Month: March 2007
Cone Beef In Cribbage
Sat in dis ‘ere e-z-chair all day wid da laptop in da lap doin’ varies www thangs whilst watchin’ baskitbull, cajunly takin’ a brake fer yurnary reeleaf an’ din ‘roun’ seben thutty dis eebnin Becky sez “It’s reddy!” so’s ah ups ‘n’ heds fer da kitchin and seez dis crackpot o’ stuff on da stobe ‘n’ takes da lid off ‘n’ Lordy! It’s cone beef in cribbage!!! Ah duzn’t know an’ hazn’t got no idee how da hole day goes by-n-by ‘n’ ah don’t smells it, but dats zackly what happen an’ it ain’t no lye! But, sho wuz good, an’ datz sayn a mouf full! Dat cone beef in cribbage. Mmm-mm!
Um, is dat be plitikly inkrekt? :nono: Twarn’t tensional, but ef’n so den, so solly! :conicalhat:
Google Chappells
Chappells.us has now been sort of joined at the hip with Google Apps, which is part of Google’s strategy to make Microsoft irrelevant to the internet.
Here’s what Google says about it: “Google Apps will let your members communicate and work together online, all for free. Google Apps lets you offer email, instant messaging, and calendar accounts on your own domain name, to keep your group close and build its online identity. You can also design and publish web pages to show others what you’re all about.”
Well, we’ve had our web pages published for quite a while now, in case anybody wanted to know what we’re all about. Or sort of about. So, we’ve already built an online identity, insofar as anybody may have noticed. Seems to mostly just come down to the “keep your group close” notion. Eh. Whatever.
Spring Critters
March 26, 2007
General
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John
Along with spring comes spring critters. What I wanna know is, with springtime outside, how come they wanna come inside? The other morning there was a bit of commotion downstairs, Becky went to investigate. I was asleep at the time, or I would’ve investigated, of course. I think I woke up as she was coming back upstairs to report a bird in the fireplace. Now, this used to be a routine occurrence in the old days, one that Stephen and I fixed by wrapping wire screening around the top of the chimney (yeah, up on the roof) so the critters couldn’t get in. Apparently, they’ve recently succeeded in building a nest and, in the process, wedging an opening through which determined aviaries are capable of gaining entry to their tomb below. Yes, aviaries, plural. On investigating the fluttering creature, I observed a couple others definitely not fluttering. Well, to make half a long story shorter, I captured the live bird and set him/her free outdoors; and scooped up the two dead ones which were given ignominious burials in the trash can, wrapped together in a plastic trash bag.
And then the invasion of the ants. Couple days later they’re swarming all over the kitchen counter and, I think, there ain’t much Becky hates worse than ants in her kitchen, except maybe mice in her walls. So, laid a bunch of ant killer around the outside of the house, and Becky’s been fighting a fierce battle inside that’s finally yielding results. :shootem:
So, how come the ant war is Becky’s responsibility, you ask? Hey, I take on the pterodactyls in the fireplace! :bond: