Awww, puppy with poppy

(From the Daily Puppy.)

I think you need to channel his energies in a useful apprenticeship - say building demolition.

Right now I think he want to be a robotics engineer. Yeah, it's a bit ominous.

Eesh, Gud. My brother and I were responsible for a lot of broken glass. It got to the point that when we'd call the glass store, we didn't even have to give dimensions. We were on file. (The southwest corner of the house was all windows. And along the driveway where we played all sorts of ball games.)

Catnip Eyeballs(2)

What’s that rolling along the floor? That’s right... an eyeball!

These splendid cat toys are made with clean recycled sweatshirt fabric and other recycled scraps. Stuffed with plenty of minty organic catnip made in New England these eyeballs are a hit! Big enough not to roll into the cavern under your stove or fridge but light enough to bat around for hours. They are kitten tested, perfect to chew, kick, bat and pounce on.

An outline of fair use as it may apply to the Harry Potter Lexicon case, from...MTV. No, seriously.

Since expert witnesses are scheduled to testify today, no one's expected to cry on the stand. t sigh

I can put you in touch with him if you'd like?

Mostly, I'm just looking for recommendations for DIY language packages or books. I'm working on the alphabet now, which is... interesting. But heck, I learned the Cyrillic alphabet, I can learn this one! Right?

Right now I think he want to be a robotics engineer. Yeah, it's a bit ominous.

Indeed, especially since it doesn't preclude building demolition as a speciality.

You could get him that cool FUBAR tool and...no, on second thought that's probably not a good idea.

lisa - you are absolutely right about the @@ boys club.

I am going to eat outside today and knit - WHEE!

So I went into my bedroom this morning, and there was a tiny mouse next to my bed! I, of course, shrieked a bit, and then I wasn't quite sure what to do. The mouse just sat there, and my cat seemed not to have noticed it. Then my cat did notice it, and jumped down prepared to stalk it, whereupon the mouse... still didn't move. In fact, it just sat there for a couple of minutes, which totally puzzled the cat. She batted at it a couple of times, then looked at me with this flabbergasted expression. And I didn't know what to do about it either. I mean, usually they run away! So eventually I went and got a box and swept it into the box -- it tried a little to go the other direction, so it really was alive -- and took it outside. I know it'll just come right back in, but I had no idea what to do! I guess I should have driven it somewhere. Anyway, it just sat on my porch for several minutes, at one point dragging itself around in a circle. I said, "Oh, is your leg hurt? Poor dear!" and then mentally slapped myself, because here I would have been quite happy to let the cat deal with it. If only it weren't so cute! And it was adorable. The next time I looked outside, it had disappeared, which could mean many things, including that the buzzards got it. Now I feel conflicted, slightly guilty, and confused.