The Order of Growlie

So lately work has been a leech on my soul and my normal existence. Even though I'm pretty young I've been going to bed at the same time as my grandmother. While going to bed early is not a crime, I think it's pretty pitiful that I fell asleep around 9:30 PM tonight. Granted it's currently 1:35 AM and I'm awake, and we're getting to why. My boyfriend called me somewhere around 11:00 PM and then after about 30 minutes of talking and or complaining about our jobs, we got off the phone. I used to visit this site daily a few years ago. It's a great source for material that will chip away at existing brain cells, but it's still a hell of a lot of fun. Ever since I became a cube monkey chained to my monitor until the site works correctly or I've had enough time to find my cloaking device and slip away, I'm not as compelled to spend more time staring at a screen that will most likely be my demise. I was browsing the site refusing to go to bed early when I don't have to work this weekend when I found this video of Primus doing a cover of a classic Charlie Daniels song as well as this game featuring Sushi and a Samurai. Sure, the game may sound a little dull especially since it's on a Canadian site AND it's meant for children, but I shit you not, this game is addictive and will waste at least and hour or so of your time. The game is very similar to the original Donkey Kong released on the Atari or in arcades, but I don't recall a block of tofu chasing you in Donkey Kong. Check it out, enjoy, and I'm off to bed.

For the 10 people that visit my site, the layout has changed. Let me know what you think as I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I know it's been months since I last updated and there's no point in me saying I'll be more dilligent in updating when if I do say such things I'll be sure to disappoint. Never ask me to mail anything. It takes me far longer than it should to fufill a simple task like mailing something. Unless I slept through posting the entry, I don't think I've ever said anything about work. I test websites as a quality control kind of thing. It's not a bad job by any means, but I work with some less than desireable characters. I'm sure some people consider me one of them, but such is life. I'll make a more interesting post the day that work doesn't chew me up and spit out an empty shell.

Little Loki a handful for new mother

HE sucks his thumb, can make a real racket and is inseparable from his favourite toy, just like any other baby.
Except Loki the squirrel monkey is a very special case.

The tiny primate lost his mother soon after he was born at Taronga Zoo last November, when she died from birth complications.

His new family consists of a toy duck and zookeeper Louise Grossfeldt, who has become his surrogate mum.

The monkey hanging onto his duck is the cutest thing I've seen in the past week. If I wasn't afraid he'd fling poo at me, I'd get one as a pet. Although, I can only imagine that with my border collie and the pet monkey, we'd end up with something like this:

Magnates paying to go under

BILLIONAIRES are going to ever greater depths to outdo each other: they are competing to have the biggest private submarines that money can buy.

Paul Allen, co-founder with Bill Gates of the Microsoft empire, recently bought a bright yellow submarine capable of taking 10 passengers. The craft is said to be docked, James Bond-style, inside Octopus, his 126m vessel, claimed to be the world's largest yacht.

Last week, Paul Moorhouse, a Plymouth-based submarine designer, said that two oil billionaires in the Emirates now owned private submarines offering pressurised overnight accommodation, and that an additional "seven or eight extremely wealthy people" have invested in more modest two-man subs.

You've got to be kidding me! There was an episode of Sealab 2021 about this. There was a Billionaire who did extreme stunts because he had too much money for his own damn good. For anyone that has watched Sealab, while it is a fantastic show, I would think twice about trying to duplicate anything from that show in real life. For instance, sending a crew of people inside a man to blow up his tumor with a submarine of sorts is a bit far-fetched. Who would have thought extreme billionaires were real!

Excuse me, but there's plenty of needy people in the world today that could use that money instead of your pompous ass going for a joyride hoping to spot some skeleton pirates on the bottom of the ocean! For instance, I believe they could seriously use that money to help people from Hurricane Katrina and other disasters that occurred this year.

Meanwhile, the jackass that got rich with Bill Gates when making Windows (that's a whole other rant) gets to cruise around in a submarine while I know people that are just scraping to get by because of natural disasters!

Here's to hoping it springs a leak and these rich assholes will think about helping others before they go joyriding.

Two months ago my cheap night light died in my bathroom. I guess my boyfriend didn't want to look at the plastic piece of shit anymore, so he tossed it in the trash can. A very good call on his part because now I have to make a big girl purchase and buy a real night light for my bathroom so when I stumble through the darkness at 4:00 AM, I don't fall over the laundry basket at the end of the hallway and crack a bone I might want later in life. (It is easy to forget when you wake up from a dream where you're being chased by rabid giraffes.)

So I do a google search on night lights to get some ideas of what I'm looking for. Guess what the second hit on Google is?

Great guess! Hamster-Powered Night Light! First I bitched about an article on squirrel pimping and now I've uncovered something on hamster pimping. You'd think I was an activist for rodents, but I'm definitely not.

This summer our house was attacked by mice, and I mean brutal ninja mice. They managed to find their way 4 feet up in the air to feast on the bread in our pantry, they've shat all over the house, and they've managed to piss on just about every extra pillow we own. I spent a good 3 hours this morning cleaning up the devastation in the laundry room. I believe I was successful in my crusade and now the laundry room smells like citrus.

So do I care that they used the hamster to power a night light? No I don't. If the little bastards are going to live in our homes as pets, they might as well work for it. That's right; my dog can chase sheep for a living if she had to, but there's not that many in the city.

Growlie out.