Monthly Archives: September 2004
Bless the Federal campaign reform acts and the like, as here is a great search to find out how much an individual has contributed to a political campaign in the last two years (link via Metafilter)
You can search on how much and to whom George Bush has contributed to. My big $10 donation to Gen. Clark’s campaign last year is not showing up, but my grandfather and uncle’s combined $13,000 of donations to various Republican campaigns and lobbyists are showing up.
I am now officially Alex’s external hard drive or his “Mini-Me” or his official Assistant Talent Buyer / Assistant General Manager, depending on how you want to label my employment. He calls me his external hard drive, I laugh because it is true, as my overactive memory and large brain are both finally good for something… ;op
While we have official office hours of Mondays and Wednesdays from 3 to 7pm, I am at Alex’s more days than that and many evenings. All of this combined with my web design business, magazine world, and teaching, makes for very long days and even longer nights getting me home and in bed usually around 2 or 3 am.
Last night I got home just before 2am, I ate dinner, read the paper, took a shower, and went down to sleep after 3am. All the while I kept hearing loud munching, scraping, and gnawing sounds.
This summer the kitchen had a rodent who lived in the basement but would crawl up between the broken plaster to visit the trash can below the sink. Last night, I wondered if said rodent had crawled up into the wall between my desk in the living room and my bedroom as the chewing / gnawing sounds were very loud. As I tried to go to sleep, the sound appeared to come from just near my window.
This afternoon I went to water the lawn and backyard only to discover that the hydranga bush next to my bedroom window was sporting only the top five leaves. It was missing the other 30 to 40 leaves that it had two days ago.
Scuffy has been known to chew on the bottom leaves of the hydranga when he has the time, but last night he was at Joe’s. The neighborhood cats don’t chew on it. That only leaves one of Waggle Butt’s great grandkids… Yes, the local possum family.
The attack of the killer possum!
Those of you who read my blog regularly know that I love ideas, words, and a good sense of humor, esp. when all three are combined.
On Friday, I was in the car with two friends who were discussing an event the night before where the Guy in question attempted to convince his ex to come back to him to no avail:
Girl: You went to the Abusement Park last night.
Me: The Abusement Park?!?!?!
What a perfect expression. We have all done it. We have all had someone we loved who didn’t love us back or who does but it is definitely over, but yet we keep trying to buy “E” tickets to what we think is the best ride at the Abusement Park. Amusing, terribly sad, and painful all at the same time.
Photo Friday : Domestic
This is the second dying crow I have encounted this summer, except this crow spent its last hot afternoon just before Labor Day on our front lawn. I called the West Nile hotline to no avail, as the recorded voice told me that if the crow was sick but not dead to call Animal Control. Animal Control was busy all afternoon.
This poor crow was so sick he wouldn’t even move if dogs walked by with their owners. He would just look up miserably at the dog and weakly flap his wing.
According to my mom whose black lab puppy likes to take walkabouts, OC Animal Control’s phone is so deluged with calls about sick crows that if you have lost your dog, you can’t reach anyone.
Tonight Ms. E and I booked our flights to Dublin for one week over Thanksgiving! Wahoo!
Due to an overflow of comment spam that I have to delete daily, I have now switched over to Typekey registration to authenticate that commenters are real folk and are not spammers.
Sorry to have to do this and inhibit community, but please do keep commenting. I plan on installing the MT-Blacklist plugin to also help in this department.