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Traffic at my li'l ole weblog has more than doubled in the past couple of weeks. Welcome to all my new visitors.
The majority of hits are coming from Screenhead, but I'm also getting a steady stream of referrals from Gravity Lens, Life In the Present, Scrubbles, PCL LinkDump, The Cartoonist, and things magazine.
Thanks all, your support is much appreciated.
I spent a goodly portion of yesterday evening and this morning battling an invasion of vicious, killer shrews.
I discovered their presence when our cat began meowing piteously in the basement last night (she's apparently too scared to simply stalk them like any other self-respecting feline would). Attracted by kitty's supper, they'd been entering through a hole in my workshop for the past day or so, leaving corkscrew-shaped droppings and spraying their musky scent throughout. At first, I had no idea what the cat was meowing about, but then my wife spotted one running through the laundry room and let out her familiar I-spied-an-icky-rodent shriek.
Being the man of the house, it typically falls to me to rid our abode of pests, so I girded my loins for battle. I managed to catch 3 of the little bastards with a bucket, then released them outside and sealed up the hole. This morning, I found another in the workshop. This one was more aggressive, and I was finally forced to bop him on his little head with a large wooden dowel, thus ending his terrible rampage of destruction forever.
The house is quiet for now, but I'm keeping a sharp lookout for the next ATTACK OF THE KILLER SHREWS!
Image snagged from Shill's Movie Title Screens Page
Hello, my name is Mr. BaliHai, and I'm a recovering VW addict. When I was 13, my mother bought an olive-drab, 1968 Volkswagen Beetle which I immediately developed an unhealthy obsession with. I bought it from her when I was 16, and then proceeded to spend the next 12 years converting it into a classic Cal Looker. I had it repainted, de-chromed, installed single-piece side windows, replaced the original bumpers with nerf bars, and lowered the front.
It looked great, but quite frankly, it was still a terrible car with an unreliable, underpowered air-cooled engine, and a heating system that totally wimped out in the face of brutal Wisconsin winters. Chicks dug it 'cuz it was "cute" (link NSFW), but that claustrophobic interior really put a crimp in backseat romance. I toyed with the idea of switching to the sportier-looking Karmann Ghia, or even (God help me) a VW Bus, but common sense eventually prevailed.
After spending several thousand dollars, and many an evening in the garage removing the engine by myself, I finally came to the realization that far from experiencing pure Fahrvergnugen, I had a serious problem. I gave my beloved Beetle to a friend who was in dire need of a car. He totalled it in a collision less than two weeks later.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a bit verklemmpt thinking about my old Bug. Talk amongst yourselves.