Another moosacre…
posted in Alaska, Economy, Politics, Science, Wildlife |(Thanks to Jeb for the word!)
This is how I feel about moose right now:
Yes, the moose returned, as Jean said it would. Even with the PlantSkydd. It’s time for the recommended moth balls, Irish Spring, marigolds, maybe a bazooka or a nuclear warhead. OmegaDad, when we were wakened at 4:30 a.m. by the howling dawg, barreled down the back stairs (this time wearing shorts, rather than just tighty whities), lit the fuse on one of our leftover fireworks, and sent it flying. The moose ran, most satisfyingly. But not before it had eaten the broccoli, win win choi, mei tsin tei choi, and goodness knows what else.
My boss, when I signed into IM and messaged that I was going to do Something To The Moose, suggested “moose burgers…” We back-and-forthed for a while with:
Moose kebabs.
Moose steak.
Ground moose.
Moose sausage.
Moose a l’orange.
Moose fricassee.
Moose a la king.
I can think of more. Give me half a chance.
Let’s just say that it was bad enough being roused at 4:30 a.m. by the dawg, let alone the firework (only one!), let alone the realization that our SuperSized not-a-Pet had chowed down on our veggies yet again.
In other news: The dotter’s feet have grown six inches in the past two weeks. Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. Maybe she’s grown six inches taller in the past two weeks?! Whatevs. The end result: a dotter whose shoes are suddenly too tight throwing a mini-fit at having to wear them to Bike Day at summer camp, no matter how much OmegaDad and I reiterated that the folks at summer camp–no liability fools, they!–would insist on the shoes in addition to the helmet, and that all of her other shoes were too tight, and no, she could not wear the flip-flops.
Oh, yes, and she’s no longer an inch beneath the midline of my bust, but an inch above the midline of my bust. (Okay, let’s be vulgar: She’s an inch above the nipples.) Now she’s showing large amounts of ankle and shin when wearing her pants that fit her just fine about four weeks ago. I am left contemplating some big time shopping for basics, so she is not razzed for flood-waders when first grade starts.
In the wide world Outside: President Bush says the “Banking system is basically sound.” Given his track record, that’s not exactly confidence-inspiring. Nor is the contrasting testimony of Bernanke before Congress. Nor is the fact that IndyMac bank was taken over by the FDIC this last weekend–the second largest bank in U.S. history to get that honor–and that the government also had to prop up Fannie May and Freddie Mac at the same time. Rumors are a-swirlin’, as is the SEC, which has subpoenaed more than 50 hedge-fund managers and analysts, looking for evidence of market manipulation. Good luck with that; from my reading, the rumors are popping up like mushrooms, and not (seemingly) as manipulation, but as frantic “OMG, is my stock going to tank?!” as the Dow Jones keeps deflating, one step forward, two steps back.
In political news, Chez asks whether the Left has lost its sense of humor. Or, actually, he asked a month or so ago, and now feels that he has confirmation. I’m with Chez on this one. I mean, c’mon, folks, one look at that New Yorker cover and you can tell it’s a cartoon, right?! And, um, correct me if I’m wrong, but cartoons are supposed to be…um…funny, right? I thought it was hilarious–it was a perfect send-up of all the fear-mongering. You might also check out his dissection of the recent Jezebel.com hoorah. Chez is interesting; very New York, very acerbic (sometimes too much so), often narcissistic, and a good source of new or obscure music.
On the science front, Scienceblogs has a concerted pre-release review fest of the new “mockumentary” about global warming, Sizzle. The reviews are quite mixed. There’s a certain amount of backstory here, wherein communications specialists say scientists need to “frame” issues properly to get their concerns/ideas/beliefs before the public in a persuasive manner. In the old days, we used to call this “PR”. The “framing”, I mean, not the review fest. Even these days, people would call the review fest “PR”.
In the meantime, I’m going away to find me a guar-an-damn-teed method of moose eradication. Ya, you betcha!
ETA: Well, dayum. I totally forgot about this one: Disgruntled S.F. city IT dude locks entire IT administration out of computer system, and is currently in jail for this. I’m trying very hard to ascertain whether it’s just the IT admins who are locked out, or if everyone is locked out–the story doesn’t quite make that clear.
