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Friday: OMG LOST Finale! (No spoilers)

Just have to say: OMG LOST. Please don't put any spoilers in the comments, my lovely commenters. I just had to vent some of the pent-up suspense and anxiety and emotions from the finale. OK, done.

I've been working overtime this week so when I go away I won't feel guilty (ha ha ha, as if) or at least not have to stop at Internet cafes to work. My faithful companion Coopy's been working hard, too, as you can see here. I hope he enjoyed that Playgirl he's resting on.



(I pledge that when I'm off on adventures there will be less pictures of pets and creatures that have invaded the house, as has been the theme of late. )

Three less eggs to fry

I probably shouldn't post this for the preverts of the world to read, but the f recently departed for Europe for an unspecified amount of time. So far since he's been gone, I'ts been a pretty action-packed couple of days. I've been hit on by a stranger, cowered in fear at a potential home invasion, gone on an unintentional shopping spree, and gotten almost no writing done. Sorry, feminism, sometimes I can be such an unproductive girly girl.

Friday Roundup, buggin edition

Thankfully, enormous flying cockroach season here in Little Pink was brief, and now we're on to dragonfly season.

That dragonfly isn't the only insect Coopy's been trying to chomp lately. He has been absolutely tormented by mutant fleas for a month now, maybe even longer.

So far we've tried Frontline (these mutants are immune), Advantage (immune), yelling at the fleas really loud, feeding him garlic, putting on a flea collar, washing and spraying all bedding, drenching him in a natural pet & bedding anti-flea spray, flea-killing shampoo, and this:

Within the hour after swimmy fun time, he was scratching again.

Not letting him outside is not an option. (You try sitting here all day while he's scratching the door.) I looked at the yard and indoor sprays on the PetCo site, did a little Google-aroo, and learned their active ingredient, permethrin, has been classified by the EPA as a carcinogen. Wow, how is this still such a common active ingredient?

So departing from that site, I found one natural solution where you introduce nematodes into the yard, which eat the flea larvae. Once I get over the slight ickiness of distributing literally 5 or 10 million critters that eat other critters, this seems much preferable to bombing everything with toxic chemicals. Has anyone tried this tactic?

And then maybe we can just have the dog hang out in a baby pool out there all day?

Boil and Trouble

So I had the opportunity to attend V-Day V to the Tenth this weekend in New Orleans. I.e., a bunch of women, some of them super famous such as Oprah, talking about their vadges (or in the case of Oprah and her disciples, their va-jay-jays). I decided not to go for a few reasons: 1. My friend who was supposed to go didn't go, B) I was not on paid assignment, and B.2) At this point, I've heard enough women talking about their vadges. No need to go out of my way to hear more if not getting paid.

Instead, I did something I'd never done before: I went to a crawfish boil.
Hi, I'm Colleen Kane. I used to be a strict vegan! Then I ate delicious cheese again. (No regrets.) Then I moved to Louisiana, and now apparently I will eat cockroaches of the sea boiled together with various items such as sausage. (Regrets, I had a few.) Here I am being menaced by a giant crawfish. After the jump, thousands of his kinsman, slaughtered and devoured!Won't you join me?

Your mom goes to spring break

And then, I went to Miami.

Please excuse Colleen from blogging today

This morning I was fresh out of coffee, so I strolled over to the bodega CVS Crossings to pick some up. On a whim, I decided to finally sample one of those little bottles of EXTREME ENERGY. Hey, it's got 2200% daily value of Vitamin B6. I could use an extra edge. Maybe I'd be super-focused and on top of my game! Who knows what I will have accomplished by the end of the six hours?

I know you're not supposed to combine this product with coffee, but I gots to have my coffe, so I had one tall mug. Then I chugged the liquid, which apparently was "Wildberry Flavor.' Obeying the package's advice, I braced myself. I got ever so slightly jittery.

And then my day proceeded pretty much exactly as usual. Until the six hours was over, when I started to feel a malaise. It gradually turned into headache. The package says to discontinue use and see a doctor if that happens. What am I, some kind of rich person who can see a doctor anytime she wants? If I were, I could get a scrip instead of buying shady snake oil products. More than four hours and one pain reliever later, my brain now feels like this puddle, complete with my dog in it.

The ball represents...I don't know what it represents. You decide. Here's another picture of Cooper getting filthy in the puddle. I'ma go lie down now.

UPDATE: 24 hours after taking this, my brain is still not de-fuzzed.

UPDATE 2: It's a testament to how addled my brain was/is that I did not point out sooner these ingredient categories found on the package: Blazing Focus (TM), Extreme Energy Tech (TM) and Herbal Scorch (TM). 

Le week-end

Friday some pals were running in a Reindeer Fun Run thingie downtown, so I drove down Government Street to get there, toward the finale of a fireworks display. I parked at this relic of a greasy spoon joint, and decided it was finally time to investigate the root beer scene. You win, eye-catching colossal root beer mug sign!

Friends and Neighbros

OK, everybody breathe.

I'm back before the big bustling holiday week really kicks in, for two reasons. One, I wanted to mention Friday's good times while they're still fresh, and two, there's uh...been some commenting action lately. I just wanted to touch on the recent quibble-fest in the last post and more generally.

Friday was White Light Night, when many businesses in the Mid City section of town (my section of town, as all local readers creepily know) stayed open late and hosted exhibits from local artists. And that's how I happened on this unique sight: an art exhibit at an auto repair shop.

 

Random Rouge Friday: CK's "Cajun" Cooking

It's the return of the Friday mishmash of smaller items!

TCB: First, I put up two new Abandoned Baton Rouge posts after an absence. Check it out if you enjoy the morbid as I do.

Miss Thing: Some folks in these parts have been calling me "Miss Colleen" instead of say, Ms. Kane. I like that. It's much better than ma'am. But some ladies here say, "Ma'am?" to get me to repeat myself instead of "Excuse me?" Joe Friday style!

A Halloween with actual spookings

This was the first Halloween in memory that I just stayed home instead of getting dressed up and going to festivities on Halloween or on the corresponding weekend. In NYC, from what I've seen, the kids who grow up there don't really get to trick or treat. Maybe they get to trick or treat in a certain safe neighborhood or in a certain apartment building, but let's face it, Halloween is one of those categories where the suburbs WIN, city kids! HA HA, jerks! (The opposite is true for adults.) All kids there over age 10 are probs going to the clubs hopped up on goofballs anyway.

Even though I was technically in a city that really might as well be a suburb, last night was quite fun, and a lot of real screams happened right here at the porch of this little pink house...