Friday, September 28, 2007

My cute little killing machine

We have several bird feeders in the yard, as well as a birdbath (which has been very popular during the last few months of drought), and although the intended recipients of our generosity are avian, we get a few uninvited guests. Squirrels I can live with--they'd be here even without the feeders, thanks to the giant oak tree in the yard. It's the rats I'm not fond of. If I knew they were happy to stay out in the yard I wouldn't be so bugged, but they have a tendency to seek shelter in the crawl space under the house, and from there it would be fairly easy to find a squeezeway into our domicile. I prefer to maintain my home as a closed ecosystem, no rodents allowed.

Fortunately, I have a terrier mix., and she comes hard-coded for critter killing. (Since she's mixed with a herding breed, she also herds sheep. Or at least she has worked sheep and would still if I were independently wealthy enough to keep up that activity. One of my earliest posts in this here blog mentioned our brief adventures in sheep herding.) So anyway, yesterday Lucy killed her third rat of the summer, earning her the dancehall MC name of "Lady RatKillah."

Her first two kills were solo, but I've got to admit to an assist in this latest one. Lucy had cornered the critter, of species Rattus Norvegicus, under the deck in a spare length of that black flex pipe used for landscaping (does anyone need any of this stuff? I have some just sitting under my deck providing hiding places for rodents.) I could tell there was a critter in there by the level of her alert--if it's just recent scent of critter she only sniffs deeply and wags her tail, but if there's an actual critter she starts yipping, barking and whining and gets a crazed, manic look on her face.

She was running from one end of the pipe to the other, whacking it with her paw in an attempt to scare out the rat. I decided to help her flush the critter, so when she ran to the other end, I picked up my end of the pipe and shook it. I immediately heard scurrying and scuffling under the deck and then "squeak, squeak squeak, squeak!" followed by silence. Holy hanta virus, I just helped my dog kill a rat! I wasn't even sure I wanted to look. I immediately felt a little ambivalent about my role in the carnage. I just helped cause the death of a living creature. But dang, it was a rat, y'all. They're disease vectors and they chew holes in things that ought not have holes. And besides, it was my dog who did the actual killing, you know, nature, red in tooth and claw and all that. I think I'd feel worse if it were a cute little bunny rabbit or something.

I wish I'd had my camera on me to get a picture of the cute little dog with a dead rat in her mouth--it was sort of awful and wonderful at the same time. But I was really more concerned about getting her to leave the rat--I didn't want her to start chewing on it or anything. But the thing is, there aren't many rewards that trump critter in Lucy's eyes. She was proud of her kill and wanted to make sure it was really dead. Still, I ran inside and got some cheese to tempt her away. After a minute or so of hearing "Cheese, Lucy! Treat, Lucy!" she snapped out of her reverie and came in the house. I left the rat for a half an hour to make sure he was really dead before I picked him up, putting three plastic grocery bags to re-use (I needed three to make sure that there was plenty of plastic between me and Señor Rata Muerta.)

Mr. Gomez (aka "MC Sniffy G" in the hip-hop world) played his part by staying out of the way. He's a lovah, not a killah. I gave him some cheese anyway.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Better late than never ...

I'll be on the air tonight, 8-10 pm Eastern, 88.7 FM for the locals, wxdu.org for the rest of the wrrld. Tonight I'll have a trainee in the MCR with me, so who knows what will happen. Maybe a little dead air. That's always exciting.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Weird weekend

We went to visit the Pants Mother this weekend, and on Saturday we decided to go to Pawleys Island. It was a really beautiful day until the guy drowned.

Anyway, so then the rest of the day it was hard not to ponder one's own mortality.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I was all dressed up like an Elvis from hell

Sometimes life is like a B movie:
Hedden stumbled into a party of picnickers with his arm missing and blood gushing from his wound.

Also, I happened to notice that for the second time, Manu Chao's "Rainin' In Paradize" (which is not at all the best cut from his new album, IMO, that one would be "Me Llaman Calle") is a free single on iTunes this week. But more interesting are the reviews people have written. My favorite review: "This is HORRIBLE!!! who wants to buy (in this case get) this stuff. wat happened to love song and bubbly and those good songs. i don't understand the words, it has a horrible tune, and this guy can barely sing!!"

Monday, September 17, 2007

Every value I've ever had has been questioned and I'm loving it

This isn't a music blog, in fact it's not really any kind of blog whatsoever, but sometimes I just can't help trying occasionally to foist cool music upon my several readers. Really, I know what's good for you! And today it would be the new album Disko Partizani by Shantel. I first stumbled across Shantel (aka Stefan Hantel) when I heard some of his remixes on the excellent Electric Gypsyland comps (the first and the second). And his "Sagadora Hot Dub" remix of the Amsterdam Klezmer Band rides high on my list of fave songs (you can hear it as part of Typsy Gypsy's Balkan Hot Step Soundsystem Mix, Pt.1, or go buy this or this). Anyway, on Disko Partizani, Shantel is sort of doing Europop inna Bucovina Club stylee:

If you don't think that's fun you may need a visit to the proctologist. Or maybe you need this--it's the video that was "suggested" by YouTube for me to watch next after I had finished the Shantel video:

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Mr. Ray update

First: Mondo Mundo went well yesterday. Here's the playlist.

Now the real news, at least for those of you who fondly remember the DC/Baltimore area Mr. Ray's Hair Weave commercials: Alert reader "sdcafunnyguru" has dug up a TV story on Baltimore-area business proprietors who do their own commercials, and it features Mr. Ray himself:


Now if only I could find one of the classic circa-'70s Mr. Ray's Hair Weave commercials on the nets. So far all I've seen are this one and this one, both of which seem more latter-day, probably late-80s early 90s.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Tough kids dont stop trying to kick me to the ground

Here's your advance warning: I'll be on your radio (on your radio, you're gonna hear me on your radioooo) tomorrow (that's Sat. Sept 15) for the Mondo mundo world music espectacular. It's from 1-3 pm (eastern time), 88.7 if you pick it up, wxdu.org if you don't. No other station station plays the Turkish hip-hop hits like we do ... except maybe the Turkish hip-hop stations, of course.

And now for something only slightly tangentially related: I'm not a huge Shakira fan (although I've long liked the song Ojos Así), but I like her much, much more after learning that she takes college classes just for fun, in her spare time. i wonder how many languages her hips don't lie in?

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

You don't know anything so don't ask me questions

I forgot to give advance warning of my radio show last night. I did a radio show last night. Better late than never. I've officially moved to (every other) Monday night, 8-10 pm Here is my playlist. When I was on Wednesdays, Santa Salsera would often stay after her show and join in with mine, and we had a good time together. (Whether the listeners did or not, I don't know.) I thought I was going to be a little lonely doing radio without her, but then she showed up about a half-hour into the show just to do radio with me. A good time was had by all ... or at least the two of us.

In other music news, I'm hypnotized by this video:



Where did they find a corridor long enough? Probably somewhere in Chile, as Los Mono are Chilean. (Thanks to La Onda Tropical for turning me on to Los Mono.)

Friday, September 07, 2007

My my my my my boogie shoes

Just like Lisa and Christa, I have a love for shoes. And I just developed a new shoe crush:

*Sigh* Isn't it dreamy?

But it's the name that really got my attention: It's called the Mudclaw. According to one source, it can "chew up the mud and wet grass that can send other shoes slipping and sliding." Seriously, dear, you had me at Mudclaw.

Check out that tread:

Bunchofpants want.