So. Squirrels. Yep. Adorable, acorn-lovin', bushy-tail quivering, rodents with an obvious agenda and TINY EVIL brains! Larry has always complained about squirrels. "They are just like rats, but with fluffy tails", "They are a pain my ass" (geez Larry...do you mean LITERALLY? Cuz that disturbs me!) and now I sort of see where he is coming from after an incident this weekend.
See, we've had a family of squirrels nesting off and on in our roof for many years. You can lie in bed and hear #1 Opal the cat snoring loudly under the bed #2 Aran the kitten playing with some god damn crinkly toy in the middle of the night #3 Larry snoring #4 Tater-Fay snoring #5 Squirrels living inside the roof and doing squirrel activities..it sounds like they are scratching, fucking, wrestling, digging, dragging, cooking, sewing, running marathons, etc. and it is LOUD while in our bedroom. The cats sit on the back of the futon and just stare and stare up at the ceiling.
Larry worked on the roof this weekend..he is trying to shut them out entirely (but unfortunately has probably trapped at least one in there..but what can be done?) Yesterday morning we heard a strange crash downstairs. We had heard a squirrel fucking around like normal IN the roof and then Larry said "FUCK! I think that because squirrel shit head can't get out at all now he's made his way into the water heater room!!"
Larry went downstairs and Opal and Mouse the Cats were sitting outside the closed door of our back bedroom (where mom lived and died) and that room is full of storage (and some antiques, including a beautiful old Phonograph player in it's own cabinet). When he opened the door he could hear the squirrel scurrying around (it was scared shitless) in that back bedroom! It had gotten from it's normal place in the roof..to the water heater room....to the attic/crawlspace..and OOOPS...There is a large hole in the ceiling of that back bedroom and guess who fell through it? Squirrel! Larry managed to make his way to one of the windows and the poor, frightened squirrel was able to get outside once the window was open. In the meanwhile, out of shock and fright, it had pissed everywhere (including on top of the antique Phonograph cabinet) and so Larry had to clean all that up.
A short while later we were getting into our auto and Larry pointed up to the top of the roof (we have an old A-frame house) and there was a squirrel staring Larry down. The squirrel looked ready to rumble and Larry is convinced that they are plotting a revolt against him. There Will Be Blood! I just hope they don't come after me next. I'm a supporter of squirrels (that ARE NOT in our roof or digging up flower bulbs) and they should consider me a friend!!
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Went to see Cat Power perform at Macdonald Theater on Saturday Night. The opener was a girl from Paris that goes by "Appaloosa" (or something like that) and she was one of the worst (and most unusual) opening acts I have seen. I liked her voice well enough...it reminded me a lot of Nico, if Nico were French and not German, and if Nico sounded a little more happy. The problem was that for 45 minutes we watched as "Appaloosa" pressed different techno background songs on her I-pod (did she compose these ditties herself? Perhaps? Do I like techno? NOOOOO!) and then proceeded to sing her cute little songs (half French, half English) while dancing semi-badly (she did this jumping jacks move A LOT!) Very repetitive, very pointless (to me) and probably very popular in certain European cities. Us dumb Americans just weren't getting into it..probably because we just didn't GET IT. Or it could be that she just fucking sucks!
Cat Power sounded great..her backing band was great, but the whole thing lacked something. We were sitting way up in the nosebleed section and they kept turning the house lights on up there (I think some girl lost her contact or the contents of her purse fell all over the floor or something) and then people kept talking (loudly) through Chan's set. Why didn't they just GO HOME and put on a CAT POWER Cd and THEN have their fucking conversation? If we'd been standing on the main floor, with the under-age kiddies, right in front of the stage we probably would have had a better time and felt more connected to the whole performance..but then again, I don't know. Doubt I'll ever see her live again, though I do love her music.
Well, time to finish laundry, drink my blueberry tea and go back to bed (just kidding on that last part..)
