Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Damn, we hired a pest control service to get rid of the pigeons, and now we've got pterodactyls.

What next, velociraptors?

How would we get rid of them?

I fear for the future, would that I could pull a lever and bail out of this cycle of ever escalating combat against the slings and arrows, the pistols, the shotguns and cannons, the tanks, missiles and bombs of outrageous garden pests

Where will it all end?

How 'bout right here?

14 Comments:

Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Pigeons get this roosting nature
thing going at some people's digs
and it can be flapping hell to
eradicate them. In every
neighborhood one can not help
but notice that one roof that
the flock picks to roost on
habitually. It not pigeons, then
it is damn crows, that are bigger,
meaner, and smarter than the
cooing lunkheads. And it not
that then black-masked raccoons
that tip over your trash, crap on
your porch, eat your stray pussies,
and hiss at you if you interfere
with them. If not them, then those
mud-daubing hornets that get
up in your eaves, and flit around
with 2 inch stingers being flaunted.
And how about those Disney
cute rodents, the damned squirrels?
They can get into your attic and
walls, and then they talk to their
cousins, the rats, and well you
know the result of that conversation.
And ants, Christ, the plethora of
ants that invade, and build their
mounds in your yards, and bite
the shit out of you if you interact
with them. And banana slugs, and
garden variety slugs--yeah, nothing
like stepping on a slug with your
bare feet; what a rush.
I took my Suzuki to get "lojacked"
yesterday; expensive, but necessary
in this world we live in. "Lo-Jack"
is quite an improvement over more
conventional security systems.
Check it out; very interesting.
Took the wife to see CHARLIE ST.
CLOUD yesterday; sort of a goofy
movie with Zac Effrum, that was
filmed in British Columbia, and
was supposed to take place in
a fictitious seaport somewhere
on Puget Sound. Kept seeing those
Canadian San Juans, and the rugged
mountains of the Cascades north
of Vancouver, that come down to
the water's edge on the way
north to Alaska. Some nice sailboat
stuff in it, and several goofy ghost
scenes, and young love, and six
pack abs, and blue eyes.
Got together with my two daughters
later and we all scarfed up some
Mexican food. Thanks to Comcast
ON DEMAND, I got caught up on
RESCUE ME, which just keeps
getting better and better as Denis
Leary ages well. Then kind of wasted
two hours late at night watching,
TWILIGHT: NEW MOON. Needed to
see it before I get off to the real
theater and see the third installment
of the series out now. NEW MOON
was a bit of a mish-mash of plot.
Graham Greene dies in it, and
Michael Sheen does a bit as a
kind of UNDERWORLD vampire
king. If you want to laugh, and
wince, and see some good CGI,
and you are a 13 year old girl,
watch this flick alone at night.

10:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sex without love is a meaningless
experience, but as far as
meaningless experiences go
it's pretty damn good.

..............Woody Allen

10:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have just described all of your
marriages, and your stupid views
of life, Woodrow.

.........Mia Farrowell

10:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So when does Louise Lasser
show up and bad mouth me
too?


................Woody A.

10:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dont let deese broads gives ya
a hardtime der, Woodie. Youse
got da ritie idea. Git dat cooze
whilst ya can.

..................Vinnie

10:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To be nobody but yourself
in a world which is doing
its best, night and day,
to make you everybody else
means to fight the hardest
battle which any human being
can fight; and never stop
fighting.

..........e.e. cummings

10:29 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Actually, e.e., this gem of your
wisdom is an excellent one;
something to start one's day
kick-started. It is a premise
that Doug and I have worked
hard for more than six decades
to quietly demonstrate the need
for the individual's view in
this ticky-tacky world of
do-as-we-do.

10:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This premise is Boss, for sure.
And for you'all's information,
things don't change on the
other side. There is still pressure
to belong to the correct groups
with the correct attitude about
this and that. Conformity,
bah-humbug.

.................Eddie Emerald

10:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Odd that so many of us have
gravitated to this blog, to
this person, Lane Savant,
considering the multitude
of possibilities now available.
But only here, dear followers,
can you "read dead persons".

............George Patton

10:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh hell, there must be other
blog sites where the dead
and famous and infamous
show up and mouth off
like here. Might be some
interesting research to do
on ask.com, enit>

Thomas Buildsafire

10:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The only way to find true
happiness is to risk being
completely cut open.

............Chuck Palahniuk

10:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How very Nelly of you, Chuck.
But then you have been out
of the closet a long time now,
and move forward unafraid,
cloaked in your gaydom.

...........George Michael

10:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did any of you realize that I
started the Ramada Inn
franchise?

..............George Gobel

10:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What the hell does that have
to do with Palahniuk's quote
about happiness?

...........George Cloonie

10:44 AM  

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