So thanks to irresponsible pet owners, poorly-built cages, and global warming -- a positive trifecta of Things That Are Not Very Good -- North America is about to have a starring role in the single best low-budget horror movie ever made. I'm talking about that inevitable Science-Fiction Channel thrill-fest...

Giant Snakes Eat Everything. (coming ( Read more... )

Kate, who believes in keeping her friends entertained (because when we're entertained, we're ever so much less likely to attack out of boredom), frequently forwards me bizarre emails about one thing and another during the course of the day. This becomes really entertaining when I'm away from my computer for a day or two, since then, I can come ( Read more... )

I arrive at the train station weekday mornings before six o'clock. This means that I am, essentially, swimming in a sea of the living dead, surrounded by people who communicate mostly through grunts, moans, and maddened flailing of limbs. I find this rather soothing, as it is entirely unchallenging; I'm good at reading the social cues of zombies ( Read more... )

Someone -- I have no idea who -- decided that my life needed to contain more coyotes. I can't really argue with this belief; my life always needs more coyotes. That's practically a defining characteristic of my life. A little wacky, a little weird, a little wistful, and marginally coyote-deficient. Infinite coyotes would still be insufficient ( Read more... )

So Indigo pings me, and goes 'look at cute thing!'. And I, being a generally amiable person when given clear and easily followed directions, go to look at cute thing. Cute thing turns out to be a coyote. Coyote turns out to be a part of a blog, being kept by a woman who rescued an orphaned coyote pup and is now chronicling his life, one photo ( Read more... )

Here are five totally random things about me which you may not have previously known. Because I like to share, especially when I get bored ( Read more... )

Arrived at the BART station this morning to find the station agents trying industriously to convince the angry skunk that was stomping its feet at the base of the escalator that it needed to cut it out and go away. At least one of the station agents had already suffered a critical failure, and was having shrieking conniptions over OH GOD THE SMELL ( Read more... )

So people have come to notice an increased number of references to crickets (usually in the context of 'where are the damn...'), preying mantises, and, most specifically, my preying mantis over the past week and change. And not being stupid, people have started to comment on these references, usually by demanding the context which I have so ( Read more... )

Self, I ask you...

How the hell did you manage to lose an entire bag of live crickets during the course of your morning commute? Where did it go?!

Some days I'd swear that if my head weren't bolted on, I'd have a lot more problems.

Basically, fear of snakes forced mammals to evolve to the point where we could keep snakes as pets and have them get loose and kill people on planes, thus bringing things full circle.

Truly it is a fabulous universe in which we live.

SNAKES MADE YOUR BRAIN!