Yesterday I scheduled a vet visit to clear up a nasty flea infestation on my cat, Bear, and buy some weapons-grade chemicals to annihilate their existence. After $250, you better believe I have a genocidal hatred of fleas.
Fleas are like the crabs except they're harder to get rid of, and and you didn't even get laid when you acquired them. I have to clean my apartment pretty much top to bottom and quarantine Bear for two days while this super-duper flea dip takes effect. We're both pretty unhappy.
Oregon apparently has this problem worse than other locations, and a very very wet spring has meant a record population. That makes me feel a little bit better, but then again, I still live in a dump, so while it's probably not attributable solely to my shabby dwelling it certainly does exemplify it.
- In the U.K., a chicken named for Gloria Gaynor is said to have revealed the face of Jesus in its feathers.
- Tatted Lego Minifigs. Oh yeah, one's got a tramp stamp.
- The Old Spice YouTube/Twitter campaign, hailed by many for its cleverness and comedy value has paid off for the brand, more than doubling sales in the past month.