was only a short while until he discovered he was the person being searched for.
He got drunk, slept at a friend's house, and his wife reported him missing.
This story is laced with postitvity: at least his wife missed him enough to call.


Tesla ordered to pay $137M to Black former worker subjected to racist workplace

They completely blew this... they should have given him a Tesla. It would only be a matter of time until the car spontaneously combusted, taking care of the problem and saving them almost $100,000.


  • An 88 year old South Carolina man died in a freak lawnmower drowning: the beast overturned into a creek and he was stuck under.
  • And you laugh at my fear of mowing....it's deadly!



Taking the SJW to Space

SpaceX’s Satellite Megaconstellations Are Astrocolonialism, Indigenous Advocates Say

Givenchy criticised for noose necklace at Paris Fashion Week






Monday, August 29, 2011

The State of Gardening in 2011

I have said it before and I will never stop saying it: I hate grass.   More specifically I hate mowing the grass.  I don't really have anything against grass per se, I would just prefer that it stay at a predetermined height and spectacularly fail to grow.

I have even gone so far as to research replacing the green bits with concrete, but alas, the county has certain silly rules about drainage and flood planes.   Since I am the reason my county has an anti-Slinky ordinance*, I dare not tempt fate.

I have a long history with mowers.  Somewhere in the bowels of my shed, there's a push mower.  Just knowing it's there annoys me, although I can't ever remember using it.  Eventually an electric mower showed up (don't ask me how).  It lasted a few weeks, being the anemic piece of attempted machinery it was.

So we had no choice but to go to gas.  It lasted the better part of a season and died.  Mower Number Four was also gas-powered and ran like a top.  Well, it ran like a top right up until it stopped running.  I observed that it seemed to be a fuel issue, so I had no choice but to disassemble the carburetor/fuel system.

In retrospect, I'm not entirely sure why I felt I had the expertise to deal with a carburetor.  Perhaps it was because all of my cars had carburetors.  Perhaps because a friend rebuilt my carburetor on the dining room table once and it looked cool.  Perhaps I just figured that if I could build computers, I could certainly fix internal combustion engines.  Regardless of the reason, I was completely and accurately incorrect: I could not, in fact, do much more than put gas in the tank.  And with the cost of gas lately, even that was in doubt.

Oddly enough, I was correct, in that the cylinder wasn't getting fuel.  I was just incorrect about my ability to repair the issue.

Flash forward to the current mower: Mower Number Five.  We purchased a Craftsmen because they make great tools, so we just made the bizarre leap of logic that the mowers would be every bit as good.  To be fair, it ran flawlessly over a few  years, always starting pretty quickly (long before my back started telling me to stop pulling that ripcord, asshole).

Things being what they are, I brought out Mower Number Five at the beginning of the season, expecting to start the on the first pull.  And I suspect it might even have started on that first pull, had the ripcord not broken as soon as I started to pull it.  Why did it break?  Because it was made from stranded metal cable that was exposed to the elements and it rusted.

Not to be outdone (by yet another mower) my wife sprang into action.  She seems to like Lowes in much the same way she likes shoe stores, by which I mean to say expensively and fatally.  She managed to locate something called a Universal Choke Replacement Cable, which seemed perfect for the part.

And when I say perfect for the part, I mean it looked perfect right up until I tried to install it.  My wife is as fond of instructions as I am of all things Mac, so I am in charge of all assembly.  As it turned out, the cable was somewhat less universal than its billing.  So there sat Mower Number Five, having beaten two full-grown adults into submission.  My wife's idea for getting even was to take it for repairs.  I swear I heard it laughing at her as soon as her back was turned.  I simply gave up.

Giving up allowed me the luxury of not mowing.  It also meant constant `reminders' from the wife about the size of the grass.  I can only assume the construction hat with the flashlight duct taped to it and references to going out to locate the dog was her way of telling me the grass was getting rather tall.  Having given up, I simply pretended not to notice.

Then it happened.

I'm not entirely certain what happened or where it came from.  All of the sudden I remembered that I used to really like cars, taking them apart, and fixing things in general.  I used to be able to rig things so they'd work.  And there I was, beaten by a simple broken choke cable.

I got up off my well-padded posterior, grabbed some heavy wire, and rigged the ($*#ing mower so it would start on the first pull.   Since this is me we're talking about, it started on the third pull but who's arguing?  Just for fun I told the wife I refused to mow the lawn ever again so she'd get mad at me then walk out back to discover I had mowed anyway (we have that kind of marriage).

She was most appreciative and I felt like a Real Man<tm> for the first time in years (antidepressants be damned).

But speaking of gardening....
(that wins Segue of the Century)

My wife decided to exercise her green thumb this year.  Again.  Normally, this means that she goes to Lowes and purchases huge bags of dirt and moss, which sit on the front lawn until the following year when it's time to go back and purchase more dirt and moss (presumably because the previous year's dirt expired?).  This year there were actual plants, flowers, and real genuine vegetables.  The last time she planted vegetables, we became inundated with a plague of yellow squash the size of watermelons.  We couldn't give it away fast enough.

This year there was careful consideration given to which vegetables she would grow, including which side of the house on which to plant.  There were these huge tomato triangular cages that looked like medieval torture devices (but I won't make any reference to them not being similar to the medieval torture devices in the bedroom, as this is no doubt being read by children as well as adults without a strong constitution).

I saw genuine excitement on my wife's face as things started to bloom and grow.  This was quickly followed by crushing disappointment, as every $*#@ing thing she planted got eaten by various fauna.

Apparently it started with the bunnies (as it always does).  The bunnies came by and ate some of the vegetables.  Then the badgers, raccoons, and foxes came along to eat the bunnies.  As previously described, we had nightly 11:15pm skunkings for no apparent reason.

We are fairly normal suburbanites, living in a fairly normal suburb.  We don't live near the woods.  We don't live near animal sanctuaries.  So why is it that almost every species of herbivore known to the mid-atlantic portion of the US stopped by to munch on our vegetables?  My friends out in the boonies don't have this kind of variety (although the mother-in-law has bears, but that's a different story entirely).

My wife simply gave up.  I would have heartily applauded her but I was too busy pretending to ignore the entire affair, having given up on the outdoors long before moving into this house.

To add insult to near-fatal injury, while I was mowing the lawn, I unknowingly plowed the rest of the garden.  Fortunately my wife had already given up, so she was able to note this with some degree of dark humor (we have that kind of marriage).

Ah, the great indoors....

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* I once heard that Slinkys make so-so antennas for shortwave radios.  So I strung four of them together and ran them from an upstairs window to a shed.  The neighbors, who already thought I was a few pennies short of a nickel, just stood and stared.   As it turned out, they were right: the antennas were so-so at best, so the Slinkys were just there for `decoration'.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Ozzy Osbourne is a Poofter

And we all know Rule Number One:  NO POOFTERS!

He's the pince of freakin' darkness, fer chrissake.... the man practically helped invent heavy metal.  He launched the careers of many an axeslinger, such as Randy Rhodes and Zakk Wylde.

Why, you ask, is Ozzy a poofter?

Because the esteemed Mr. Osbourne just put down ten thousand dollars for a Yorkshire Terrier.

Yorkshire Terriers, or Yorkies, as they're called, are not dogs suitable for your princes of darkness.  Not even your run of the mill prince of dusk would be seen alive with one of these dogs.  And when I say dogs, I mean cleverly disguised rodents.

Now let's cut to the chase: Yorkies are the exclusive territory of homosexual males, not legendary heterosexual rock stars (regardless of what their wives say).

Does Ozzy wear sweaters?
No.

Does Ozzy sell women's shoes?
No.

Should Ozzy own a Yorkie?
No.

There.  It's really that simple.



Mandatory disclaimer for the humor-impaired:
I don't care what anyone's sexuality is.   Roles is roles and rules is rules. 

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P.S.  Thank you very much, readers.  Your stopping by and commenting is very uplifting.