A: Why did you let the mouse escape from the (nonlethal cage-type) trap?
B: I was trying to put it in a box!
A: Why?
B: I wanted to put it in the box and let it go outside somewhere…
A. Why didn’t you just take the cage outside and let it go?
B: There are ants on it! I hate ants!
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A. Hi! I’m NOVA!
(hey guys! maybe it’s time to update the old website…
Olympics Online
An excellent guide to watching the Olympics online over at the Wired How-to wiki: Watch the Olympics Online
More yummy cake pics
Some people are more frosting specialists than thinkers: What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate
This is apparently a continuation of this photo.
Dave Barry on the Beijing Olympics
Dave Barry is writing again, blogging about the Olympics.
Baby Bjorn Airlines
Mom and dad hooked us up with, among many other things, this awesome baby carrier. Thanks!!
Max didn’t like it before because he was too small to be placed in it face-forward so his face was always pressed up against daddy’s sweaty chest. Now it’s his favorite mode of transport, for up to 30 mins. at a time…
View from our stoop
In an effort to destroy the cattails, because her son is allergic to the snowy fluff it produces this time of year, the development manager instructed her minions to burn them. On a windy day. With gasoline.
Fucking oops.
Nam says that once they realized the fire was out of control and blowing towards said manager’s newly-erected wooden houses (as in, houses she built to live in herself) they called out all the workers in shouting distance to form a bucket brigade. That had no buckets.
Oops again.
Luckily, the fire eventually burnt out when the wind died down. I just I wish I could’ve been here to see it too, so I could educate the natives about a few things. Like how cattails were used by Native Americans for kindling (so maybe they should use less gasoline or something). Or by people around the world for food as well as down for stuffing. Or how cattails are being used in pilot “carbon capture” farming schemes. Then again, I probably would have just stood there laughing wickedly as the world burned just across my pond and attacked the intelligent beings who started it.
Luckily, the red-tailed pheasant-like birds seem to have returned and don’t seem to mind roosting in their newly-roasted environment. I need to get a photo of one someday I suppose…