This is my 200th post, which I think covers the good/bad theme neatly. Hahaha.
Trish says that cane spiders eat cockroaches. You would think that was good news. The bad news is, they are the size of house cats. I have witnessed two cane spiders in the wild in my life (one in Aiea, the other in Honolulu proper), each the size of dinner plates and each capable of triggering fatal heart attacks in anyone with anything remotely like a bug phobia. TARANTULAS are smaller than these things. Prettier, too. Sighting one of these things results in screaming. I kid you not. I once had to apologize to the neighbors for teaching their children new words (of the four-letter variety) over a cane spider.
There are still ants on my desk, which I guess means napalm in the morning. (Burning down my house covers the good news/bad news all in one big swipe.)
For everyone enjoying the cuss-fest that had become my blog (and I know there are a couple of you out there), I hate to disappoint you, but my medication has been adjusted by my doctor and my 'internal editor' is back on again. Those tranquilizers made me say ANYTHING. Good gravy, the things I've said this week. (Hell, I even had a discussion with my doctor about anti-depressants and sexual side-effects and the entertainment value therof.) So anyway. Good news, I feel better, bad news, less entertainment for you guys. I'll try to be surly and swear a little, just to keep things on par. But no more discussions of my sex life. And I'll probably quit calling ants 'little black fuckers'. Probably.
I vegetated (and knit) all day in front of the TV, but my hand crapped out around nine-thirty in the middle of Stargate, so I didn't get the yoke finished. Heck, I didn't even get to the next increase round. But I did catch the episode of Eureka I missed. You guys were right. It was good.
And Blogger still won't take pictures. Pah. Double bad news at the end. Isn't that always the way?