Thursday, June 17, 2004This might be old news, but have you guys seen the Elmer Fudd interface to Google?
For added adult-themed fun, check out what the number one result for "Wascally Wabbit" is.
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For added adult-themed fun, check out what the number one result for "Wascally Wabbit" is.
2:26:51 PM #
In other news, I can't get a single Firefox extension to work right with 0.9 and I'm pretty pissed. I really miss my Add Bookmark Here Extension.
Update: I got "Add Bookmark" to work! When Mozilla goes to the Extensions page it opens up a new browser window. Just close the old browser window before you install the extension and then close the other browser window after it is done installing and it should work okay. I was waiting to close all browser windows after it was done installing and that seemed to have messed it up somehow.
2:23:59 PM #
Update: I got "Add Bookmark" to work! When Mozilla goes to the Extensions page it opens up a new browser window. Just close the old browser window before you install the extension and then close the other browser window after it is done installing and it should work okay. I was waiting to close all browser windows after it was done installing and that seemed to have messed it up somehow.
2:23:59 PM #
Dan Dickinson (who I will henceforth refer to as DJ Double-D) has a pretty cool remix of Dave Winer's audioblog post about the shutdown of weblogs.com right here.
2:22:06 PM #
2:22:06 PM #
One of the things that no one ever really prepares you for about dog
ownership is the fact that dogs tend to have certain etiquette levels
that are vastly different from humans. Sure, everyone knows that
dogs like to sniff each others' butts. But watching your own dog
with his nose crammed halfway up another dog's porthole is worlds away
from seeing a neighborhood dog sniffing some other dog. It's like
night and day.
So dogs have no concept of germs, bacteria, dirt, grime or slime. What this means is that everytime your dog goes outside, (s)he's just so happy to be outside that they go running around sniffing everything, bouncing around like a lunatic, and basically thinking the world is one big, giant toybox. The other day we were out in the woods when Taylor goes tearing into the trees in pursuit of a snake. A snake! Now any self respecting species that had evolved through natural selection would have a genetically ingrained fear of snakes (unless you're Rikki Tikki Tavi, in which case you can ignore my arguments). My dogs, however, through repeated human-controlled eugenics programs, and consistently banging their heads on the coffee table every time they get up have bred this fear right out of themselves. Lucky for us in this instance a) it was a garter snake and b) Taylor is not the great, white hunter he thinks he is. I'm rambling but my basic point is that when dogs go out in the wilderness they attract things that we as humans don't want in our houses.
So last night at about 12:30am I head off to bed. Bandit is at the foot of the bed and I'm lazily petting him when I feel a small bump beneath his fur on his hind leg. I immediately sat bolt upright and dragged him into the bathroom where I could turn on the light and see what the heck this bump was. Once I did that my suspicions were confirmed...it was a tick.
Now one of the things that goes along with being married is that, as the guy of the house, you are responsible for the handling of all "gross, icky things" disposal duties. This means that when you or the wife discover that green and purple glowing dish in the back of the fridge that used to be Tuna Casserole it is your duty to not only throw it in the trash, but immediately don your haz-mat suit and clean the dish it was on as well. This duty extends from everything from rotten leftovers, to rodent catching. It definitely includes dog-parasite disposal.
So this is a ritual I have become accustomed to. Our dogs' fur is so thick that it will usually be a week or two before we discover the ticks. The dogs don't feel the need to tell us about these things, because of their basic lack of decent manners. That and the fact that they are mortally afraid of anything that involves cleaning. Baths, vacuum cleaners, dustbusters, you name it. In the meantime, these ticks get all fat and juicy, gorging themselves on my dogs' vital fluids.
Fully awake now, I whipped into action. Standing in my boxer shorts at 12:45am, I was a man possessed with a purpose. I pulled out my trusty sidearms, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol I call "Ole Bessy" and a pair of tweezers that have never met a tick they couldn't handle. Bandit of course knew what was coming and darted into the closet to hide amongst the dirty laundry (which is further proof that our dog hates cleanliness).
Pulling him back out into the bathroom I sprung into action, dabbing the tick with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab of vengeance. Then, I gripped him in my tweezers and I slowly pulled on him. He fought back, his legs kicking vigorously. I felt him dig in further.
Realizing I was losing this battle, I sought to grip him closer to his head with the tweezers. Then I gave it everything I had. At this point, I think I heard him scream. Then with a pop, his tick hindquarters exploded just as his head came free. I fell backwards in relief, his mangled tick-body dangling from the tweezers. Bandit gave me this incredulous look and trotted off to hide amongst the dirty laundry.
I looked towards the sky in praise of the tick-plucking gods of my forebears. And that was when I noticed there was a black smudge on my glasses. I took them off and inspected them and realized that I had tick guts on my glasses!
To reiterate: THERE WERE TICK-GUTS ON MY GLASSES! What this means is that, had I not been wearing my glasses I would have taken a tick-gut to the eye! I'm not much on all this parasite stuff but I do know that these things carry Lyme-disease and I definitely don't think my eye would like that. Some of the systems of Lyme disease include hair loss and swelling; none of which my eye would like very much. If all my eyelashes fell out, I would be pissed.
Anyway, I guess the point of all of this is to ALWAYS, ALWAYS wear protective gear when removing ticks. They are fiery suckers and they are likely to go off at a moments notice.
11:19:35 AM #
So dogs have no concept of germs, bacteria, dirt, grime or slime. What this means is that everytime your dog goes outside, (s)he's just so happy to be outside that they go running around sniffing everything, bouncing around like a lunatic, and basically thinking the world is one big, giant toybox. The other day we were out in the woods when Taylor goes tearing into the trees in pursuit of a snake. A snake! Now any self respecting species that had evolved through natural selection would have a genetically ingrained fear of snakes (unless you're Rikki Tikki Tavi, in which case you can ignore my arguments). My dogs, however, through repeated human-controlled eugenics programs, and consistently banging their heads on the coffee table every time they get up have bred this fear right out of themselves. Lucky for us in this instance a) it was a garter snake and b) Taylor is not the great, white hunter he thinks he is. I'm rambling but my basic point is that when dogs go out in the wilderness they attract things that we as humans don't want in our houses.
So last night at about 12:30am I head off to bed. Bandit is at the foot of the bed and I'm lazily petting him when I feel a small bump beneath his fur on his hind leg. I immediately sat bolt upright and dragged him into the bathroom where I could turn on the light and see what the heck this bump was. Once I did that my suspicions were confirmed...it was a tick.
Now one of the things that goes along with being married is that, as the guy of the house, you are responsible for the handling of all "gross, icky things" disposal duties. This means that when you or the wife discover that green and purple glowing dish in the back of the fridge that used to be Tuna Casserole it is your duty to not only throw it in the trash, but immediately don your haz-mat suit and clean the dish it was on as well. This duty extends from everything from rotten leftovers, to rodent catching. It definitely includes dog-parasite disposal.
So this is a ritual I have become accustomed to. Our dogs' fur is so thick that it will usually be a week or two before we discover the ticks. The dogs don't feel the need to tell us about these things, because of their basic lack of decent manners. That and the fact that they are mortally afraid of anything that involves cleaning. Baths, vacuum cleaners, dustbusters, you name it. In the meantime, these ticks get all fat and juicy, gorging themselves on my dogs' vital fluids.
Fully awake now, I whipped into action. Standing in my boxer shorts at 12:45am, I was a man possessed with a purpose. I pulled out my trusty sidearms, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol I call "Ole Bessy" and a pair of tweezers that have never met a tick they couldn't handle. Bandit of course knew what was coming and darted into the closet to hide amongst the dirty laundry (which is further proof that our dog hates cleanliness).
Pulling him back out into the bathroom I sprung into action, dabbing the tick with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab of vengeance. Then, I gripped him in my tweezers and I slowly pulled on him. He fought back, his legs kicking vigorously. I felt him dig in further.
Realizing I was losing this battle, I sought to grip him closer to his head with the tweezers. Then I gave it everything I had. At this point, I think I heard him scream. Then with a pop, his tick hindquarters exploded just as his head came free. I fell backwards in relief, his mangled tick-body dangling from the tweezers. Bandit gave me this incredulous look and trotted off to hide amongst the dirty laundry.
I looked towards the sky in praise of the tick-plucking gods of my forebears. And that was when I noticed there was a black smudge on my glasses. I took them off and inspected them and realized that I had tick guts on my glasses!
To reiterate: THERE WERE TICK-GUTS ON MY GLASSES! What this means is that, had I not been wearing my glasses I would have taken a tick-gut to the eye! I'm not much on all this parasite stuff but I do know that these things carry Lyme-disease and I definitely don't think my eye would like that. Some of the systems of Lyme disease include hair loss and swelling; none of which my eye would like very much. If all my eyelashes fell out, I would be pissed.
Anyway, I guess the point of all of this is to ALWAYS, ALWAYS wear protective gear when removing ticks. They are fiery suckers and they are likely to go off at a moments notice.
11:19:35 AM #
Well folks it appears that my radio.weblogs.com site will stay up at
least through the end of this year. I got an email from Lawrence Lee over at Tomalak's assuring me that everything will be okay. I can quit hyperventilating now, I guess.
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10:39:50 AM #
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