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Tuesday, August 08, 2006 

Bat country

This week's Singles Jukebox is up, and aside from noting that Kasabian are barely tolerable with decent production and horns, and aimlessly gushing over that fantastic Joan As Police Woman single, everything I have to say is right there for you.

In other news, last night a bat somehow got into the apartment (absolutely no idea how, there are no holes in any of the windows), and Ben and I can't find the little bastard. We were trying to catch him as he flew around when he just... vanished (we saw where he went, but upon investigation couldn't see even traces of him!), and now this morning we can't find him sleeping anywhere, which was the hope. I'm very tired and more than a little pissy about it.

When I was in the second grade, I was doing some summer program at my elementary school, and I was in the library reading. Some kids found a dead bat laying on the table next to mine, so we were all distracted with looking at it and poking it and shit. The mother of the other kids was paranoid and made her kids get rabies shots, but my mom let me wing it without shots. don't ever let me bite you, or you could catch my rabies-in-remission.

No Ian, your initial (subject) perception was the correct one.

It was just the drugs.

Aha Gord, but I don't share my drugs with Ben, and he saw it too!

Just call Missy. She has bat radar.

Bentley seems to be gone.







Ben named him.

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