A common meme here is just how frigging odd the japanese are, from a western perspective anyway. Case in point:

This little number

Featuring cute kitties that morph into penis heads, tanks with giant penis’s chasing terrified white men around, and other assorted oddness, all set to an oddly compelling little dittie. Oh, and all rendered as ascii art by the way. Well worth a look if you’re into the bizarre. I’d love to know what it all means.

I kid you not, the spam of the day had a subject line of:

‘smelly butthole juices’

Who the fuck would answer that? Normally I read the ones that make me laugh, but I did not want to know what that one was all about. People are frigging wierd.

I listen. Seriously. Daniel Schorr is my favorite commentator on NPR, in fact he’s my favorite news analyst period. I just thought I’d take a moment to give him his due. You can listen to his pieces on the npr website.

A woodchuck has moved into the neighborhood and has been visiting my yard occasionally. I finally managed to snap a couple of pictures of him. Unfortunately the picture’s blurry because I had to shoot through the screen. Still, pretty cool. The first time I spotted him was pretty amusing. I also have a family of chipmunks again this year. So I’m in the bathroom and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I look out, and the woodchuck has wandered into my backyard and is giving it a good sniff. One of the chipmunks, a youngling the size of a golf ball, senses the woodchuck, goes up on its hind legs, and lets out a big squeak. The hedgehog is the size of an small dog, and it hears the squeak and turns tail and runs off into the woods. It made me laugh, the brave little chipmunk scaring off the huge woodchuck.

I have a few other photos of the woodchuck I might post later. I managed to get the screen up and shoot a few but he heard me and took off, so they’re even blurrier because he is in motion. But maybe I’ll post them anyway.

…include rolling over in bed while reading and discovering that a wasp has decided to share the bed with you. My reaction went something like ‘oww, hmm whatzat, owww, ouch OUCH what the fuck!!!’ The little bastard only stung me once, and to be honest it wasn’t that bad. The pain was less of an issue then me becoming completely paranoid. For the rest of the night, every time the blanket brushed against me funny I went schitzo, convinced another wasp was under the covers. Tonight I’m attacking the attic crawl spaces, where I think the wasp came from, with my shopvac.