activists schmactivists

some people want to kill a tiny little sweety pooky polar bear named Knut. they want to kill him because he is an unnatural beast being all born in captivity.

poo on them i say, poo.

betrayed by girl guides

walking down my street after work i pass a small herd of girls pulling along a huge grocery cart filled with girl guide cookies. these little whips were not wearing their uniforms, but the equivalent of hot pants. no bother. they are seven-ish so it's no big deal. i'm pretty sure I wore an aqua terry cloth one piece shorts/tube top jumper thingy at that age.

anyhoo...I passed them, just a block and a half north of my house, working their way door to door selling their wares. I get home, I go upstairs and wait. And wait and watch out my window wondering "when will the girl guides come?" I send Cman downstairs and out on to the street to check to see how far away they are. It's been over an hour. My street is small.

"no girl guides or cookies on the street" announces Cman.

Those bitch girl guides skipped my block.

when acting like a ninny in public

yesterday i was walking home from the street car stop and there was a little pigeon toddling along beside me on the sidewalk. fine. i said "hi bird". fine fine. but then he flapped his wings and shot up into the air coming dangerously close to my head where I screamed, yes screamed and waved my arms around and kind of hopped sideways into the road.

today, walking to work, a bird pooped on my head.

same bird?