Here Kitty, Kitty!

Thursday, April 14, 2005 | 0 Comments


Well, the vote is in and Wisconsin is 6830 to 5201 in favor of considering a new law that would take feral cats off the protected species list. This means that anyone with a small game license would be able to hunt them. 51 counties in the state approved the measure while 20 rejected, and one county came up with a tie. Governor Doyle is opposing the measure saying that he doesn't want Wisconsin to become known as the cat hunting state. Well, Doyle, there are already two other cat hunting states- Minnesota and South Dakota, so we wouldn't be alone. In fact, I'm not sure why this became such a big deal, especially considering that we are not the only state to consider such a measure.

There are at least 1.4 million free-roaming cats in WI alone. A 1995 UW-Madison study found that free-roaming cats in the state had killed at least 7.8 million birds/year (other sources report 47 million to a whopping 219 million/year!). Other studies have shown that cats do not only kill for food, they also kill for sport. Many of these bird species are summering in WI from the rainforests of Central and South America where they play a very integral role in the very fragile ecosystems that they inhabit there. These birds don't stand a chance against these efficient, agile hunters.

This law is only being proposed to include any cat that is not collared and not under supervision so most non-feral cats will still be protected (meaning that if you shoot one you could be facing jail time as well as a $10,000 fine); plus you can't hunt any animal within city limits, so those cats are exempt also. This law is meant to take care of the feral cat population living in rural areas, which has been said to be one of the greatest sources of the over-all problem.

Although I really love animals and have worked my whole life toward protecting even the smallest creature, there is a justifiable reason to want to get rid of these cats that is also in the interest of protecting animals (animals, I might add, that might become endangered or worse if this problem isn't resolved). I wish there was a better way to handle the problem that has come from the irresponsibility of cat owners, but there really is none that can be as effective or even truly possible as far as I can see.

I don't blame the cats, I blame the owners. Other than farm cats who need to roam free to do their job, why would you think that it is OK to let your cat roam free, getting into other people's yards, soiling their landscaping and outbuildings, killing the songbirds they might be trying to attract, ripping open their garbage, attacking their cats that they responsibly tie up, among many other problems that free-roaming cats cause? Also, cats that are free-roamers have an average life span of only 3 years compared to the 15-18 years of an indoor-only cat. Free-roamers risk being run over by cars, being attacked by other animals, being poisoned, getting trapped, or even picking up diseases from other animals. So if a person really cares about their cat, they should keep them indoors or contained on a tie-out to help ensure a long, healthy life.

Oh, and spay or neuter your animals!


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Blogger Mike said...

I guess Bob Barker was right!

April 14, 2005 11:48 AM

Blogger Sask 1 said...

I love cats.Can't believe they want to hunt the little kittys.Saying that though i know they can be quite vicious if left to run wild.

April 14, 2005 5:29 PM

Blogger evilsciencechick said...

if anything, it would encourage people who don't collar their cats to do so. AND spay/neuther them!

it's not like people are going to be mounting stuffed cat heads on their den walls and boasting about the nasty tabby that almost got away.

and WHERE ARE THE BIRD LOVERS? favoring the INTRODUCED predator over natural wildlife is stupid. and...umm...speciest.

April 14, 2005 11:11 PM

Blogger Scott said...

My admins were horrified at the idea of cat hunting. But I think it's a good idea. It's no different than culling deer when they start to overrun the neighborhood, and deer don't have the same danger of spreading diseases to your children or other pets.
I have a cat, Tzeitel, who is neutered and declawed and is perfectly happy to live in the house. My neighbor lets her un-spayed cat run around the neighborhood, getting pregnant and pissing in my garage any time I leave it open for more than 15 minutes.
This whole thing reminded me of the cat herding commercial from the superbowl a few years ago.

April 15, 2005 10:33 AM

Blogger Sylvana said...

Think about the kind of damage a herd that size could do to an area! And that's a drop in the bucket as far as the amount of feral cats in WI.

April 15, 2005 12:59 PM

Blogger sideshow bob said...

Honestly, do these cats owners actually believe that their little kitties aren't crapping in other people's yards? Or do they just not care? All I know is the world is in even more trouble than I thought if we're listening to the "cat people".

April 15, 2005 7:19 PM

Blogger ARM said...

I agree that the owners are responsible. I'm glad that I'm not the only one out there with this though.

Good post - it presented both sides of the arugment. You aren't a Libra, are you?

April 17, 2005 11:13 AM

Blogger Sylvana said...

Not a Libra, I'm an Aries- the leader of the western zodiac PLUS I am a Rat- the leader of the eastern/Chinese zodiac. Yeah, I was born to take over the world! Kneel before me minions! Muhahaha! But as you have already pointed out, I actually would be a fair and just leader. You will prosper greatly under my even-handed rule.

April 17, 2005 12:15 PM

Postalicious!

Monday, April 11, 2005 | 0 Comments

"Good Dogs with Bad Names" series.
Conan O'Brien has a very bizarre sense of humor which can be lost on many, but, of course, I get it. I'm weird like that. I was reading Tayster's World and there was a link to Conan's Stamp Series. I love the way Conan will have a series of slightly funny things with a SERIOUSLY funny thing thrown in once you have been lulled into a pattern. It makes that thing all the funnier. You have to see the "Celebrities without their Makeup", look for Dick Cheney. Oh, and make sure you see Big Bird's mug shot. Funny stuff.

For some strange reason I can not put a link to this stamp page on my site that will actually stay put (it mysteriously changes addresses sometime after I publish- those darn gremlins!), so use this address to get there http://www.nbc.com/nbc/Late_Night_with_Conan_O'Brien/stamps/st_09_04_5.html
If for some strange reason this link does not work, please go to Tayster's post here to get the link.


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Blogger Sask 1 said...

I followed the link those were good.
June

April 12, 2005 11:05 AM

Blogger Beo said...

Very funny. :)

April 12, 2005 3:45 PM

Blogger Maria said...

I love the Cookie Monster stamp. I heard Cookie Monster is cutting back on calories and encouraging kids to only eat cookies sometimes. What has the world come to?

April 13, 2005 5:56 PM

Blogger Sylvana said...

He's the COOKIE Monster! not the Sometime Cookie Monster. Even as a child I got that he was special and could eat all the cookies he wanted, but that I shouldn't because I'm not a Cookie Monster. Geez.

April 13, 2005 8:57 PM

Blogger Tayster said...

I love the bloodshot eyes of Cookie Monster. Little details like that is what makes Conan so great.

April 14, 2005 8:00 AM

Blogger sideshow bob said...

Cookie Monster is a cautionary metaphor, to show you what will happen to you if you desert family and friends just looking for that next cookie fix. It's like if Towelie said, "Hey kids, you should really try to cut back on the weed." The impact of his valuable message would be rendered impotent.

April 14, 2005 5:10 PM

"Popstrology"

Saturday, April 09, 2005 | 0 Comments


This is like astrology except the "stars" that tell of your personality are "pop stars" and the songs that hit the top of the chart on your birthday. I found this site on Shannon's blog. I was born in The Year of Gilbert O'Sullivan. It's funny, I had always heard it as Gilbert and Sullivan. Apparently I am not the only one either, my friend said to me, "Gilbert O'Sullivan? You mean it's just one guy?" Yep.
I was sort of disappointed that I came up "Alone Again, Naturally". Then I looked at the song that my birthday falls on and that is much more to my liking: Mar 19-Apr 8 America "A Horse With No Name". Oddly enough though, the description of The Year of Gilbert O'Sullivan does somewhat fit me; I'm sort of an Eeyore: seemingly self-piteous in a strangely optimistic sort of way. I do have feminism and multiculturalism engrained in my belief system. I don't believe in free love or adultery, but a little self-love every now and then never hurt anyone (and what else are you supposed to do when you find yourself alone again, naturally?). Loud and proud sound a lot like me too. And hey, I really like the song "Ben" and the movie "Willard" has always been a favorite of mine, the new one was even better! I often find myself in the operant conditioning lab with my rats wondering if they would form a rodent army to carry out my deepest, darkest wishes. Muwahhahah!!!

1972 The Year of Gilbert O'Sullivan
How will the Gilbert O'Sullivan generation deal with life's inevitable setbacks? Will they greet every bump in the road with debilitating self-pity, or will they take their hard knocks with look-on-the-bright-side optimism? This is the question that hangs over the heads of a popstrological generation trapped between the competing and divergent lessons of Alone Again (Naturally) and I Can See Clearly Now. But the divergent philosophies of Gilbert O'Sullivan and Johnny Nash were not the only powerful ideas competing for mind share when the children of 1972 came forth onto the earth. 1972 was a year filled with deeply felt proclamations from proponents of belief systems ranging from feminism (Helen Reddy) and multiculturalism (Three Dog Night) to onanism (Chuck Berry) and adultery (Billy Paul). And as anyone who has spent much time around the children of 1972 can tell you, it's not uncommon to see them preaching and practicing all of the above quite religiously. What is uncommon is to find a child of 1972 who is unwilling to stand up and proclaim his or her lifestyle choice loudly and proudly, even if that lifestyle has as few adherents as that of the rat-loving protagonist in the song Ben, which launched the Wildcard star of 1972 into the popstrological firmament.

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Blogger SierraBella said...

Well I knew I was old, but Jeez! My birth year falls 3 years before the earliest year available on the quiz...
I think I'll just go back to bed now and sulk!

April 09, 2005 1:46 PM

Blogger sideshow bob said...

Can you practice onanism religiously? I'm glad I don't clean up at that church!<=o

April 10, 2005 10:52 AM

Blogger ORF said...

Sylvana,
There IS a Gilbert AND Sullivan. They were British and they wrote operas. Perhaps most famously: "The Pirates of Penzance." They also wrote "HMS Penafore," as well as "The Mikado." www.nygasp.org

I suppose we could call this an information exchange seeing as how until three minutes ago, I was never aware of someone named "Gilbert O'Sullivan."

Perhaps the "O" stood for "One Hit Wonder." That, and the fact that he didn't have the sense to change his name in order to distinguish himself from two men who'd already become quite famous for their work, thus tiring out what ever auspices the name might provide him. Moron.

April 11, 2005 11:19 AM

Blogger Sylvana said...

That makes sense, because I thought that Gilbert and Sullivan were far better than to have produced "Alone Again, Naturally." And I love the "Pirates of Penzance"!

April 11, 2005 11:27 AM

Blogger Maria said...

This is great! I hope you don't mind if I copy you. I thought it was Gilbert and Sullivan too, just so you don't feel too bad.

April 13, 2005 6:01 PM

Blogger Sylvana said...

Oh yeah, copy away. I get things from other people's sites all the time! Just if it's my idea or words- give me credit, please.

April 13, 2005 9:17 PM

Fuck you, you were funny.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005 | 0 Comments



I am officially in mourning. As I was surfing my blog contacts I ran into some very tragic news from The Doc at Doctor Teeth's Electric Mayhem :Mitch Hedberg died last Wednesday (please visit The Doc's blog for a far more eloquent goodbye to Mitch than I am about to give). If you don't know who Mitch was you are missing out on one of the greatest comedic talents ever. He was a very shy man, but didn't let that stop him from getting on stage to share his bizarre views of the world to anyone who would listen. He had a quiet, quirky beat to his joketelling that really could never be replicated. He died at the age of 37 of heart failure probably due to a heart defect that he had had since birth (possibly complicated by his frequent drug use, but that has not been confirmed). I personally felt a deep loss upon reading of his death, but as a family tradition we are to remember the good times (I'm part Irish) so here are some of the good times I've had with Mitch, never knew him personally- just really enjoyed his work, that I'd like to share with all of you:

I had a stick of Carefree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality.

I like cinnamon rolls. That's why I wish they made, like, a cinnamon roll incense. 'Cause I don't always have time to make a pan. Perhaps I'd rather light a stick, and have my roommates wake up with false hopes.

I opened up a container of yogurt, and under the lid it said "Please Try Again" because they were having a contest I was unaware of. But I thought I might have opened the yogurt wrong, or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me. 'C'mon, Mitchell, don't give up. Please try again. A message of inspiration from your friends at Yoplait. Fruit on the bottom, hope on top.'

I had a box of Ritz crackers and on the back of the box of Ritz crackers it had all these suggestions as to what to put on top of the Ritz. It said 'Try it with turkey and cheese.' 'Try it with peanut butter.' Oh, c'mon man, they're crackers. That's why I got 'em — I like crackers. There ain't no suggestion: 'Put a Ritz on top of a Ritz.' I didn't buy 'em 'cuz they're little edible plates.

I like baked potatoes, man. I don't have a microwave oven; it takes forever to cook a baked potato in a conventional oven. Sometimes I'll just throw one in there, even if I don't want one, because by the time it's done....who knows?

Last week I helped my friend stay put. It's a lot easier than helping someone move. I just went over to his house and made sure that he did not start to load shit into a truck.

I got in an argument with a girlfriend inside of a tent. That's a bad place for an argument, because then I tried to walk out and slam the flap. How are you supposed to express your anger in this situation? Zipper it up really quick?

I was at a bar once, and no one was talking to me 'cuz I just did a show, and I ran into a guy, and instead of saying "excuse me" he said "get the hell out of my way,", so I said "Go to hell", and I ran away. He caught up to me, he had on a hat, a nose ring, an eybrow ring, a goatee, a tongue ring, and 3-earings. He said "Hey man, you have a lot of nerve," and then I said "Hey man, you have a lot of cranium accessories." (crowd laughs) You guys are smart, when I do the dumber crowds, I have to say "Hey man, you've got a lot of shit on your head!"

I want to be a race car passenger; just a guy who bugs the driver. "Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down. Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Man, you really like Tide ..."

I played golf, I'm not good at golf, I never got good at it. I never got a hole in one, but I did hit a guy. And that's way more satisfying. You're supposed to yell "fore." But I was too busy mumbling, "there ain't no way that's gonna hit him."

My apartment is infested with koala bears. It's the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light a bunch of koala bears scatter. And I don't want them to, you know, I'm like, "Hey, hold on fellas, lemme hold one of yous... and feed you a leaf."

As an adult, I'm not supposed to go down slides. So, if I'm at the top of a slide, I have to pretend like I got there accidentally. "How'd I get up here, Goddamnit!? I guess I have to slide down. WEEEEE!!!!" That's what you say when you're having fun — you refer to yourself and some other people.

I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles was a laid-back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut 'em up."

I was in downtown Boise, Idaho, and I saw a duck, and I knew the duck was lost, 'cause ducks ain't s'posed to be downtown. There's nothin' for 'em there. So I went to a Subway sandwich shop, I said, "Let me have a bun." But she wouldn't sell me just the bun, she said that I had to have something on it. She told me it's against regulations for Subway to sell just the bun. I guess the two halves ain't supposed to touch. So I said, "Alright, well, put some lettuce on it," which she did. She said, "That'll be $1.75." I said, "It's for a duck." And they said, "All right, well, that is free." See, I did not know that. Ducks eat for free at Subway! Had I known that, I would have ordered a much larger sandwich. "Let me have the Steak Fajita Sub - but don't bother ringing it up, it's for a duck! There are six ducks out there, and they all want Sun Chips!"

The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how much I play, I'll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once. They're fucking relentless.

My friend said to me, "You know what I like? Mashed potatoes." I was like, "Dude, you have to give me time to guess. If you're going to quiz me you have to insert a pause."

Acid was my favorite drug. When me and my friends would trip on acid, we used to go into the woods, cause there was less of a chance that we'd run into an authority figure. But we ran into a bear, that was even more of a buzz-kill. There was my friend Duane, raising his right hand, swearing to help prevent forest fires. We got away from the bear, he puts his arm around me and says "Mitchel, Smokey is way more intense in person."

I was at this casino minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, "You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit." As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.

I hate turtlenecks. It's like being strangled by a really weak guy ... all day. And if you wear a turtleneck and a backpack it's like a weak midget trying to bring you down.

When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufresne, party of two. Dufresne, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say their name again. "Dufresne, party of two, Dufresne, party of two." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufresnes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish... the Dufresnes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry! That's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, search party of three! You can eat when you find the Dufresnes.

And his signature sometime finale: Fuck you, that was funny. I will miss his unique humor. There will never be another Mitch Hedberg.
If you would like to know more about him or hear some of his comedy being performed please visit these sites: Mitch Hedberg's Official Website, Quotes from Mitch, More Quotes fromMitch, NPR Audio.


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Blogger evilsciencechick said...

I love mitch hedberg. When I heard about his death last week, I was so hoping it was a very poor taste april fool joke.

"I don't have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who would be mad at me if she heard that."

April 06, 2005 12:54 PM

Blogger Vanessa said...

I had never heard of Mitch Hedberg until your commemoration. His stuff is funny! I love comedians. I just read that Phyllis Diller has a new memoir out about her life and jokes. Two very different comedians, admittedly, but both occupy an original niche.

April 06, 2005 5:49 PM

Blogger sideshow bob said...

It seems like being funny and talented and nice is a sentence to an early death. Chris Farley, Phil Hartman, and now Mitchell. Maybe that's why Bill Murray is a jerk...he knows the score.

April 07, 2005 12:05 AM

Blogger Shannon said...

I'd also never heard of Mitch Hedberg. Looks like I'll be getting to know his work a little better no that he's dead.

I laughed out loud at work, a dangerous this to do when blogging and your co-workers ask "what's so funny?"

April 07, 2005 11:20 AM

Blogger Katrina said...

Awww...that's so sad.

April 08, 2005 3:12 PM

Blogger TomPaine said...

I've seen Mitch on Comedy Central before and I rated him up there with Lewis Black. He had a very unique delivery and I thought he was hilarious. I'm sad to hear he died and this is the first place I heard it...I've been stuck in the field for 30days and cut off from the news. Just reading his material, while it is funny, is just not as good as seeing him actually do it.

April 09, 2005 2:31 AM

Blogger Sylvana said...

TomPaine I totally agree with you. You really do have to hear his delivery. When I read the jokes, I can still hear him telling them; but for those that have never heard him perform, I highly recommend listening to a recording. The NPR link has little bits of his performances that will give you a taste of his style.

April 09, 2005 2:47 AM

Blogger Chemical Billy said...

Thank you so much. These bits had me laughing aloud, alone in my flat.

A fitting send-off.

April 10, 2005 1:20 AM

Hellth Spa

Sunday, April 03, 2005 | 0 Comments

I saw this test on Planet Maria. I have always wondered how my eternity in hell would pan out so I decided to take the test. Although I do disagree with me being a glutton (although I am a packrat- my main reason is because I can't let things go to waste. If someone can use it and I am not, it's theirs in a heartbeat), I think I'm getting a good deal as far as Hell goes. Mud baths, exfoliations, mineral baths...sounds pretty much like a health spa to me. So on with the gluttony!!!

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 3 times. The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Third Level of Hell!
In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Low
Level 7 (Violent)Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's "Inferno Hell Test" Dante's Inferno Hell Test is based on Dante's Divine Comedy, written in the early 1300s by Dante Alighieri.


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Blogger SierraBella said...

I scored a level 2 (Lustful.)
I thought I already was in hell with the length of the test... of course the fact I need a new mouse made it worse.

April 04, 2005 7:07 PM

Blogger Furlong said...

Oh my god, I'm going to the 7th level of hell. I don't want to spend the rest of life in Utah! Uggg, I enjoyed your blog Sylvana, just not the new information on my afterlife.

April 04, 2005 10:35 PM

Blogger Josh said...

boy you are boring. i, on the other hand, am using the disneyland "fast pass" to go straight to hell...
i answered far too many yesses :(

April 04, 2005 11:11 PM

Blogger Sylvana said...

Ahhh! I drive myself crazy. You know, I should go to the farthest reaches of hell for my obsessive perfectionism alone! I guess that what I am a glutton for- perfectionism!
Yeah, I'm boring but I'll take that mudbath now!
:)

April 04, 2005 11:52 PM

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April 05, 2005 12:33 AM

Blogger Sylvana said...

Damn Spammer! That person is DEFINITELY going to Level 8 if not 9!

April 05, 2005 1:03 AM

Blogger The Doc said...

It looks as though I will be keeping you company in Level Three. Not too painful a hell, as far as I know: if I remember my Simpsons, we should be punished by continuously indulging until it becomes torturous. I'm ready for it if you are.

April 11, 2005 4:34 PM

Blogger Sylvana said...

I'-m rea-dy! I'-m rea-dy! I'-m rea-dy!
(a little Spongebob humor for you)

April 16, 2005 1:47 PM

Word of the Day

Sunday, April 03, 2005 | 0 Comments


Fauxhawk: (fo'hôk) n.
a. A person impersonating a people formerly inhabiting northeast New York along the Mohawk and upper Hudson valleys north to the St. Lawrence River.
b. A hairstyle in which the hair on the side of the head is plastered close to the scalp to form an upright strip of hair that runs across the crown of the head from the forehead to the nape of the neck.


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Blogger evilsciencechick said...

ew.

April 03, 2005 8:45 PM

Blogger Sask 1 said...

Poor Nadia,she couldnt even do a half decent impersination of cyndi Lauper and that hair there just wasnt words for it.

April 10, 2005 8:43 AM

Products for Neurotics

Saturday, April 02, 2005 | 0 Comments

I just saw a commercial for a dishwasher cleaner- not for the dishes, it's to clean the dishwasher. Huh? Doesn't it get clean everytime you run a load of dishes? And if it doesn't then shouldn't you be more concerned about your dishes not being clean? It just reminds me of "Monk" on the USA channel about a detective with OCD issues who is constantly cleaning his house beyond hospital standards and everyone treats him like he's insane. Now you too could have everyone treating you like you're insane! Or maybe that's what this country is coming to, a bunch of people who can never leave their houses because they are too busy cleaning them.

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Blogger evilsciencechick said...

weird. I haven't seen that product yet. It's like their playing on our neurosis...like those gross clorox body soil commercials.

OH GOD, DON'T WEAR THAT SHIRT! THERE'S BODY SOIL ON IT!

gives me the heebie jeebies.

April 02, 2005 10:38 PM

Blogger Sylvana said...

Oh yeah! I hate that commercial! The bag of body soil- makes me want to vomit.

April 02, 2005 10:51 PM

Blogger mynrd g said...

as it relates to cleaning a bathroom or a kitchen, bleach is about as golden a Ram as you can get. .99 for a gallon.
The reason we don't hear much
about Bleach is the fact that it
is a frugal cost. It's better that we buy $2.99 cent gloves and a $4.00 cleanser.Better for the Multi-Nationals that is.
Nice Blog sylvana. I have one also " Politics, Life, and General Headaches" http://mynrdgsblog.blogspot.com/

April 03, 2005 11:13 PM

Blogger Scott said...

I just read an article that found that between 1/4 and 1/3 of all aerosols (small particulate matter) in the air are biological. That is, dandruff, sweat, fecal matter, etc. Yummy!

April 04, 2005 12:43 PM

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