Just another E!

So I've settled down in Houston. Everything is pretty much in order. I've got a job, an apartment, a roommate, and a solved pigeon problem. Our tiny second floor apartment includes a little balcony. Problem is, our courtyard is some sort of pigeon breading ground and most of the other balconies were already equipped with pigeon netting when we moved in. Ours wasn't. The mountains of poop pretty much coated the balcony floor. So, of course, we paid the apartment complex to come put up some netting but before they got around to installing the stuff, it was too late. The pigeons had laid eggs.

We agonized over the morality of destroying these pretty white eggs before they become massive poop machines. I mean, when is the egg considered a living bird? When it is fertilized, or when it hatches?

After much soul searching, and one chicken omelet latter, we decided to kill the pigeon eggs in favor of our own desire for outdoor living. We're selfish bastards, I know, but thats the circle of life for ya. For two days after the nest was gone, dad pigeon slept on our railing all night staring blindly like a gargoyle into our living room with his tiny beady red eyes.

And leaving a large pile of poop every morning.

Once, when arriving home from work, I even caught mommy and daddy pigeon doing it right in front of me on the sidewalk as if to say "Ha we'll just make more eggs and put those on your balcony too, Egg smasher!"

Then the netting went up. I don't know if they'll place a new nest but with his old perch gone dad has taken to sleeping on the concrete steps that lead up to our apartment; squatting nefariously under a stoop... watching us unflinchingly as we stomp of the stares.

It has become quite obvious that he is plotting our demise.

If I die falling down the stairs, look for beak marks on my ankles.

Now this is awesome! Thats a picture from the front page of the local newspaper's website and that's my brother driving his car. Reminds me of a lol cat. Classy.

My brother saw them taking the picture and told us that he'd probably be in the evening paper. But that text makes it so much better.



Yup.

It rained a bit last night. What happened to the cold? Better if it was snow. At least the roads could be cleared.

There is a new trailer out for Elizabeth: The Golden Age. This is the first I've heard of this sequel to the 1998 Elizabeth but I wasn't exactly searching for it. I certainly enjoyed the first one. It was well-written and meticulously resplendent but it is hardly a popcorn flick I usually prefer.

The trailer looks and sounds gorgeous, and I'd expect nothing less. I cannot help but be sad that Christopher Eccleston isn't on the cast list but I'm sure I'll recover. You'll also notice that in the last film Her Majesty received the favors of a disheveled Joseph Fiennes and in this one she's moved on to a pirate-y Clive Owen. Queen Blanchett certainly has discerning taste and it's improved with age.

Geoffrey Rush will also be returning, minus that pirate-esque Scottish accent he's been sporting in the interim.

I got a spam message today in my Opera community inbox, from user jackg. It was your standard Nigerian money scam. I blocked him, of course, but does anyone know of a way to report him for abuse? Thanks.

Next summer, this is what I will be playing.