From the Crime Library, there is a story about a store that was having cash shortages.  The store owner bought a security camera to see who filching the petty cash, and captured on video a mouse making off with the dough.

Seems the mouse needed a new nest, and wanted to go upscale...

Well, it seems that the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweilers no longer have their Imperial Insult Generator. I am given to understand by my mother that the person who created Version 1.0 took it down in heartbroken despair after Mr. Moonbat-Supreme Kerry lost to our good President Bush. I could be wrong. I rather do hope so, but I doubt it. The likelihood is that it was more along the lines of a pot-hazed, liquor-stupified college student "I voted Green to get laid and didn't get any!" temper tantrum. (Who, me, know too much about my age-group? Naaaah. You can ignore a lot in a dorm room. It requires an iron will, lots of tasteful music (read: classical) at loud volumes, headphones, and virtual crack -- er, I mean, MUD/MUSHing. Substitute Half-Life where appropriate. Off-topic comment: Setting trip wires across the hallway so that the nightly drunken stagger race participants fall flat on their faces/butts is Not Nice. No, I didn't do that. No, really. I didn't. I just heard it happen outside of my doorway. Honest.)

Anyhow, I found mom googling for insult generators for her to "tweak" to A.I. Rottweiler satisfaction. As no child willing lets  her mother use someone else's code if at all possible (a la "Friends don't let friends wear speedos. Ever."), I instantly volunteered to create something easy to update to add new imperial insults.

Half an hour of code-time, and four hours for a trip into Houston for an interview and back, and here's the result:

The Unofficial Imperial Insult Generator Version 2.0.

Drop me an email here for comments, suggestions, or whatnot. Good luck wishes for the interview would be greatly appreciated.  On that note, so would a million dollars or a place in the astronaut training program. But what are the chances?

As every G-Fan knows, Godzilla deserved his star ages ago.  He finally got it before the premiere of his "last" film, Godzilla: Final Wars .

Yes, I know, how many "last" films has Godzilla had?  So what?  Star Trek only had one really decent film (Wrath), and they kept it up for a long, long, time after that one.

Godzilla, on the other hand, was the "big guy" when I was a little kid.  Nothing quite like watching a monster stomp Toyko when you are the littlest kid in the class and wished to be stomping the bigger kids who made life hell for everyone.  Godzilla was both PC and un-PC; he showed that there were dangers to radiation, but at the same time, the military was always using cool stuff to try and bring him down. But Godzilla was always "the Dude"; he never really went away, he just got some shut-eye in a volcano somewhere.

So yes, I realize they say this is his "last" film.  It must get sort of boring after 50 years to keep stomping Toyko flat.  Here's to hoping he gets tired of his retirement and keeps this old G-fan watching...

As reported on Fark.com, KSL News is reporting that Provo, Utah has changed a pet restriction law that allowed people to own up to two dogs or two cats, but not one of each. 

I think they ought to consider not only changing the species wording of it, but the number of pets allowed.  I can see limiting people to two huge dogs, but two toy dogs?  Or just two cats?  Of course, that is within city limits.  I don't think I could ever live in town again.  Much too restrictive. 

If you've looked at the site since some point last night, you might have noticed there were a bunch of single-line posts about a new picture being uploaded. Mother and I were adding pictures to the Noah's Ark Bayou Sanctuary photo gallery, and the oh-so-lovely software was auto-posting notifications. Which is really annoying. (I will refrain from ranting about the software -- even though it sucks rocks and I can't edit any of the color templates, or ANYTHING, curse it, it's far-and-away better than Trellis was. Gah! I may not be the most-up-to-date or skilled webdesigner in the world, but I'm good enough, and been doing it long enough, that being prevented from doing what I enjoy is aggravating. Okay. So I ranted a little bit.) I have deleted each of the individual posts on the account of too much clutter, and am now posting this as a public service announcement.

If you do not already have owners ... er ... I meant "pets", really, I did!, there are some very cute and adorable dogs that Noah's Ark Bayou Sanctuary has available for adoption. Come join the rest of us who live in servitude to our four-legged companions!

Oh, dear. I must sign off now. Wayne has decided that he is NOT going to sleep on my our his bed alone. I am required to be the living heating pad and immediate entertainment for those wakeful moments.

At least he's well-trained... Or is that me?

Alyssa and Christine helped me get some pictures of our little 15 week old maniacs, Annie, Blue, and Jasmine. (Born on Friday the 13th in August.) Annie is in the front, Blue is sitting on Alyssa to the left, and Jasmine (Jazz) is sitting on Christine on the right.

Here are pictures of the puppies when they were ten weeks old with their mom dog Bonnie and their other eight siblings:

Notice the picture down in the back--the little monsters jumped around all over the place and slammed into the wall, knocking the picture down.

Here's a picture of Blue and Christine (he's named Blue because he has one blue eye):

And last, but not least, is a picture of Christine holding Porter, my little dog.  I adopted him from my good friend Pam Sanidakos, who runs Noah's Ark Bayou Sanctuary.  (I am going to list several of her other adoptable dogs under Noah's Ark under the pictures menu in the next few days.)

Below is a picture of Wayne and the girls (Jessica, Christine, and Alyssa). 

Here is a picture of Wayne biting the feet of a big stuffed swan on my bed.  As you can see, his belly injury has greatly improved--there is just a little pink line.

And here is a close up of Wayne looking up at the camera:

His hair is still short where it was shaved for his wounds, and there are kinks in his pattern where the edges didn't heal exactly even, but overall, he is doing great.  Below is a picture of Jessica and Wayne (he wouldn't calm down until she was in the room with him, he really relies on her):

According to the Houston Chronicle, three spottings of endangered jaguarundis at the Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge have encouraged wildlife biologist Linda Laack (also known for her ocelot research) to set up cameras trying to get a picture of the animals.  There hasn't been a documented encounter with a wild specimen of that animal in the United States since 1986 when one was found outside of Brownsville dead.

This is a picture of a jaguarundi in a zoo.  Described as "weasel-like", these cats are some of the only solid colored felines in the wild.  They are also only slightly larger than a domesticated cat--about 8 to 16 pounds.