Expectation

Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen

It's Glowing Cats and Dogs

I am sure Korean scientists had some worthwhile goal in mind when they cloned a litter of beagles and made them glow red by inserting fluorescent genes into them.

But don't even get me started about using dogs in experiments. That is a dark place not made any brighter by glow-in-the-dark puppies. That the scientists chose red - a color not even seen by dogs - just makes it worse. 

But I admit I felt a little grim satisfaction that they tried it on cats first. Heh.

Want the real story (and see a green monkey)? Glowing Animals: Beasts Shining for Science

Dumber Than a Box of Hair

My friend, also named Mel, uses the expression "dumber than a box of hair" to describe various people whom...well... at the very least, make choices that are annoying to her.

"Dumber than a box of hair" makes me laugh every time. It is right up there with "lost contact with the mothership" or "couldn't find their way out of a paper bag." (And everyone knows how much cats like paper bags. Don't try to tell me cats hang out so long in bags because they think they make cool forts.)


But back to the box of hair thing.

When I saw this article about people sending boxes of hair to clean up the Gulf oil spill, I though of my friend Mel and I chuckled.

According to an article in the Star Tribune:

"Nearly 200 hair salons and pet groomers are collecting their customers' hair -- or fur -- and shipping it to warehouses along the Gulf Coast. There, it's being stuffed into mesh booms that are slated to be dropped along beaches to absorb the ever-spreading oil slick from an offshore drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico."

At first, I thought, "Sure, sign me up. Shave me silly." If I could help some fellow creatures not die a horrible toxic death, I would willingly go hairless. Not that I have much to offer in locks.

There is something appealing about thousands, maybe millions, of people and pets banding together to come up with a homegrown solution that has, so far, eluded scientists, government and corporations alike. We'll show them!

Then, I closed my eyes and pictured all those boxes of hair being shipped.

That is: thousands of individual boxes of hair driven to the post office or picked up by the UPS guys, flown to the Gulf, delivered to the warehouse to be assembled into thirsty hair booms. I followed them in my mind's eye as they are loaded up again, driven to the Gulf, loaded onto boats with motors and finally dumped into the nasty oily mess.

The mess which was caused by our collective, insatiable appetite for petroleum to run our cars, trucks, planes and boats.

Suddenly, the whole well-meaning idea seemed dumber than a box of hair.











6/1/10 Follow-up and see how the whole hair boom thing worked out at Daughter Number Three's post: Make it a Hair Boomerang.

Bitzer's Watching You

I have a new hero: Shaun the Sheep's dog Bitzer. He keeps those sheep in order - and does it with tenacity and flair. Shaun might be the star of the show but Bitzer gets the bone!

Cancel Each Other Out

Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen

A Candle for the Dogs

I am not really into candles. Every dog knows flames of any kind are best avoided. However, I appreciate White Castle's attempt to capture the canine market. I will definitely put this item on my birthday wish list!

The White Castle scented candle is infused with the smell of 

"steam-grilled-on-a-bed-of-onions" burgers. (White Castle)