Saturday, December 31, 2005

I hate flies.

While entymology is a hobby, this doesn't make me an all-inclusive fan of all insects. Flies, cockroaches, and mosquitoes I could live without.

Living in Texas, I've spent a lot of time killing flies, and the desire to eradicate them has grown into a pastime. Ever since I was a little kid I've had a knack for killing them. I typically possess normal reflexes, however I've astounded myself many times by snatching a passing fly right out of the air as it passed through my periphery vision. Especially on the right side. As I grew more serious about fly killing, I started out being quite unskilled in my hobby. I'd often ineffectually chase them around with a fly swatter. Actually I don't think I've ever owned a real fly swatter, but instead used a rolled up news paper or magazine or towel. After reading this, hopefully the your own hours of giving chase will be no more or at least, minimized and your victories will be many.

Like any enemy, the best way to achieve their defeat is to study them and find their weaknesses. Flies' strength comes through their ability to produce and in a seemingly unending front, they are militarily very unsophisticated and have numerous weaknesses which you can exploit.

As you may have noticed, files are pretty slow when the ambient temperatures are low. Unlike our superior metabolism which generates our own body heat and keeps our muscles ready to fight, flies are cold-blooded and rely on the environment to ready their fight or flight response. Unfortunately it can get expensive air conditioning the battlefield down to a sufficient temp to slow them down, and when outdoor temps drop, so do the flies making them hard to locate. If you’re lucky enough to have a fly around while the temps are low then you’ll be the sure victor in a less than thrilling combat.

Flies have terrible night vision. Corralling one in a room in the evening makes for easy dispatch. One of my favorite weapons in my arsenal is the light switch dimmer. Dimmers allow me to have a pre-bedtime victory without suffering my own burst of battle time adrenaline, allowing me to easily get slip into a post triumph slumber. Locate the fly, dim the lights to a level where you can just make out their location and calmly pinch them from existence.

Due to their poor night vision, flies are easily lured to your battleground of choice. Upon discovering a fly in the house I typically turn off all the lights with the exception one room, typically the bathroom. Then I wait a few minutes and let the fly (or better yet for your kill count, flies) convene in the lighted room to which they are innately attracted by their drive to lengthen their breeding and battling day. Then, I simply close the door, dim the lights and snuff them out. If I’m lucky / unlucky enough to have one of those days when there are many flies in the house, I sometimes speed up my victory by employing the vacuum to bag them from existence in a dusty demise.

Victory can be elusive when it comes to such a prolific foe. Therefore, in my later years of hunting, I moved closer to the source rather than simply reacting to an invasion. I learned this by studying the Bush administration’s keen response to Saudi terrorists by attacking them right at their home in Iraq.

Moving any battle with a diurnal enemy to the outdoors means expanding your technical superiority on the battle field. Analogous of the single lighted room in an otherwise dark house I’ve introduced an effective daytime fly attractant to corral them to one outside location, chickens. If you’re ready to move your own conquest to the outdoors it’s also time you seriously consider how you will house the requisite livestock. Chicken manure is and excellent fly attractant. By rounding up the neighborhood fly population in to my chicken ghetto I’ve outwitted them and taken control of the number of places they have to set down their eggs. Taking out many egg laden adults before they effectively breed is key to mass population control. In the chicken yard I’ve installed a commercial fly trap. Through the use of this trap my kill numbers have gone up nearly 5 orders of magnitude. About once a week, during the summer months, I empty the trap’s tens of thousands of conquered souls into a mass grave where, instead of ever breeding or invading my home, they feed the plants of my landscape.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

This is from one of my all time favorite songs by an all time favorite band.
It hits a morphine receptor in my head.


We don't have to do anything
Except watch the leaves turning in the wind
Say what you want to say

We don't have to go anywhere
Let's just sit and talk about the usual things
I couldn't move anyway


reminiscing Christmas with the family

S says... and speaking of stealing, i do recall a dark and starry night, many many years ago, when all three of us girls were piled up in the back of our beloved orange volvo, idling in the snow, and my dad runs up breathlessly with a christmas tree, stuffs it through the back window, and yells at my mother to hit the gas. uh huh, we stole that christmas tree. seriously.


H replies... We had a stolen tree one year too. My brother stole it from a tree farm, but I wasn't with him. It was one of the best looking trees we ever had. He went out with a few friends and loaded up one of their trucks with tree cheer for all their families.

I have an aluminum tree that's quite nice that I inherited from Grampy. He's the one that used to wear western shirts. It was purchased in the late 60's for a little over $8.

Not trees, but my favorite part about your story is the orange Volvo. I bet you wish you still had it. I can see that clear as day. My Mom had a red wagon with an all metal cargo area in the back. That's where we road. Those were the days. We had a checker board painted on the rear deck and magnetic checkers to play with. My Mom used to occasionally take corners kinda hard and slide us side to side in the back in a big kid-pile. We took that car on a road trip to Michigan when I was very wee little. I remember laying in the back with my brother and sister and waving our bare feet out the back window at other cars. We thought we were hilarious.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

What's in a name?
Was just having a chit chat with some cube neighbors and we got talking about baby names. I told them that I was a few days old before my sister suggested my name based on her little crush named Kenny down the street.
Now, obviously the details are gonna be sketchy here, but that jarred my memory of me (as a very young boy) telling people that the nurses in the hospital called me Harry because they didn't know my name. Later Harry was my imaginary friend who was quite tall. His line was way up near the ceiling on our growth measurement wall in the kitchen.
Fixing your maladies

Did you ever see My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Yes? I identified with the father. He was the one who sprayed all his maladies with windex. I don't use windex, but I say "Pour peroxide on it!" The last time I had a sore throat, I woke up on a Sunday morning unable to swallow and went to bed that night totally cured. Peroxide! Don't breathe through the foaming fumes, don't ingest any, and rinse thoroughly. Hope I've convinced you.

How do I feel? I feel better than James Brown, and he feels good, so it goes something like this:

Whoa-oa-oa! I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would, now
I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would, now
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, I got you

Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

{ sax, two licks to bridge }

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

{ sax, two licks to bridge }

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, well I got you

Whoa!
I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would, now
I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, 'cause I got you
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, 'cause I got you
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, 'cause I got you

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

As in Still Life with Rose, by Junior Brown.
This line marks the beginning of a new adventure. Chapter somethingteen, part 1....