Squirrels Attack Dog

IMG_3877SQUIRRELS. Cute critters though they may seem when you see them scurrying about parks and trees, but their sinister side is never too far off: a pack of squirrels allegedly killed a stray dog in Russia, after a pine cone shortage drove them to extremes. And not just that, but they’ve been known to go after birds. And I need not remind you of my own close brush with Flying Squirrel Death when I encountered the Supreme Court Attack Squirrel. So now we know why White House grounds staff put out nut feeders: it keeps the murderous buggers off us and our pets!

Beware. A nearby squirrel may already have its eye on you.

Review: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was an okay film, but the stress of condensing 700+ pages of story into 2+ hours of movie showed strongly, so the storyline felt a bit rushed, with the sensation that many pieces were missing. [spoilers, highlight to read] We hardly saw Sirius Black outside of a few letters and a 3D fireplace cameo. Cho Chang was relegated to the background, a passing ball proposal added as an afterthought to the owl tower. Draco Malfoy got little screentime beyond his weasel scene with Professor “Moody.” I wondered why the screenplay, with so much cut from the book, actually added to the climactic buildup to Cedric Diggory’s death, having him speak a bit more and pose a bit before being felled by the Avadra Kevadra. One could have shaved precious seconds from that, as well as from various action scenes and Moaning Myrtle’s antics, to better pad more important aspects of the plot, and perhaps move Cedric’s character development to other parts of the story.

Still, the important aspects of Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s tense coming-of-age were explored, and the film just barely managed to maintain its narrative cohesiveness. Nonetheless, I wasn’t as impressed with the HP4 movie; any one of the last three films exceeded this one for overall enjoyability.

I would write more, but I found that Raffy has said everything I was thinking already.

Stand Far From Disembodied Head

Photos from my Thanksgiving weekend trip to visit Amy and her folks in NJ have been mixed into the full NJ/NYC Nov 2005 photoset. We were looking at some of my older pre-Flickr albums and I realized I really need to get all these things in one place.

For now, enjoy this safety sign on the NJ Transit Bus, depicting the proper distance you should stand from the hat-wearing disembodied head at the top of the stairs.


(Stand Far From Disembodied Head Wearing Cap uploaded by brownpau.)

Lost 2.09

So did you all go googling for the story of King Josiah when Eko mentioned it? Are you all dusting off your bibles for the “Eko recites Psalm 23” episode? Hey, if it gets you into your bibles and studying the Word, that’s got to be some good TV.

[spoilers, highlight to read]Finally, more hatch action, more Kate, more Sawyer, more Marvin Candle, more mystery and more of the kissy kissy! It all comes back to the survivors having visions and hearing whispers relating to past guilt. Remember the boar as a channel for Sawyer’s guilt over killing the wrong man back in Australia? Now Sawyer is a channel for Kate’s own guilt over killing her father. It seems that the island draws out these deep-seated traumas and makes them materially real, probably via the aforementioned nanotech mechanisms which create the security system black smoke monster and produce visions (or reanimations?) of the departed.

Also revealed in this episode: the Island Network features chat! I like this guy’s take on the Hatch as allegory for the Garden of Eden, with the computer being the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. And Island Network Chat is the Fruit of Temptation. And Walt is the Serpent. And Michael is Eve. Or something.

I close with yet another Lost Analogy Comprehension Quiz Question — Kate Austin is to Richard Kimble as Edward Mars is to:

(a) Sawyer

(b) Samuel Gerard

(c) Enkidu’s Friend

(d) Brill Lyle

Update: Go over to Alvar Hanso’s page and click on his photo. Also check out this HD screencap from the army office. See anyone familiar on TV?

Gallery-Hopping

For the so-called post-Thanksgiving “Black Friday” Amy and I went into NYC, not to shop, but to check on her drawings in Square Foot, a small works show in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. (She entered two drawings: Bulbs and this untitled work.) This was my first foray into Brooklyn via the J/M/Z line over Williamsburg Bridge, and the view was marvelous.

After lunch at a drafty $5 buffet place in Chinatown (which was packed!), we proceeded to Chelsea to check out the works of Dorothea Tanning at Kent Gallery, Patricia Piccinini at Robert Miller Gallery, and Leslie Dill and James Valerio at George Adams Gallery. Somewhere along the way, I got this photo through a window in Chelsea:

Then we went home, watched Lost reruns, and ate leftover turkey.

Thanksgiving at Grandma’s

As with last Thanksgiving and the one before it, I joined Amy and her folks for dinner at her grandmother’s, somewhere up in the wild Watchung Hills of New Jersey. A delicious traditional feast was served, with many thanks to Amy’s mom: Roast turkey, three kinds of stuffing (chestnut, sausage, and plain), mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, asparagus, green beans, shrimp cocktail, olives, gherkins, creamed pearl onions, and three kinds of pie (pumpkin, apple, and cherry). All quite sumptuous. Dinner conversation centered around how Amy’s uncle just found out that their family are Mayflower descendants.

Oh, and it snowed lightly, on and off throughout the day. None of it stuck to the ground, but it was pleasant to look outside during Thanksgiving dinner to see a sight more often reserved for Christmas (this far south, anyway).

After the Snow Amy Pours Asti Bob's Thanksgiving Meditation Shrimp Cocktail Turkey Wing Drumstick

How was your Thanksgiving? Did Turkey Claus come in the night and fill your Fall stockings with lots of pumpkin pie? Leave a comment linking to your story and photos from last Thursday.

Pandora Studies Real Estate

Well, I’m off to catch a train. Should be fun wrestling my way through the peak hours of the holiday rush, especially with snow heading this way. I’ll be up north for the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, but not completely incommunicado, as Amy‘s folks do have a wireless broadband connection. For now, enjoy this photo of Pandora absorbing knowledge (or perhaps cool temperature) from my copy of Home Buying for Dummies. (Oh, and also check out this photo of Pandora taken from space!)


(Pandora Studies Real Estate uploaded by brownpau.)

Deer and Cheetah

You Washingtonians may have heard the news about the deer that jumped into the cheetah den at the National Zoo last week. The cheetahs did pounce the deer, but animal keepers were able to distract the cats while the deer escaped with just a tail wound.

Some people wondered, however, how could deer escape from the yard so easily while cheetahs could not? Amy was wondering the same thing, and emailed the Zoo to ask about it. Here’s the wonderfully detailed reply she got from zoologist and African Savanna animal keeper Craig Saffoe, who’s allowing me to reprint it here:

First you should know that the Post didn’t get the story 100% accurate. True – a deer did manage to get into one of the cheetah enclosures, however he did not get out on his own.

It is not difficult (especially for an animal with the athleticism of a white tail deer – they can clear 10 foot fences easily) to get into the cheetah enclosures from the public side. It’s just a matter of jumping the 4 foot guardrail and clearing a moat that is only about 3 feet wide. As long as the jumper can clear the hotwires the only thing left to do is make the 13 foot drop to the ground without hurting itself. Again no problem for a deer. Getting out is another story. The animal would have to make a 15 foot leap up (without getting tangled in the 10,000 volts of hotwire) and clear the 3 foot moat in the same leap. Quite difficult even for a white tail. In fact it appears that this guy tried to do just that in an effort to escape the cats, but got tangled in the wires (probably didn’t feel very good) and couldn’t get out of the yard. The deer did manage to get into a pond in the cheetah yard and was smart enough to realize the the cats wouldn’t go into the pond after him (cheetahs are hydrophobic). When we (keepers) arrived, we shifted the cats out of the yard and escorted the deer out of the yard through a series of open gates that lead to the main road of the zoo and out into the Rock Creek area. This is not the first deer to get into the cheetah yards (there have been 3 others in the past 10 years) – but he was the first one to survive.

Why can’t the cheetahs just jump out? Very good question but you needn’t worry. Short story – cheetahs can move far on a cursorial path, but can’t jump very high at all. Long story – Cheetahs are incredible runners, but they are not good jumpers. Almost all of the cheetahs speed is generated from it’s back. These animals have about 60% of their entire muscle mass packed onto their spine which allows them incredible flexion and extension of their backbones at an almost unfathomable rate. With that much muscle allocated to the back, there is surprising little muscle mass on their hind legs (where jumping power comes from). Next time you get a chance compare a picture of a cheetah with a real jumping cat like a cougar or a jag and you’ll see the differences. A good cheetah jump is about 6 or 7 feet up. Like I said earlier, the fences in our enclosures are 13 – 15 feet high and are laced with hotwires (in case we get the ultra motivated cheetah). A cougar, leopard or jaguar would be out of these enclosures in a heartbeat, but cheetahs just can’t do it.

There you have it. The deer only got out with some zoo help, cheetahs can’t jump as high, and my favorite part: this isn’t the first time a deer has gotten in there, but it’s the first time one has survived. Happy cheetahs!

Here’s more on Craig Saffoe, who works in that most enviable of jobs: head cheetah keeper at the National Zoo.

Billy Goat Tavern in DC

The Billy Goat Tavern has come to Washington, just around the block from where I live, so now I can pop in for a cheezborger at just about any time of the day. I met the manager of the DC Tavern at a tenants’ association meeting two weeks ago; he’s a great-nephew of the original Billy Sianis (and also named Billy). Nice guy.

DC Billy Goat Tavern

Excellent location, on the ground floor of the National Association of Realtors HQ, just up New Jersey Ave from the Capitol. Lots of windows, separate counters for bar and dining, giving the tavern an air of DC legitimacy. Probably my only complaint is that smoking is still allowed in there, so the air inside isn’t exactly fragrant when someone lights up.

DC Billy Goat Tavern Menu

Here’s a closeup of their menu. I’m assuming the “d” is a printer’s typo.

And thanks to the magic of modern technology (i.e. “old film” grain effect, bar saloon music, and Google Flickr Video), you can watch this spectacularly anticlimactic film of me, eating a cheezborger:

(For those unfamiliar with the cultural relevance of this topic, please refer to The Curse of the Billy Goat and the “Olympia Cafe” sketch on Saturday Night Live with John Belushi.)