Me: Can you please tell me what demon’s ass exploded in your car?

Mrs. Mice: *Laughter*

I don’t mind saying that the news of a human/ sheep chimera is terrifying to me. The adult human cells are injected in to the sheep embryo in the hopes that the hu-sheep organs will compatible enough for transplant.

It does blur some previously very distinct lines perviously drawn. I mean who ever dreamt that a human could have been crossed with anything. I was always told that humans a soul and that animals do not. So do these sheep have 15% of a soul?

Also I can’t help but worry about some sort of goat-human hybrid Baphomet beast thing. I realize that is a bit sensational and alarmist but I can’t help it. The whole idea is really creepy to me.

4:30 this morning the fire alarm went off in this Hotel. Was it a false alarm? No. There were three whole fire trucks that showed up to deal with it. I guess that doesn’t make it more or less real. I got up, and took a pee and put some clothes on and took the stairs down to exit the building. Woo, twenty two degrees is a brisk wake up call for the sleepy mice. So I went inside and waited in the lobby with the rest of the hotel patrons.  Everyone was in a light mood including the firemen who asked us all to clap for the lieutenant when he came down from doing what ever he was doing to address the triggered alarm. Either this happens a lot or I am just unlucky when it comes to fires and hotels.

I was not happy about that and I wanted to ask for a discount but I doubt that I will and even if I will it certain that they will honor whining with a discount or a night off. I mean how else could they make any money if every time someone pulled a fire alarm that everyone didn’t have to pay that night? Mostly I kind of felt cranky because some people I noticed didn’t listen to the alarm and just stayed put, which I could have done. Can you be too careful? Maybe.

When I came back to my room, American Splendor was playing. This was so good, I feel guilty that I had not read the comic before and was so late coming to the phenom that is Harvey Pekar. I felt that I might be just the type of “Yuppie” that Pekar despised and rallied against.

Last night I went to a strip club. Yes, I admit it. I went with a friend of mine and it certainly wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t as awful as some places I have been. Every place is different and every dancer is different. I bought one dancer’s dinner. I know that sounds odd but the girl was nice and I got to ask her all kinds of questions. I know I am a little odd but talking to strippers I think is probably my favorite thing. The private dances are always so expensive and I never know what I am supposed to do or not do or what. I just sit there with a stupid look on my face and I feel like an idiot just doing nothing. When I buy them something to eat then I get to ask them what they do on they day off. The girl I was talking to was married and had a kid. Wow. I hope she is happy and does well. Sounds like both are true for now.

Got to go to work now.

I have a good wife. Last night I was pouting up a little black cloud and doing the dishes. One of my exes had sent me a sample of her journal from the days when we were breaking up. Those were some very wild and painful days.

It hurts because my ex (we’ll call her Crow) had gotten togther with someone else at that time. But really you cannot blame her. I had cheated on her many times over then. I was young and dumb and I fit in size 30 jeans. She was crazy but I was an immature bastard and I just made her life worse no matter what I did.

I am glad that that is over. I am glad I am not cheating on anyone. I think Crow deserves someone who will not cheat on her and I and Mrs. Mice for better or worse deserve each other despite my many shortcommings.

I do apologize for being too personal on this public forum we the management like to call the miceland. But thems the breaks kid.

It is in the middle of the night. I am tired and I want to go to bed. But alas I cannot. There was an earthquake in Taiwan and now we have to try and work around that.

Thank the arpnet for redundancy. 

This song came on the radio and I was asked who the band was. Finally someone who is asking me what the song was instead me me torturing poor Mrs. mice by asking her who the band is like my example below.

Me: WHO is this honey?
Mrs. mice: I don’t know.
Me: Just tell me WHO this band is. WHO is it.
Mrs. mice: I don’t know, Van Halen?
Me: Nope. You know WHO this band is. It is one of your favorite bands.
Mrs. mice: I don’t know, who is it?
Me: YES! Good job.
Mrs. mice: AUUGH!

So back to my story. Yes. The song was Twilight Zone and was it Golden Earring like I thought? Yes! it was. What a guess. Sorry for all you Golden Earring fans but it is a little miracle I got that one.  I found out they are from the Netherlands originally. I tried to see if I could think of any other bands from the Netherlands. Nope. Other than the Venga Boys I got nothing.

And no, Nina Hagen does not count. She is German.

I was in Denny’s and I noticed the UFO Catcher. I decided to take some quick photos pf the UFO catcher. I can’t say it is identical to the one the kid got caught in but I wanted to see if I could tell how the kid got in and might not have been able to get out.

Firstly. This must be the most tempting thing a three year old could possibly dream of.

A view of the opening on the inside.

A view of the door from the outside.

Could a three year old have gotten inside that particular UFO catcher? Probably not, there is a little stopper on the door so you can only open it so far. Without that, yes it would been simple work for someone that small to have crawled inside.

So Parents and Grandparents, watch your kids carefully around these. I know I will.