We received group assignments in SOC R064 today.  Each group must surreptitiously watch an area of the Temple campus for 30 minutes and record interpersonal interactions and the racial groups which interacted.  Having been assigned the “skate park” portion of Temple I proposed we get skate gear and talk like board leet mutha’s.  Everyone in the group was engaged in this joviality when I asked the girl to my left what she thought, she turned beat red and started reviewing for a geology test.  I thought this odd, and continued joking with the others about the mad grind stalls I planned on doing.  As said beet faced person left I then realized she had a limp that would make a run in with a loan shark jealous.  I always come in before her and talk with the girl next to me so I suppose I never noticed a walking deficiency that would make her jealous of Nancy Kerrigan.

My lampshaded dog must take antibiotics twice a day and recently I’ve been rolling the pills into cheese singles and feeding Max thusly.  Today I ran out of cheese and instead made a 1/2″ ball of peanut butter with a juicy Levaquin core.  This worked well for his morning dose so I reckoned it’d be fine for the evening.  Well, Max initially licked it up and it fell to the end of his cone as a lump, in an attempt to lick it he ran his lampshade against the oven door and dislodged the ball onto the door.  Not to be deterred, he licked the door of the oven clean of peanut butter and after a flash of discovery continued to remove the dried gravy my brother spilled from yesterday’s ham.

After a box of flour spilt in our cereals cabinet, we’ve had a bit of a mice problem which called for the old standby of Victor Mouse Traps.  Knowing that we’ve tried this before, I though they may get the hang of it as depicted here.  I left for the weekend shortly afterwards and when I returned, saw on the cereals cabinet an evelope written on the back “Body Count” with 11 hash marks on it.  Thank God evolution’s slow.

The CIT Tryouts held today contained a rite of passage not to missed by camp staff.  For lunch, each participant had to prepare a foil pack lunch and properly cook the pack over a charcoal bed for about 8 minutes a side.  The trick is flipping the pack and with only one pair of heat-resistant gloves competition for said gloves would be fierce.  These kids were a bit more introverted than normal and I saw roughly half the participants look for who had the gloves, realize they didn’t want to ask them for it, try to turn the packet over by hand, burn themselves, shake their hands fiercely to cool themselves down and then ask for the gloves.  After the first four burn victims I assumed they’d see what was happening and simply ask for the gloves, luckily to my amusement, they did not.

At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies.  During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”

At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies.  During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”

Max has overcome the effects of the sedative triumphantly but is still adjusting to life with a lampshade on his head.  He’s mastered picking objects off the floor for the most part by simply hovering over them and pushing his head straight down.  The cone thus creates a dome of  privacy over whatever he has captured so the cat may not interfere.  I don’t think he quite knows what’s going on and I’m waiting for him to partially drown the cat by jamming his cone over his water bowl while the cat is drinking.

Max has overcome the effects of the sedative triumphantly but is still adjusting to life with a lampshade on his head.  He’s mastered picking objects off the floor for the most part by simply hovering over them and pushing his head straight down.  The cone thus creates a dome of  privacy over whatever he has captured so the cat may not interfere.  I don’t think he quite knows what’s going on and I’m waiting for him to partially drown the cat by jamming his cone over his water bowl while the cat is drinking.

Our dog, Max, went in today to remove a lump on his leg and to have a giant blood blister removed from his ear.  While waiting for the post-op pick-up I saw on the wall a chart of dog silhouettes on chart to help determine if your dog was overweight.  The dogs on the chart were divided into four sizes:  Large, medium, small and wiener dogs.  After puzzling over it for about 2 minutes I’m pretty sure the pictures for the skinny, lean and fat wiener dog were the same picture.

Our dog, Max, went in today to remove a lump on his leg and to have a giant blood blister removed from his ear.  While waiting for the post-op pick-up I saw on the wall a chart of dog silhouettes on chart to help determine if your dog was overweight.  The dogs on the chart were divided into four sizes:  Large, medium, small and wiener dogs.  After puzzling over it for about 2 minutes I’m pretty sure the pictures for the skinny, lean and fat wiener dog were the same picture.