Wildlife webcam

January 15, 2007


This is a really cool live webcame of a watering hold in Africa. Often it’s just a shot of a pond with zero going on, but it’s worth checking back occasionally. I’ve seen some nifty stuff there.

Apparently, the best time to visit is from 11pm to 4pm Eastern time.



January 11, 2007

So this is a picture my son decided to draw tonight:


In case you can’t tell, that’s the Statue of Liberty doing the King Kong on a building that, I’m told, is George Washington’s house. There are fireworks and flags and two really cool eagles flanking the whole shibang and man, I love my kid.

The whole George Bush fiasco made me forget that saying you’re patriotic doesn’t always mean you’re insane. There was a time when being patriotic was pretty nice.

This picture is what that feels like.

Six Degrees of Describulation (and other news)

January 11, 2007

Any of you ambling (ha–funny) over from Myspace will probably know what I’m talking about. I was doing 6 degrees of separation. You know…click on a friend and click on one of their friends and so on and see who you end up with.

It’s scary. Sometimes in a good way sometimes not. It’s heartening to know that people really do have as motley a crew as I do, though (or at least have friends who do).

[ Sorry, I really needed brackets right here. I forgot to post the warning. You know, the one where I say I’m exhausted and coming off of a horrible flu that involved SYMPTOMS if you know what I mean and therefore will probably ramble and not make much sense. If you’re a first time reader, this warning may give you the hopeful sensation that the next entry you read might actually be worth the click it took you to get here. Hope’s so misleading, isn’t it? So, carry on, warned-ones.] I so love brackets.

OY! I actually have to scroll up to find where I was. Oh yeah! So I was on a friend of my friend Joe’s site. This guy had used his blog space as kind of a platform for showing some photos he’s taken which were all wonderful. The odd thing was that in the midst of all of the arresting photos, there were some of Cape Cod. Now, I live on Cape Cod so I was familiar with these locales. There was something about the way he shot the images though, that really made me homesick. For the Cape. It’s a difficult sensation to describe (I accidentally wrote “describle.” I should have left it!) but it was kind of cool, kind of miserable.

Through these photos, I saw the Cape the way I saw it when I first came up here at age 19. It was so soothing. Now, it’s…cluttered.

And while it really has become sort of cluttered in the 3 years since I was 19 (!) it’s not thatbad. Those photos were recently taken, actually. I guess I just miss something being new. A place being full of possiblility.

The Cape has gotten pretty stale to me. It’s been good to me for sure, it just keeps on givin’, really, but feeling like you’ve nothing new to explore in a place makes you feel old.

So, humph, now I want to move. All because of a picture of some guy I’ve never met.


It appears that I have the only dog that dreams about drinking water. It’s really funky to watch…he does it a lot. This is the same dog that gets hiccups every other hour so I guess it makes a certain amount of sense.

I can’t believe it’s not budder.

January 7, 2007

Something weird is happening. I’m writing things in odd ways. For example, “wonce” instead of “once.” Is it because I’ve been reading a lot of Eben’s “dedly” writing?

Or could it be…a brain tumor? No, no. Let’s talk about something else.

In other news, I just found out that a little pat of butter contains 100 calories! 100 calories!!! Pass the crack, I think it’s better for me.

When I smoked, the most precious time for me and my little nics was in the morning, over coffee. That was all I had for breakfast. I know, I know…ew. But who hasn’t been in a bad relationship? 

Since I’ve given up cigarettes, I’ve taken up breakfast and what I’ve really come to enjoy is a bagel with butter that I dunked in my sweet, oh so sweet, coffee. It was great! Simple pleasures, right? Yeah, me and Paris Hilton.

But now I just discovered that my little ritual is costing me 400-500 calories, not counting (why was I just suddenly convinced that the word counting had an apostrophe in it? I’m dying.) the calories in the massive amounts of sugar I put in my coffee. This means, God’s children, that all of my exercising…my sweat, my toil…doesn’t even undo the damage I’ve done eating a breakfast I wasn’t even hungry for in the first place! How did I miss this butter thing? During my short stint modelling, I had an anorexic’s awareness of calories, but I don’t remember this butter nightmare. I must have avoided butter altogether.

So I’m getting fat on butter-saturated crumbs. Meanwhile, I have two runner friends who seem to be able to put anything into their perfectly sculpted faces and it turns into beautiful, marble-like flesh, whereas I put rice cakes in my maw only to have it turn into marshmallow fluff on my thighs.

I hate runners, I hate the butter industry, I hate mornings.

 I still like coffee though, and I’m working really hard to convince myself that some Pollander’s Allfruit is just the yummy goodness I need to greet the day.

Oh, PS- My neck is better! Yay me!!

Pain in the neck

January 5, 2007

I have this really weird thing that happens to me sometimes (like now, for example) : My neck spasms for no particular reason and then I’m stuck in a position that has me looking at my left foot for about 3 days if left untreated. Exciting as my left foot is, I’ve elected to do this instead. I just spread out on the couch and put a computer between my face and my left foot….simple.

I know you’re thinking, “Oh good! It’s about time she blogged!” I’m really irritated, too, because this neck bullcrap has gotten in the way of my writing my note to the horse-poo simpleton. Also, it was a fantastic day today, temp-wise. I really wanted to be out there, burning some calories by leaping over dung heaps like so many hurdles. I guess this just isn’t my day.

Instead, I hung around the house in excruciating agony. At one point I wanted to get off the couch but my neck had frozen in the position it was in and every time I tried to move it, tears kept trying to jump from my eyes.  <Blatent attempt at sympathy>

Also, I discovered that while a 12 week old German Shepherd puppy may be wonderful in general, it is an ASS PAIN if you can be pain free only when looking at your left shoe.

The eldest Corgi (makes him sound more dignified than he is considering lately he’s been walking around with poo stuck to his butt….WHY IS IT ALWAYS ABOUT POO LATELY?) can go upstairs but is too scared to come down. Well, he ran upstairs an hour ago, but my neck (and the fact that he’s got poo-butt) prevents me from carrying him down. I guess George will have to do that (heh!)  after he comes home with Taco Bell (Shut up. Taco Bell is calorie-free when your neck is in spasm. Look it up.)

So I was watching this show on National  Geographic and I realized that, although I loved them as a kid, I now think they’re terrible.  Anyone who believes in some sort of sweet natured lovable God should watch these fuckin’ things. Seriously. Either the baby zebra is horribly mauled or the baby lion starves to death. Survival of the fittest is right. Pretty terrible. I actually found myself feeling sorry for an ant who was being tricked and then eaten alive by some sort of grub-looking creature. Bah. Now I’m really really depressed.

Oh goodie. George is here with Taco Bell.


January 5, 2007

Now you may subscribe to my blog of infinite wisdom. Move your little eyeballs to the right (your right, not my right 🙂 ) and you’ll see, in the sidebar, a slot to enter in your e-mail address.

Now you’ll have a little slice o’ goodness delivered directly to your inbox, all clean and ready to delete!

A chalk outline of my plan for today

January 5, 2007

I’ve got something important to do today and it involves chalk.

Most of you know that I’ve been running/walking/riding on the bike trail from Eastham to Orleans pretty much every day. For those of you that don’t know, the bike trail is really popular with exercisers (OUT SATAN) as well as dog-walkers and rubber-neckers. Some use it simply as a highway into Orleans that doesn’t involve (too much) car exhaust.

I like to use the trail for exercise and dog-walking, and I’m pretty damn good about making sure that my dog’s poo is picked up from the trail, even though all of my dogs go off of the path to do their bidness. I do this not because I think someone’s going to veer off the paved path and into my dog’s puddin’. I don’t do this because it’s fun carrying around a “poo-purse” for the duration of my jaunt.

I do this because if I don’t, and other dog owners don’t, then it is likely that we will lose our privilidge of walking our dogs there, and frankly, in the tourist season there just aren’t enough cool places to do that.  If everyone thinks they’re the exception to the rule then there is no rule and the trail is covered in shiite, end o’ story.

Except it’s not the end of the story!

Yesterday I was riding my bike at high speed and I saw a gaggle of geese flying towards me. Loudly. So I looked up and over at them and when I looked back at the road….HORSE SHIT!! A huge ant-hill pile of horse crap in the MIDDLE of the path.

So I veered wildly, almost losing my balance. Had I fallen, I would have likely landed  in the poo as well as seriously injuring myself despite the obvious cushioning effect that horse dung undoubtedly has.

So, Grr.

For the past week or so I’ve been noticing horse poo on the bike trail. At first one pile…then a couple….but now this ass is really letting it fly.

It. Pissed. Me. Off.

A total of 5 (!) piles of excrement in my 7 mile ride, all of them within the two middle miles. So I rode for a long time trying to figure out how to alert this stupid horse rider that I, um, don’t like him/her. I envisioned me riding 3 miles in with a big wooden sign and hammer hooked on my back but that didn’t seem feasible as I keep dropping my cell phone, let alone a big piece of wood.

Then it occurred to me: CHALK! No need to fear vandalism charges, and it’s so lightweight! Yay me.

So I asked George to pick up some colored sidewalk chalk at the store for me and he said, “Colored?” and I said,  “Yes–the brighter the better.” This may be the one time that pink would be good for me. 

So he came home with white and I said, “Didn’t they have colored chalk?” And he said, “Oh, did you want colored chalk?” Sigh.


My plan for today is to ride into the heart of Mr. Ed’s territory and, in two directions, scrawl this:


Why do I have to clean up after my 30 pound dog yet you don’t have to clean up after your 1 ton horse?

Get a drop bag or a shovel.

If I see you here without one of those things, I will throw your horse’s poo at your face.

Remember, if the poo is not there, I won’t be able to throw it. 

Have a nice day.

There are circumstances that have added to my bitchiness lately, yes. But I’ve really gotten tired of taking people’s shit. Ha. Really, no pun intended.