Grr. I just finished watching last night's Colbert Report and now I'm all aggrieved with our Tivo.

For no apparent reason, I've been really, really wanting to see "Demetri Martin: Person" (well, not no apparent reason so much as because he's kind of cute in a floopy barely-out-of-college way, plus his YiaYia appeared on TDS once to say what a nice boy he was, and I really miss my YiaYia and feel all misty toward people who still have theirs) for ages.

So I Tivo'd it once, long long ago, and what Tivo told me was going to be DM:P turned out to be a bulky magician who was not interesting and had no apparent YiaYia. So then I checked for future showings, and Tivo told me there were none. So then I scanned through all our saved TDS and Colberts until I saw an ad for DM:P, and then I told Tivo to tape whatever was on Comedy Central at that time -- and it turned out to be some other random comic and not DM:P.

Any other showings at all? I asked Tivo. Nope, never. And shut up and stop bugging me about that boring boy with his graphs and his floppy hair, Tivo snarled.

So what's on the end of last night's Colbert Report? The first 40 seconds of DM:P. MY TIVO IS MALICIOUSLY FUCKING WITH ME.

I have the most first worldest problem ever! I win!...something. Just not DM:P.

DJ, whitefonted in case you decide you don't want to know, which I wouldn't blame you for: Glue trap: Big strip of sticky paper. Lay it down in nooks and crannies where mice like to travel. Retrieve paper after mouse has walked part way across and gotten stuck; toss paper in trash with either live, terrified mouse about to be smothered by all the other trash dumped on top of it, or desiccated mouse that got trapped and starved to death while you were too lazy to check the trap. Glue traps are seriously evil.

I would have figured you guys were at least a somewhat social bunch.

Within, yes. To without--perhaps a bit impenetrable.

I made a student cry today. Or at least well with tears and then be bummed out for the rest of class. I think things are primarily resolved, but I can't promise it won't happen again. I seem to be some sort of lightning rod for these things.

I remember liking a song on NUMB3RS and having the lyrics googled and the song bought before they came back from commercial break.

We are living in the future, yo. I think that's cooler (and safer) than flying cars.

I said I did not want to have to deal with a stuck animal in the morning. My supervisor told me if I found one alive to turn the trap over the stomp on it.

Laga, unless you work for an exterminator (and even then) that's asking for a bit much.

DJ! I was staring at Garbo and wondering where I'd seen her before. And then I kept forgetting to check the internet, ironically.

But sometimes the web brings information to you, and sometimes it helps you track it down.

I traded out of my shift. But I still don't want to work for a company that tortures animals.

I just can't imagine my boss ever asking me to do that...too weird.

I bought a medium sized knee brace (open patella) the other day, and tried it on today.

Too freaking small.

"Kettlebell, baby!" chanted back some of my fellow instructors, turning my words against myself.

Fine. I hope they'll let me trade it for a large without the receipt.

Fucking kettlebell.

ita, ME TOO!! And then I remembered due to the convo with sarameg, that I knew how to find out!

Laga, JZ, no, just, no. I understand that mice are a rodent and whatever, but no. My friends used to have snakes, which they fed mice. Circle of life. I get it. But once they got one too tiny for the snakes to eat. They said it would have sat in the tank, terrified, until the snake finally killed it. So they took it out and gave it a shoebox until it got big enough. Unfortunatly, for the snake, it nuzzled me and we gave it a name, and as long as I fed it, we kept it. I should say though that I was 16 and didn't live with them, so they likely took over the feeding duties. But, uh uh. No.

Yeah it does kinda weaken my position that we have a snake at home that eats live mice.

Fucking kettlebell.

You are buff.

Think about Keeanu when he was doing Speed. "I didn't want cut muscles. I wanted big, beefy cop arms."