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Face Pampers

Face Lift

Barking Space has a slightly tweaked look!

Ive changed some of the colours to make it easier to read, and I’ve added a stats counter along the left side.

What do y’all think? Let me know!



Campers Pampers

Another weekend, another camping trip. Algonquin is calling my name.

Of course I’ll be taking the camera up with me, along with some old Portra film that my friend Cristina gave me.

Any requests for a photo of a particular subject?

The Furry Poocano Stats

Heart Attack From the Furry Children

One of the biggest problems with pets (and animals in general) is that they don’t talk. Notice, I didn’t say they can’t talk. This is because I firmly believe they actually can but choose not to say anything to us. This can be a problem when there is something medically wrong with them.

We were off for the weekend to Ottawa (only a few days), and our cats are generally good on their own. They keep each other occupied and sleep all day.

Our landlady was fixing up something in our bathroom, so we moved the litter boxes outside to a different place so that she could keep the bathroom door closed (to keep the cats out of the construction zone).

Unfortunately, we ran out of our normal litter, so we were using the back-up one. And we’d just finished adjusting their diet as well. Perhaps too many changes at once caused what we came home to.

When we arrived home from Ottawa, Logan was not really his freaky-energetic self. He was shaking, and there were telltale signs of cat urine all over the place. It seemed like it was really painful for him to urinate, and he would visit the litter box at least thirty times an hour to pee, and not actually manage to go through with it half the time. Sometimes he just ended up peeing wherever he was standing because it was just too unbearable to keep it in anymore. We didn’t know what was wrong (the lack of speech to tell us what was up).

We called one clinic, and they said it was a behavioural issue, and that everything would be fine now that we were home. We didn’t really think that diagnosis over the phone was accurate, so we called another place, and they told us to bring him in right away.

So we tucked him into the pet carrier while our other cat watched, and meowed, and then drove to Mississauga to the 24-hour clinic. After an hour or so, they figured out he had a bladder infection, and needed to hydrate. So they injected him under the skin with water (giving him a big, wet hump on his back), and gave us some pills to take care of his problem. This all took place on the morning of my Birthday. Not really the best way to celebrate, but our little guy needed help.

What really stuck with me is how the Mississauga clinic guy told us that it was good that we brought him in because he may not have lasted until the morning if we didn’t. A pox on the other clinic, I say!



The Poocano

The pills that we were given were to last about two weeks. We had to give Logan a pill in the morning and one at night – every day. This was challenging, but doable.

The problem with the pills was that they caused him to have the runs. He would use the litter box, and then go somewhere to clean himself, but the telltale signs of runniness were everywhere. It wasn’t really his fault. When your stool is softer, gravity seems to play a much more active role in distributing tracks all over the place.

One of the games that cats play is called hide and freak. Essentially one cat will hide around a corner and jump out at the other one, who was most likely minding their own business. Cats always leap vertically ass first usually turning in the air to land facing whatever startled them.

Unfortunately, poor Logan was on his way to the bathroom. Laila jumped out and Logan jumped high in the air, ass first, spraying crap in a wide arc all over the wall.

He landed, composed himself, and then ran into the bathroom.

I cleaned up the mess (which wasn’t too bad) and then made sure that Logan knew that he wasn’t in trouble.

The next day, I was chuckling to myself about what had transpired the night before. Mrs. Jorge was curious as to why I was laughing…


Mrs. J: What’s so funny?
Jorge: The cats last night.
MJ: What happened? Is everything okay?
J: Well, Laila scared the crap out of Logan!


The best material writes itself.

It has been a few years since he had that problem. It has never returned.



Stats Whore!

So, in this world that is obsessed with Stats, I figured I would just rattle off some numbers..

So….


Total Hits to Barking Space: 19363

Total Number of Haiku Written: 810

Links To My Blog (According to Technorati): 52

Sites Linking to my Blog (Technorati): 40

Technorati Rank: 46967

Number of Posts Linking to my Photography Page: 9

Number of Hits to my Photography Page: 1596


Craziness.

I’ll Have Your 18-Hour Photo Stuff Updated

I’ll Have Your Spam. I Love It!

I’ve been saving some of these names up from my inbox at home. I’ve been saving these because I find it amusing (as I stated here). Check these out…

  • Householder F. Ubiquitously
  • Diagram F. Generalissimos
  • Pimientos V. Unofficial
  • Pickpocket M. Awarest
  • Wit S. Bibliographic
  • Instil G. Vibrantly
  • Tacos G. Recklessness
  • Sidekick H. Dice
  • Ghostliest V. Untold



Most ominous…

Killings U. Ester



Most hilarious…

Pacifists B. Grovellers



Most eerily applicable to me…

Pyrotechnics K. Haiku


That was creepy.



18-Hour K-Rot Class? What the Hell is Wrong With You?

Yes. You read that correctly.

An 18-Hour Class this past Saturday.

In Karate.

What do you do in 18-Hours of Karate?

Hurt.

A lot.

But it’s a good kind of pain.

Actually, other than the stiffness it was a really great experience. We learned a lot that day, especially how much you can push yourself.

You also really gain an appreciation for senior belts and you grow closer to the people who participate.

It was a really great time.

I suppose some of you want specifics.

I can’t tell you, though. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.



Photo Stuff

I’ve received a few requests from people who are interested in my photos. I’m not sure if I’ve ever really made it that obvious, but they are available for purchase.

I’m not trying to whore myself out here, but I figured I’d post that tidbit as I’ve received inquiries from more than one person that’s not related to me.

I’m thinking about making some type of catalogue thing that shows the photo, the associated story accompanying the image and the technical information. What do you all think of this?

Updated August 15, 2005 (15:45)

I had a Microsoft Word version (hefty at a little over 5 megs in size) which was available this morning for download. Unfortunately, it is hefty at a little over 5 Megs in size.

Linette was kind enough to create a better (and much smaller) version for me which you can now download from here. It is in PDF format.

Hai-Kuul – Aug 15, 2005 – CONTEST WINNER!!!

Hai-Kuul Winner!

Congratulations to princess_castle who submitted the 40th request! Her prize is the 8×10 print shown in this entry.

Please e-mail me a mailing address, and I will send you your prize.

The next Hai-Kuul contest will not be for a while yet, but you can still send in ideas.

And now, without further ado…


Achilles…U Love Me? (Requested by princess_castle)
Why don’t you answer?
Are you afraid? Talk, because
I know your weakness!


The Great Wall of Antarctica!! (Requested by princess_castle)
In the land of cold
A black barrier moves on
Walk with the penguins


Indian Independence Day! (Requested by princess_castle)
Celebrate a day
For a wonderful country
Jalebis for all!


Black Tea, Green Tea, What Tea?! (Requested by princess_castle)
I need to wake up
My choice of tea will help me
But which one to drink?


Scared of My Relatives (Requested by princess_castle)
So hard to avoid
So much like a hangover
Without the drinking


Briseis (Requested by princess_castle)
She lost her husband
Achilles abducted her
Then had to lose her


He Was Flirtin’ With My Cousin…Moron!! (Requested by princess_castle)
He was trying hard
To make a good impression
But he’s beneath her


Encyclopedia ‘Bitha’nica (Requested by princess_castle)
An alternate tome
With lots of exclamations
And some new words, too


I think we have a Trojan theme going here…


I Think I Am Helen…Erm?! (Requested by princess_castle)
Living in Troy sucks
I think I need to move now
Perhaps the Hamptons?




*Remember, you can submit a topic to inspire your very own Haiku Poem by clicking here. You can read about Hai-Kuul here.

Another Heart Window Nut

Another Photo Exhibition

The Salvador Darling show is closing today. I’ll be heading over there this evening to take down the photos from the walls, only to send new ones along to Sunnyside Sundays (Portugal Pavilion).

It takes place on Sunday, August 21. It should be a great day.

The only unfortunate part is that I won’t be present, but there will be all kinds of vendors and fun. Check it out if you can!

One day only.



Gorilla My Heart

I love the Toronto Zoo. I realize that not everyone agrees with the concept of a zoo, but in my opinion there are some Zoos that do great work for conservation and preservation of species, and the Toronto Zoo is one of them.

One of my favourite exhibits is the Gorilla exhibit. I’m not sure if it’s their grace, or strength that draws me to them. Perhaps the similarities between us and them make it more fascinating? Either way, a trip to the zoo would not be complete without visiting my lowland brethren.

Today, I will tell you two tales of why Gorillas are better than people.

You will be amazed…



The Window

Before the Gorillas got their new spiffy environment at the Zoo, they had a relatively plain one. There was an outdoor component, and an indoor one (these were visible to the zoo patrons).

The outdoor component has all kinds of ladders and ropes and things for the Gorillas to use for exercise, and the inside was essentially a large space with various open-concept rooms. The visitors were separated from the Gorillas by a thick layer of clear Plexiglas, so that observation of the Gorillas would be unhindered.

On this particular day, the Gorillas were inside, as the weather was quite hot and humid and inside was much cooler. Consequently, a lot more people were inside than usual as well.

There was a crowd along the Plexiglas wall about five people deep. The line closest to the Plexiglas window was made up mostly of kids, but there were also some older teenagers and young guys.

The older boys were leaning right up to the glass, making faces (which was entertaining for all of us, I’m sure, including the Gorillas).

Given the number of people, things were surprisingly calm. Charles (the patriarch of the Gorillas), was sitting near one of the females, who was watching her baby playing in the soft straw of the enclosure floor. The other females were also close by, and there were two adolescent males goofing around with some of the toys and stealing glances at the face-makers.

The problem started when some of those older boys started smacking the glass.

This caused the baby to jump a little and irritated the adolescent males.

Charles looked around and appeared to be communicating with the young male gorillas. When he spoke, they would calm down slightly.

However, this did no good when the teenagers started smacking the glass hard, over and over.

Some of the kids in the front row were getting nervous as the young male gorillas started pacing close to the Plexiglas. The teens kept pounding.

Suddenly, one of the adolescents smacked the wall as a reply, shaking the Plexiglas. There is no doubt in my mind that the barrier would hold, but I’m sure it ruffled a few feathers in the crowd.

Given the level of response, you would have thought that the humans would quit pounding on the glass, but they kept going.

Soon the baby gorilla became upset and made an awful wailing noise.

At this point Charles got up (you have to realize that this guy is huge), picked up the baby Gorilla and nestled him to his torso to protect him. He then made a sharp hissing noise to the other Gorillas, and motioned to the door to the outer enclosure. The rest of the Gorillas followed him out, heads bowed.

The humans, in the mean time, were still making whooping noises and pounding on the glass.

Now think about this picture for a moment, and you tell me who the real animals are…

Gorillas: 1 Humans: 0



Charles and The Nut Thrower

I used to go to the Zoo a lot more than I do now. I used to be a member, which was more cost effective than paying admission several times a year.

One thing about zoos that really bug me is that there are a lot of stupid people. Among my favourites are…

  • Girls who insist on wearing clubbing clothes to the zoo
  • Guys who go there to cruise for chicks
  • People who don’t pay attention to where they are going
  • People who think feeding the geese and birds is a good thing


The most annoying person of all, though, is the nut thrower.

I was standing at the barrier of the outdoor enclosure watching Charles chill in the shade.

Picture a rather large (obese) man, with Weird Al Yankovic‘s Hair and moustache, a really big baseball cap, and an ugly Hawaiian shirt draped over his torn jean shorts. He was loud and obnoxious. He essentially shoved his way up to the enclosure and started telling people how stupid and slow Gorillas were.

This guy had a bag of peanuts and he was throwing them at Charles (the head Gorilla). The peanuts were flying all over, as this guy didn’t have the greatest coordination. The ones that actually hit Charles would just harmlessly bounce off of his furry hide, apparently doing no harm.

Even so, it was quite annoying…


See how stupid he is? He’s just letting me throw shit at him. Hahaha. This is hilarious.


Did I say annoying? I would also like to add embarrassing!

I was about to say something when Charles himself silenced the perpetrator with a simple action.

Peanut guy wound up and whipped a peanut that was going right for Charles’ face. It’s as if the world stood still except for that peanut. People gasped that the guy would throw it so hard.

But it was nothing to Charles.

Quick as a flash he caught the peanut between his strong thumb and forefinger and slowly looked up at the obnoxious man. Meeting his gaze, Charles then crushed the peanut into dust.

The peanut thrower became visibly shaken, and dropped his bag of peanuts as he backed away very quickly and took off.

Charles then collected the peanuts around him into a pile, put them on his belly and enjoyed the rest of his day.

Gorillas: 2 Humans: 0


Conclusion? Humans can be jackasses.