OK, this could not be more random, but: today in Coney Island, they had some hot dog eating contest between people and elephants. Of course the elephants won, but this woman on the local news just asserted that she was the real winner because she ate 10% of her body weight, while the elephants only ate 3%. Now, she was a small woman, but STILL. TEN PERCENT OF HER BODY WEIGHT.

Freaky!

Oooh, yard sale the next street over tomorrow! Maybe I can get a cheap ironing board. And she says "storage stuff" so maybe some shelves.

I swear, a little red wagon would be good in this hood. When I picked up the catbox enclosure, a LRW would have been easier than putting it in my car.

And damn, maybe I need to be burning msbelle's anti-mosquito candles inside. I just got bit twice.

Luckily for me, Md mosquito bites, while they itch like hell initially, don't linger and fester like NM and NC ones did. I just have to avoid scratching myself a bruise in the meantime.

Yeah, some kind of wagon often seems like a good idea in neighborhoody places. I still don't have an ironing board because of the thought of carrying one home, even from down the street....

Why are you defending yourself when you got into an eating contest WITH AN ELEPHANT?

Speaking of insect bites, I managed to find the one ant in the entire pool complex earlier today and the little bastard bit me right on top of my toe.

Annoying.

Things I do not miss about the south -- ants that bite.

I'm watching Whale Wars. There's a commercial for a show about someone with a worm eating his brain. I did not need to see that.

There's a commercial for a show about someone with a worm eating his brain. I did not need to see that.

I usually watch Animal Planet at some point during the day, and I am so sick of those commercials. They actually make me switch away.

I hate the feet bites. Especially on calluses. God, those are insane.

I have a Loki story. When the bed delivery guys came, he freaked the fuck out. I was terrified he was going to run out the door and they kept leaving it open, but he ran to the kitchen. Then I heard a clatter and he wasn't on the counter any more. I went looking for him while they were still here, but no luck. I started looking in the bushes and getting a little frantic. They left and I got more frantic. I was up and down the block, calling. I go back inside and think to look in the cabinets. He was under the sink. He'd opened the cabinet and pulled it shut behind him.

Good to know he won't bolt outside. But god, I was panicked. I should have shut them all in a bedroom.

Point taken, bon. Of course, the whole "contest" was for pikers -- the real deal is tomorrow.