Pink Moon

So this is awesome: The Terro ant traps you all recommended? Dude, TOTALLY WORKING. I’m finding piles of ant carcasses strewn carelessly around the sunroom, which was their lair. Yes, yes, I have to vacuum daily, but who cares? DEAD BODIES ABOUND. Aaand, sadly, I was reminded by my grim fascination with these little buggers when I downloaded photos off my camera this evening and discovered at least (oh my God) twenty photos I took one night while watching them with a glass of wine. Yes, you thought I made that up. I totally didn’t, and did, in fact, spend an entire Saturday night in front of ants. Behold:

Oh don’t worry. There are more where this came from. From different ANGLES, even. And solo shots of ants! CLOSE-UPS OF INDIVIDUAL ANTS USING THE MACRO SETTING. Yes. My God. I … well. It’s clear I need to get out more, is all I have to say about that.

Also, because two people asked and apparently that’s all it takes, Sunny is still alive and well, and actively begging for ham, as you can see:

She’s only two and yet she’s going grey like an old lady. Very sad. And now I ask you: Does this look like the kind of dog who shoots anal juice all over her parents on a regular basis? And does this LOOK like the face of a dog who went all Holy Shit Alpha on the neighbor’s itty bitty shih-tzu, to the point of snarling, screaming and teeth-baring? Over a BUFFALO BONE? I … I’ve never seen anything like it. In our house, I am her alpha, and she is a pansy — an abject PUSSY, if you will. She isn’t perfect, but she NEVER gets aggressive with me and is quite the opposite, prostrating herself for kibble and affection on a daily basis.

I’ve never seen her get aggressive with another dog — ever. In fact, in most cases, she is Pussy Dog who goes belly up and has never been alpha before — and she’s been around literally hundreds. But with this poor little dog, she was something else, and even growled at ME in the throes of madness (seriously, she looked possessed). And they’re FRIENDS. But, we discovered: no food or bones when they’re together. Nah no. Jesus. She … well, she thinks she’s Ms. Thang over the shih-tzu, and it was scary. I mean, as scary as this face can get.

And finally, I bring you Strawberry Milkshake hair:

The new hairdresser is ah, NOT SO MUCH. I know! It doesn’t look that pink! And I agree, it doesn’t here. It really doesn’t. In fact, it looks red, as the bottle surely intended, except that it FAILED. Because what you cannot see is that it is essentially fuchsia laid on top of platinum blond, which is (ho ho HO!) pale candy pink. And lots of it. Three people (THREE) in various stages of my day today remarked, “Wow, uh … that’s some HAIR!” One person asked if I did it myself with Manic Panic.

Manic Panic. Yes. That should give you an idea.

Adam said he truly hopes that my punk band makes it some day. He’s pulling for us. I, on the other hand, have apparently taken to sucking on lemons.

Happy Tuesday!

*Nick Drake

29 comments May 12th, 2008