Thursday, March 02, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Links!
i don't know why it took me so long to figure this out, but i finally added a list of links (oh, and a little clock) in my sidebar... look over there -->
another casualty to the cold
my new hermit crab, Flor, died early this morning. i know it's too cold here in SF for these little land crabs, but i don't know what to do! now my remaining little guy, Phoenix, has had to experience 2 tragedies in such a short amount of time. do i get him another friend or will i just be subjecting him to a potential third death this year? :(
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
I joined!
so, i can't publish how i did it... but i finally joined the RSF at UC Berkeley at a discounted semester rate.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
blog, B-L-O-G, blog
my friend Jess invited me to go see Spelling Bee the musical at the Post Street Theater downtown tonight. It was so good!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
War!!! (Please read) (Even you, Noah)
I was too entertained by this witty email (regarding the mouse problem at Dave's house) not to share it with you all. Enjoy! :)
--
Comrades,
We, the mild-mannered and peace-loving residents of Ellsworth House,
have been beset by a reprehensible foe. This foe has no regard for
our dignity nor our standard of living. We ask only to be left
alone, but it does not heed our request. It comes into our humble
abode uninvited, wreaks its havoc, and disappears again -- leaving
behind a few "souvenirs" as if to mock us. The foe is wily, bold,
and treacherous -- as well as far more numerous than we -- and it
will do everything in its power to break us down.
Our enemy is mice.
The enemy had already made a beachhead in Commodore Kolstad's food
cabinet, and was planning to use this fortified position as a
springboard for domination of the Kitchen, if not the Entire House.
Lieutenant Ueng reported numerous enemy sorties over the weekend;
these reports were verified by Special Agent Mandell on Monday night.
General Pierce decided to take preemptive action. He laid out his
decoys in the evening and quietly slipped away; Tuesday morning there
were two enemy casualties. Clearly shaken, the enemy has withdrawn
to regroup and plan new tactics.
But the fight is not over! We must press our advantage while we have
it. This afternoon I suited up for battle and, armed with a bottle
of Fantastik, attempted to make the terrain inhospitable to the
enemy. In the process, I discovered just to what extent the enemy
had made our beloved Kitchen its own. A solid trail of droppings
extended all the way from Kitchen Sink Crossroads, through Microwave
Marsh, and to the far reaches of Fruity Flats. The enemy had
appropriated much food, the prize being an eggplant with a two-inch
hole gnawed out of it.
I wiped down and disinfected the entire occupied territory. But
after an hour I began to tire; the Bronchitis I've had since Saturday
was wearing me down. Perhaps the enemy is waging biological warfare!
In any case, we cannot let down our guard. Thus I propose our
***********
BATTLE PLAN
***********
Everything that was on the counters in now on the center island;
hopefully that territory is still safe. Before it goes back from
whence it came, it needs to be washed with soap and hot water. All
the bottles, all the cutting boards, everything. Basically, you can
safely assume that anything in the middle has been sitting in mouse
poo. (I got a turd in my tea this morning because it had been stuck
to the honey bottle and came loose.) If everyone spends a few
minutes doing this when they get home tonight, it won't take very
long.
All food stored on the counter has to be in closed bottles or sealed
containers. This means that, at least for now, we need to find
somewhere new to store fruit. Can people keep their fruit in their
cupboards or the fridge?
If you find new poo on the counter or in a cabinet, (a) report it,
and (b) clean it up! It got to be as bad as it was in part because
we never did anything to discourage it.
We need to keep setting traps. McLean, do you still have the ones
from the other night? Or do we need to get more?
Other suggestions?
Respectfully Yours,
Sergeant Freeman
--
Comrades,
We, the mild-mannered and peace-loving residents of Ellsworth House,
have been beset by a reprehensible foe. This foe has no regard for
our dignity nor our standard of living. We ask only to be left
alone, but it does not heed our request. It comes into our humble
abode uninvited, wreaks its havoc, and disappears again -- leaving
behind a few "souvenirs" as if to mock us. The foe is wily, bold,
and treacherous -- as well as far more numerous than we -- and it
will do everything in its power to break us down.
Our enemy is mice.
The enemy had already made a beachhead in Commodore Kolstad's food
cabinet, and was planning to use this fortified position as a
springboard for domination of the Kitchen, if not the Entire House.
Lieutenant Ueng reported numerous enemy sorties over the weekend;
these reports were verified by Special Agent Mandell on Monday night.
General Pierce decided to take preemptive action. He laid out his
decoys in the evening and quietly slipped away; Tuesday morning there
were two enemy casualties. Clearly shaken, the enemy has withdrawn
to regroup and plan new tactics.
But the fight is not over! We must press our advantage while we have
it. This afternoon I suited up for battle and, armed with a bottle
of Fantastik, attempted to make the terrain inhospitable to the
enemy. In the process, I discovered just to what extent the enemy
had made our beloved Kitchen its own. A solid trail of droppings
extended all the way from Kitchen Sink Crossroads, through Microwave
Marsh, and to the far reaches of Fruity Flats. The enemy had
appropriated much food, the prize being an eggplant with a two-inch
hole gnawed out of it.
I wiped down and disinfected the entire occupied territory. But
after an hour I began to tire; the Bronchitis I've had since Saturday
was wearing me down. Perhaps the enemy is waging biological warfare!
In any case, we cannot let down our guard. Thus I propose our
***********
BATTLE PLAN
***********
Everything that was on the counters in now on the center island;
hopefully that territory is still safe. Before it goes back from
whence it came, it needs to be washed with soap and hot water. All
the bottles, all the cutting boards, everything. Basically, you can
safely assume that anything in the middle has been sitting in mouse
poo. (I got a turd in my tea this morning because it had been stuck
to the honey bottle and came loose.) If everyone spends a few
minutes doing this when they get home tonight, it won't take very
long.
All food stored on the counter has to be in closed bottles or sealed
containers. This means that, at least for now, we need to find
somewhere new to store fruit. Can people keep their fruit in their
cupboards or the fridge?
If you find new poo on the counter or in a cabinet, (a) report it,
and (b) clean it up! It got to be as bad as it was in part because
we never did anything to discourage it.
We need to keep setting traps. McLean, do you still have the ones
from the other night? Or do we need to get more?
Other suggestions?
Respectfully Yours,
Sergeant Freeman
Art at SFSU
steph and i decided to check this art exhibit out. it was... weird.
ps. Mon, do you see my little tribute in the guestbook to my Scandinavian connection? :)
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
it's cold here!
so, you didn't think it could get so cold in the bay area? well, it did! i came out to my car this morning and it was covered in frost! yikes!
the ellsworth mouse
last night we saw the ellsworth house mouse running around in the kitchen while we were cleaning up from dinner. it was decided that this little "stove runner" had gotten too bold and needed to go. we weren't sure how to do this, because the humane traps weren't doing the trick... so we opted for a traditional mouse trap. when i awoke in the morning, this little bold fellow was snapped in the trap. it made me more sad than i was expecting... so here is a little tribute to him. he was ever so bold.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Sunday, February 19, 2006
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