It's Buffet Time In The 'Hood

I came home from running errands, and saw this yearling moose next door. There's a mother with a couple of year-old calves that run around the neighborhood and eat our landscaping. The moose aren't dumb, they only eat nice expensive ornamental trees, bushes and shrubs. Sometimes they eat the tulip greens as they poke through the earth. Sometimes they eat Dion's lilac bush. But you know, that's OK. That's what moose do. They also poop, but that's another story. Urban moose are an everyday sight here, but it's still cool enough that we point them out every time we see one. Usually, the cows and calves are out in the open, but on rare occasions you can see a bull. It's a pretty awesome sight to see a bull in the Fall with a full rack.

Wikipedia Fun

I stole this from another friend's blog :O)

1. Go to Wikipedia and type in your birth month and day (not year)



2. List three events from that day



3. List two important births and one death



4. List one important holiday or observance

3 events

1066 - William the Conqueror invades England: the Norman Conquest begins

1867 - Toronto becomes the capital of Ontario

1928 - Sir Alexander Fleming notices a bacteria-killing mold growing in his laboratory, discovering what later became known as penicillin

2 births

551 BC - Confucius (Chinese philosopher)

1967 - Mira Sorvino (American actress)

1 death

1985 - Louis Pasteur

Observance

World Rabies Day

It's Pretty Simple

In the words of Patrick Swayze in Road House, "It's my way or the highway". This makes life in my house much easier :D

FYI

I like Clive Owen. I first came across him in Gosford Park, in which he plays Robert Parks, valet to Lord Stockbridge. It's a movie with an ensemble cast, but Clive Owen stood out as the tall, dark and handsome servant whose motives are a bit questionable. I've seen many of his other movies, American and English, but Gosford Park is by far my favorite. He's played quite the variety of roles: prison inmate with a green thumb, gay concentration camp prisoner, hot shot police detective who's losing his sight, as well as theater roles in Oliver and Henry IV Part I. But enough of all that, let's just look at him and drool, k?

If It's Not One Thing, It's Another

The Diva Cup. I first heard about this crazy invention from a friend of mine a few months ago. Instead of using a tampon, you insert this cup, and it collects the blood. *blech* Supposedly, you don't have to change this as much because it holds more fluid and doesn't leak. It even measures the "output" for you, I guess in case you want to write about it on your blog or something. It's environmentally responsible because you just empty it, wash it out, and reinsert it. I don't know who invented this thing, nor do I care. What I want to know is, when does the insanity stop? When do we, as women, say "stop making new things for us to shove up our hoohas!"? Tampons, sex toys, speculums, and now this?

The first ones were made out of rubber/latex. Now, it's made from silicone. Does this mean if I want a boob job, I just yank out my Cup and stuff it into my bra? Shouldn't I wash it first? Do they come in two-packs? While we're on the subject of cleaning it, how clean is clean? Will Ivory soap do the job, or do I need to bust out the Lysol Tub & Tile Cleaner? Is this a one-size-fits-all kind of thing? What if it falls out while you're just walking along minding your own business? It's not quite like looking for your contact lens, is it?

Folks, there is only one thing that's meant to be put into a vagina, and there are only a handful of things that are meant to come out of it. Please quit giving us all these other options.

First Post

My brother affectionately (I hope) calls me Slacker. What better way to keep reminding myself of this than to name my blog after it. I'll be putting all kinds of random stuff in this blog, but nothing too terribly personal. I don't yet know who I'll let read it, so I don't want to embarrass myself by telling the world I like to be spanked. I mean, that I'm in love with Gordon Ramsay. I'm not worried about Gordon finding out, but rather, his wife. She could probably kick my you-know-what.