Right. Now THAT's just silly.
Sep. 3rd, 2011 06:26 pmNo new Youtubes to embed today. There is, however, a minor spot of photospamming from things I saw yesterday.
First, leaving the gym, my eye was caught by the obligatory warning memo of blinding black type about the hazards of using their tanning beds. Somehow I'd never noticed the logo on the top of the thing:

Well, why WOULDN'T we take a warning memo seriously when Homer Simpson puts his initials on the top? After all, we trust him with a nukulur power plant:P
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And then there's war. Human vs. Squirrel, celebrity death match XXVIII.
In the past several years, we've probably gone through a dozen allegedly "squirrel proof" feeders around our yard. Rocky and Friends have laughed at each and every one of them, either defeating the baffles or, if necessary, eating through them to prevent the birds from getting to the booty if they can't, either.
So this past week, we changed the plan of attack: Eleanor picked up a supposedly squirrel-proof blend of birdseed, with red pepper mixed into the millet of a type the birds don't mind but the varmints will resist.
We're a day into the experiment. While we're still seeing bad-ass bushy tail out there, there is some evidence that the tide is turning:

That, and the annoying midnight sounds of a high-pitched voice, sounding much like June Foray, going "I can't believe I ate the whooooole thing."
Okay, so I linked to a Youtube. Sue me. Even better, eat my birdseed:P
First, leaving the gym, my eye was caught by the obligatory warning memo of blinding black type about the hazards of using their tanning beds. Somehow I'd never noticed the logo on the top of the thing:
Well, why WOULDN'T we take a warning memo seriously when Homer Simpson puts his initials on the top? After all, we trust him with a nukulur power plant:P
----
And then there's war. Human vs. Squirrel, celebrity death match XXVIII.
In the past several years, we've probably gone through a dozen allegedly "squirrel proof" feeders around our yard. Rocky and Friends have laughed at each and every one of them, either defeating the baffles or, if necessary, eating through them to prevent the birds from getting to the booty if they can't, either.
So this past week, we changed the plan of attack: Eleanor picked up a supposedly squirrel-proof blend of birdseed, with red pepper mixed into the millet of a type the birds don't mind but the varmints will resist.
We're a day into the experiment. While we're still seeing bad-ass bushy tail out there, there is some evidence that the tide is turning:
That, and the annoying midnight sounds of a high-pitched voice, sounding much like June Foray, going "I can't believe I ate the whooooole thing."
Okay, so I linked to a Youtube. Sue me. Even better, eat my birdseed:P
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