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I continuously wonder at the amazement the human populous has with a well maintained turf around ones abode.

Really? What the hell does cutting grass have to do with the human condition? Does it say were not as good as our neighbor, if the retired bastard has nothing better to do with his day/life than chop off a few inches of plant matter every couple days? Does it mean were lazy or not as good as our neighbor if we don’t beat them to punch and get the yard cut before they do, again?

I wonder if it’s pointless to ask why we do it, even if no one outside the immediate members such yards belong to are the only ones to notice, unless it is not tended to in a timely matter.

Are we that far gone as a species of animals that the only thing we have to look forward to is mowing our grass?

What the fuck makes grass so fucking special?

Why is it that the harder one works, the more work they are then expected to do?

Isn’t that just a vicious circular conundrum?

I know that Youtube, Facebook, and Myspace are all the rage for the kiddies on the internet these days. I have frequented these establishments and actively have accounts with them.

I just fail to see why Myspace is the craze that it is. I mean, it’s not easy to configure with backgrounds or what not. It’s next near impossible to just find someone’s Myspace web address, nothing neat and kind about that. The layout is confusing and can be placed about.

Moths are just drawn to some interesting flames. Maybe it’s something I’m not seeing here, but if it’s that unobvious, it sure isn’t living up to the simplicity principle.

What’s your power move?

I feel so selfish for enjoying Ze Frank and The Show for the past year. What a hilarious young man. Too bad he’s only doing his show for one year. What started out on March 17,2006 will shortly end later this month. I am sad for this, but as Ze has said, it’s to make it all worthwhile, not like the OC. But I also really liked Rocketboom when it was hosted by Amanda Congdon; but alas neither is now good without the other.

I really can’t wait to see what this Ze character will do next Tech related, but I’d watch for him.

You’d think having a farm over run with some 20 odd small felines would pretty much decimate any kind of rodent population. But after feeding said cats on a steady diet of gourmet cat food and the occasional table scrap, they become complacent. So mice do exist on our farm, but mainly in the corn room, which happens to hold the cat food as well; in other words, off limits to the cats.

Having the amazing powers of observation, my mother has on more than one occasion caught mice in a lowly plastic 5 gallon pail:

There’s really nothing all that magical about this method either, it’s just a little physics and the occasionally ill-fated movements of the mice that meet there timely demise. See the pail can really be set anywhere in the room, just so long as it’s empty and in a suicidal mouse’s path. The little critters fall in, but due to the pail slippery surface and the deep depth of the pail, it is the last mistake they will make.

Quite amusing to watch a mouse try to hop out of pail to no avail, but that means it’s dinner time for the lazy cats. There’s even a few of the idiot cats that will play with the mouse once they get it and sometimes they invariably let it go. Silly cats. Therefore, the mousers of the bunch get dinner and the other sorry suckers have to wonder where all the mice have gone they could have eaten.

So don’t be fooled by stick ’em traps, the old cheese and snap trap or other inhuman devices to rid these varmin. A plastic 5 gallon pail will do just fine!