IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT
Let's get crazy.
(Thanks to Cyndi Schoenbrun)
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(Thanks to Cyndi Schoenbrun)
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Let's not, because we have to wait for a hurricane to go over our heads first.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | September 25, 2004 at 07:57 PM
I said FIRST.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | September 25, 2004 at 07:58 PM
Hang in there Dart you are getting to be in the record books after all.
I was greatly disturbed that the mini essays were no written by the squirrels.
Christobol I think you need to write a mini essay as a squirrel. Maybe after another beer?
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 08:01 PM
the weather channel owns me....i will give everything i own to the weather channel...the weather channel is good.....
they could do it if they wanted to. we wouldn't know it.
on topic...i got nothing.
Posted by: josh | September 25, 2004 at 08:16 PM
judi, you're voodoo. I'm up late avoiding bed in part because we have a flying squirrel in our bedroom.
They're nocturnal, and cute as all getout (and folks, getout is cute, and all getout is fuggeddaboudit). But anyways, it's not really a quiet kind of squirrel. Smaller than a tree squirrel, and little bigger than a chipmunk, it's just kinda climbing around on our wood walls and wooden beams in the ceiling (over our bed, and sometimes it *almost* falls).
No biggy to him if he falls, because he's a flying squirrel. Outdoors, where he is SUPPOSED to be, he can apparently leap from the top of one tree and fly hundreds of feet to another tree.
In my bedroom, he can leap from, say, the wall, down to my desk. He's got a flat tail, instead of bushy, so he can steer in the air. It's all really cool, and it all really doesn't belong in my bedroom.
Wish I had a spider.
Posted by: Christobol | September 25, 2004 at 08:47 PM
Christobol that is cool can you please write a mini essay about the squirrel flying in your bedroom. How does your wife feel about this squirrel? And when can we see pictures?
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 08:52 PM
I clicked the link for when you find a baby squirrel and didn't see any good recipes. Judy, where are they on the site?
Posted by: Brad | September 25, 2004 at 08:58 PM
Well, my wife is much braver than me, and has been known to just put out some grapes for the squirrel and go back to bed.
I, on the other hand, believe that being loud is a good approach. Kindof like when I was a kid, and thought I heard a strange noise in the house, and my brother and I would walk around yelling to one another "I SURE HOPE SOMEONE IS IN HERE, BECAUSE I WANT TO PRACTICE MORE KARATE!" to which the other would respond "YES, OUR BLACK BELTS IN KARATE ARE GOOD IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS, WHERE A STRANGER WHO WANTS TO BE MANGLED IS IN OUR HOUSE, BUT WE MAY NOT NEED TO USE KARATE, SINCE WE HAVE THESE BIG GUNS" and the other would say "OH YEAH, THE GUNS, LET SHOOT THEM AND BEAT THEM!"
But anyways my wife is out of town, so at least I won't bug her with my yelling.
Posted by: Christobol | September 25, 2004 at 09:00 PM
Christobol - maybe you could yell at the bowl of grapes?
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 09:09 PM
oh and if that doesnt work pulling the covers completely over your head will always protect you from things that go bump in the night as long as they aren't in a Stephen King novel or a flying squirrel.
Dang guess you are out of luck...Go back to yelling at the grapes
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 09:12 PM
As a student in Kalamazoo MI, I often had squirrels attack me, hoping for food.
Here in NZ, the only place I've seen squirrels is the Zoo.
I kind of prefer the way it is here.
Posted by: J in NZ (pronounced "enzed") | September 25, 2004 at 09:13 PM
enzed - they keep squirrels in cages in a zoo in NZ? I thought they had cool things like walabees and koalas and platapus in those parts. Wouldn't a squirrel be a let down?
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 09:16 PM
Reminds me of a story with my ex in Florida.
I was in the other room and I heard a blood curdling girly scream in the bedroom. I waddled in there as quickly as I could, considering I was 8 months pregnant at the time. My ex was near hysteria pointing up to the ceiling. To a spider. A spider roughly the circumference of a small pizza.
So, I'm scared of spiders, but the ex, well...he once tried to climb me like I was a tree when he found a spider crawling up his leg.
We argued for a while about who would kill it, but I knew I would end up doing it, so soon gave in. So...I got my pregnant self up on the bed with a big shoe in my hand. And I kept imagining it jumping from the ceiling and attaching itself to my face. Blah!
I got close and wacked it and somehow ended up leaping off the bed with great speed, if not grace.
I knocked the spider off the ceiling, but when the ex moved the bed to scoop it up and toss it, it was nowhere to be found.
He then spent the next two hours moving every piece of furniture in the bedroom...picking up every scrap off the floor. Removing the sheets...matresses...
Posted by: Polly | September 25, 2004 at 09:18 PM
I gave the grapes a good yelling at.
Now they are, officially, The Grapes of Wrath.
Well, it had to be said.
Posted by: Christobol | September 25, 2004 at 09:19 PM
ROFL Good job Christobol.
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 09:21 PM
thank ya verra much.
Ok - I'm going to sleep. If I am consumed by really cute woodland creatures during the night, never again to love and laugh and look upon all things in a way that is not quite sane, I just want you to remember that I said that sucks and I wish it hadn't happened.
Posted by: Christobol | September 25, 2004 at 09:25 PM
Christobol - We shall never forget. And neither will the grapes of wrath
Posted by: Mad Scientist | September 25, 2004 at 09:31 PM
I hunt squirrels. Why scream at them when you can use a shotgun?
Posted by: Alex D. | September 25, 2004 at 10:22 PM
squirrels eat grapes? who knew!
Posted by: Mike Weasel | September 25, 2004 at 11:00 PM
Mad Scientist--
The zoo has wallabies and koalas too. I guess squirrels have an "ooh" factor as there aren't any wild ones here, or maybe the squirrels I saw there were rare ones. I didn't really pay them much attention...after all, they're squirrels.
Posted by: J in NZ (pronounced "enzed") | September 25, 2004 at 11:17 PM
For anyone who hasn't commented on here regularly before, this will make absolutely no sense whatsoever, but here goes anyway...
I ventured off into the world of blogging on my own, without the help of someone else's entries, as seen here, here, here, here, here, and here. Perhaps I write too much.
For now, at least, I'm back making witty comments about goofy news stories. It's much more fun. :-)
Posted by: Alex D. | September 25, 2004 at 11:40 PM
This is absolutely off-topic, but I was just wondering how much are my two favourite circles of insanity are overlapping... so, how many of you have heard the h2g2 new series? How many of you have any idea what I'm talking about?
Consider this a 'semi-random insanity survey', if you will...
Posted by: penny (a lurker coming out) | September 26, 2004 at 02:30 AM
C-bol – having spent a tidy little sum squirrel-proofing the attic recently (apparently in addition to acorns, electrical insulation is way up on their gourmet menu) I can sympathize with your flying tree-rat dilemma. My suggestion is for you to eat the grapes and throw the bowl at the squirrel.
And to segue into the Very Blond Boyfriend Exotic Animal Story-of the Day: He had just moved to Florida and we had just moved in to our first apartment together when I got a distress call at the office.
“There’s a DRAGON in the bedroom!!!”
“What?”
“A dragon! It’s got horns and teeth and it’s IN THE BEDROOM!!!”
“Calm down. There’s no such thing as a…”
“EEEEK!!! It moved!”
Indeterminate sounds. THWAP! Rattle. Thunk. SLAM!
Turns out we had an iguana infestation. He threw a book at it, knocked it out, wrapped it in a towel and threw it outside. He’d never seen an iguana before and this was someone’s escaped pet. Fortunately it survived, climbed a tree and stared down at him until the apartment maintenance guy got there to rescue it and return it home.
Posted by: slowlayne | September 26, 2004 at 02:32 AM
wow. C-bol, hilarious. But doesnt this Jon person have JUST a little too much free time? Hey he should join in this blog!!
Posted by: queensbee | September 26, 2004 at 02:57 AM
No where on that website did I see anything about the Demon Dumpster Squirrel... the most evil and diabolical of rodents... this creature lives in the dumpster and will defend it's territory viciously...
Posted by: Drifty the Gypsy | September 26, 2004 at 03:48 AM
I was thinking that Talk Like a Pirate Day needs a mascot. There is a one-eyed squirrel that lives in my backyard. How about we slap an eye patch on him and make him the mascot? What do you think? I want to call him Patchy.
Posted by: Patchy the Squirrel | September 26, 2004 at 05:53 AM
i'm convinced god is pissed off about the 2000 election, and wants to make sure no one in florida votes in this one.
Posted by: judi | September 26, 2004 at 06:18 AM
SOmeone (no names) needs to get a life, if this is the best way they can think of to spend a Saturday night. No wonder Punky drinks.
We have a huge oak on the corner and consequently have squirrels all the time, though fortunately not in the apartment. Sadly, we saw two dead ones last week, one totally mashed and the other looking like it was sleeping on its side -- it probably took a glancing blow from a car.
penny: can't answer for anyone else, but I have no clue what you're talking about. But then, I'm a geezer.
Christobol, if we had a squirrel in the bedroom my wife would definitely be out of town with your wife.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 26, 2004 at 07:49 AM
Sadly, the squirrel guy probably had a MUCH more exciting Saturday night than I did. Nothing beats doing a puzzle and going to bed early for the total nerd factor.
Posted by: Angie | September 26, 2004 at 08:36 AM
I love squirrels!
Posted by: Chris Cypser | September 26, 2004 at 01:34 PM
Would it be too obvious for the intro to read : "Let's go nuts"?
Also, fortieth!
Posted by: Mr. Ken | September 26, 2004 at 03:03 PM
judi, have you seen this one? (scroll down for map)
God's only pissed off at the Republicans.
Posted by: Alex D. | September 26, 2004 at 07:09 PM
A couple of years ago, I was dating a guy who had trouble with squirrels in the attic. This was at the same time that my parents were having the same problem. The boyfriend used live traps to catch them and would return them to the wild.
My dad used a BB gun.
Boyfriend got all preachy about that.
One day I was at boyfriend's house. He had gone down to the basement to switch around the laundry, and I heard a commotion which included a great deal of cussing. I went down and saw a squirrel sitting on top of the dryer, basically laughing at boyfriend. All around were shredded pieces of insolation and ceiling stuff.
Boyfriend turned and looked at me and said, "Get the gun."
Posted by: slyeyes | September 26, 2004 at 07:12 PM
A British friend always comes for Thanksgiving and usually brings a decadent dessert. Dessert because she's often running late and also thinks Americans are more qualified to prepare root vegetables and cranberries. (Did you know cranberries are native to America?)
One year she brought a delicious rich chocolate torte. She refused to have any.
Later she and her husband told me that she had been preparing the torte at the last minute. It was warm and needed to cool. She put it on her deck and went to get dressed. You know what's coming. A squirrel began to eat the crust when she discovered the little critter. With no time left to make something else or buy, she pulled off all the crust around the edge so it looked like it was supposed to be crustless and served us squirrel pit.
Now she never puts crust on it.
Posted by: Squirrel Pie | September 27, 2004 at 06:56 AM
Rats with furry tails....actually pretty tasty when fried and good with dumplings.
Posted by: philintexas | September 27, 2004 at 08:39 AM
In Texas, squirrel season never closes.
Posted by: thiggypop | September 27, 2004 at 12:25 PM