If a person is missing an arm or even both arms do they still have armpits? If they have hair there is it still called armpit hair? Would it be side-torso hair instead? Would the hair even be necessary without the arms? Would the body abandon the production of hair there?
We watched Kill Bill tonight. It was just as gory and violent as the reviews indicated. There were quite a few instances of spraying blood from where limbs or heads used to be. So yeah – I definitely gave it two thumbs up. Sorry if i ruined the end for anybody. Oh wait – this was only part one – i can’t ruin the end.
I tinkered around the yard a lot this afternoon. I tore down the WT part of the fence to try and motivate me to actually finish up that section of the fence. I relocated three rhubarb plants from stand-alone planters to the planter i built along the south face of the house under the eve. We’ll also move some red raspberry plants there that Amy and i found last fall. They should get plenty of sun and a bit less rain there – i just hope not too little. I collected quite a few sheets of scrap plywood and 2x4s from a project at work, brought them home, and pulled nails from them. I cleaned out part of the shed and built a bracket for stacking the 2x4s above the sheet pieces. I cleared out about a quarter of the crawlspace under the house, spread a sheet of plastic on the soil and then started putting the crappier pieces of plywood on the plastic to walk on. The plastic will provide a bit of a moisture barrier for the underside of the house and allow me to work under there without having to put on my rubber boots. I found the one spot in the pipes that squeaks when you shut off the water and silenced it. (The builders suspended the plumbing about 8 inches below the floor joists so if there is ever a water leak that it is easy to find and doesn’t damage the structure too terribly much.) I cleared out the collection of extension cords, christmas tree stands (yes, plural), and garbage that has collected under there over the past few years. I still have three more sheets of plastic to spread under there and then will finish the skirting insulation so that in the future there will not be as many battles with frozen pipes. I hope to connect to the municipal water in the next few months. I kicked one of the flattened balls for Marley quite a bit. (You wouldn’t believe the number of soccer or basketballs that end up with knive holes in them at work.) I trimmed tree branches, pulled from the ground and threw away an old extension cord that provided power to the shed, and i burnt a collection of cardboard boxes. The funny thing is that it would be impossible for me to list this day’s tasks chronologically since i frequently jump from one job to the next and back to the first. So my few hours of work this afternoon was even more chaotic due to my disorganized approach to work like this. To me it is akin to play.
This week’s theme: Heavy Metal.
A week ago or so i was driving back to work after lunch and saw a sizable pod of killer whales. Can a seven minute commute get much better than that?
I mentioned my brief stint in NMOA before. Well here are a few digitally remastered (not really) mp3 files of our stuff. Sadly I have only one full song of the four original songs. Sloth is now available as a single file. Arthropod Murderers was cut off at the end so some of the good parts are missing. Aw heck, who am i kidding? There aren’t any good parts.
This is… N.M.O.A.!
Sloth! Sloth! (Two-toed, that is.)
Is a sloth a marsupial?
Sloth! Sloth. Sloth.
Sloths are not marsupials.
Sloths are marsupials.
Sloths are mammals.
Marsupials are mammals.
Sloths do not nurse their young in a pouch.
You murse your nung in a pouch.
(Unintelligible) Marsupial! Marsupial!
Marsupial! Sloth. Sloth!
Sloth! Sloth! Wombat!
(Unintelligble) Sloth! Sloth! Sloth! Sloth! Sloth! Two-toed sloth!
Nurse your young in a pouch! Raaaargh!
(Unintelligble) …nurse their young in a pouch.
They do! Nurse their young in a pouch. Marsupials.
Rrrargh. Sloth Sloth Sloth! Sloth!
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Arthropod murderers! (Unintellible for about a minute with the occasional “arthropod murderers” or “arthropod death” coming through the gibberish. There also is a little something about killing spiders in the shower.)