Thursday, August 16, 2007

Like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone when the morning comes

Earlier I posted about a terrifying experience involving a pigeon in my house; this morning I awoke to find something equally horrific - a bat! It was flying from bedroom to bedroom (likely choosing which sleeping neck it should first bite into) under the watchful gaze of our cat. After assessing the situation and realizing that the cat wasn't going to do anything, I closed the bedroom doors, leaving the bat to flit between the hallway and the bathroom. I ran outside and got the net that I use in the fish pond and bounded back up the stairs to capture the nightmarish creature.

Amazingly, I caught him in the net on my first attempt and quickly trapped him on the floor, under the net. He emitted a few high-pitched chirps (presumably in an effort to call upon the lords of darkness for assistance) and then became eerily still and quiet. I went downstairs to get a piece of cardboard to use to take the beast out of the house while keeping him trapped in the net. I called upon Karyn to guard the bat while I was on this important errand. I was very careful not to say the incantation "Hocus-Pocus" lest the bat turn into a vampire (if you've seen the Transylvania 6-5000 Bugs Bunny short, you'll know what I'm talking about).

I slowly slid the retrieved cardboard between the net and the floor, fully expecting the bat to attempt an escape or to at least make a few more of his high pitched squeals - he did neither. He was almost completely weightless and I couldn't really see him in the black netting so I began to question whether I had caught him at all. Perhaps he had eluded me and was hiding in a darkened corner plotting a surprise attack? Karyn opened the front door for me and I made my way outside with the cardboard, the net, and hopefully a bat. I leaned over the front porch railing, removed the cardboard and shook the net. To my great relief a black object emerged from the netting and flew off.

I'm beginning to think I am the re-incarnation of Icarus and am being taunted by all creatures that can fly. That would also explain the frequent flight dreams that I had as a child that always ended badly. One thing is for certain - when I became a husband and father, no one warned me that I would be called upon to deal with these types of situations. I just hope that the herons that we've spotted by our koi pond never figure out how to get in the house, 'cause that's when I'm walking out the door and letting all winged creatures fight over the place.

Meat Loaf / Bat Out Of Hell

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

This is what it sounds like when...

Okay, so the rest of the lyric should read "when doves cry" but in this case "when grown men cry" would be more appropriate. Tonight when the girls went up to get ready for bed they discovered that we had a visitor in the house. Standing on the landing midway up Haley's attic room stairs was a pigeon. Two things that you should know about me at this point - I believe that pigeons are flying rats and I have an irrational fear of birds.

Karyn decided that she would try catch the bird in a towel - I wished her luck and shut the attic door (with me on the opposite side as the pigeon). It quickly became apparent that Karyn was not going to be able to catch the pigeon - heck, our cat had been in the attic with the bird for who knows how long and hadn't managed to nab him. I reluctantly put my fears aside and opened the door.

Upon arriving in Haley's room, I was quickly accosted by the bird. Actually he flew past me and landed on her window seat. I suspected that he had come in through the attic fan opening in the unfinished portion of the attic (based on another incident involving a bird that I'm trying to block) but knew that I could not get him back out that way. I would have to open one of Haley's windows and screens and force the intruder out that way.

One problem, the bird was between me and the windows. Bravely I crossed the room and he once again attacked, dragging his dagger-like talons across my back. I screamed a horror movie scream, causing Karyn to scream as well and forcing the menace to flee heavenward. This is where the true intelligence of the creature (birdbrain?!) was revealed, for up in the apex of Haley's pyramidal ceiling is a ceiling fan...it was on.

The monster was thrown across the room and landed stunned on her dresser. I quickly opened the window and threw Haley's favorite stuffed animal in the general direction of the still-groggy winged-rat. He quickly flew straight toward the window and his undeserved freedom.

Meanwhile I had no opportunity for recovery - work called and I had to spend half an hour testing changes, jeez.

When Doves Cry / Prince

Friday, April 20, 2007

You Must be Evil

This isn't really meant as any type of rant or anything, just an observation of an oddly-timed coincidence in the world of media. Late Saturday night I decided, as I often do, to check out NBC's "Saturday Night Live" to see if it was funny this week - Karyn says I have nursed this show way too long and that I should give up on it, but I still keep hoping... Anyway, they showed a digital short titled 'Dear Sister' that basically had a series of people coming into a dorm room and killing each other with handguns - all predicted in a note that one of the victims/perpetrators wrote to his sister. There was a "Grey's Anatomy"-type music score and film style and a laugh track. I found it VERY disturbing - based on the feedback on the SNL site, many people felt otherwise and found it funny. Interestingly, the short is one of the few not available on the SNL site. The same network decided later in the week to inundate us with images and video of a mass murderer welding handguns. Images that my daughters were subjected to when we went out for pizza to celebrate their excellent report cards. Chris Rea says it so much better than I can - if you have access to it, I recommend listening to his song "You Must Be Evil". Here are the lyrics:

I come home from work
I see my little girl
She's crying on the floor
She's been watching that TV
This ain't late no, this ain't even dinner time
To show them things on that screen
What's wrong with you

You must be evil

Oh I know why you do it
You're just looking for sensation
You got a hold of something
You tell us that it's news
You don't have to show that stuff
Can't you show us some respect
You can tell us we don't need to see it
We don't need those cheap effects

You must be evil
You must be evil

I wish you were here
You don't have to show that stuff
You ain't fooling no-one
You made my little girl cry
I wish you were here
We all know why you do it
Sometimes you even slow it down
You're giving out some bad ideas here
I can't believe that you don't realise

You must be evil

Monday, March 05, 2007

fool me fool me go on and fool me

You may or may not know this about me, but I LOVE to sing. However, as some of you may know, an excellent singing voice is not one of my gifts (further proof that God has a great sense of humor). Over the weekend I was singing around the house and Haley said the sweetest thing to me - she said "Dad, if you were on American Idol, you would be in the top 12. I'm not saying you would be the winner, but you would definitely be in the top 12." Too bad I'm too old to audition!

The Cardigans / Lovefool

Friday, February 23, 2007

All night long, all night

Well, I just pulled another all nighter. You're probably thinking I decided to party the night away - it has been known to happen (as some of you have experienced). Nope - I've been up all night making 100+ mini-saltenas for International Night at my daughters' school...

Lionel Richie / All Night Long

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

We're out of mints, pass the life savers


I go away for months and this is what brings me back - thanks J,J,K&R. Here is my self portrait as an M&M.
Hopefully I'll think of something more creative to blog about and I'll actually find the time to do it. I know, hope is not a method...
Violent Femmes / Prove My Love

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

How far would I travel...

I found this really cool site that allows those of us without a GPS watch (my supposedly water-resistant Timex Bodylink succumbed to the pool) to track distance and elevation by plotting out a course on top of a Google Maps interface.

Etta James (written by Irving Berlin) / How Deep is the Ocean (How High is the Sky)