Office Doldrums Cures #2, 3, and 4

Today for lunch, I borrowed PukaBuddy’s pocket k-nife (read: small hunting k-nife) for to aid in the consumption of recently acquired zucchini. (And although Merkat’s may beat mine in size, I still say that mine is far more strategically engineered, ahem.) So k-nife in hand and ‘chini perched like a cocked pistol on my shoulder, I go traipsing down the halls to my puka. An interesting sight to onlookers, I’m sure.

Skip ahead a bit, brother.

Upon returning the k-nife, PukaBuddy decides that it is a wise and scholarly endeavor to conduct a physic experiment, at least, I’m sure those were his motives… what else could they be? Anyhoo, he decides to find the strategic angles, rotation, and velocity which would result in a k-nife remaining lodged in the ceiling. Sadly, we came to no definite conclusions on this front. We moved on to very sharp pencils. I’m still currently working out the physics behind the proper throwing techniques… I’m sure I’ll get it worked out in no time.

And now for something completely different.

Here is conclusive proof that rats are highly intelligent. It does make you wonder though what turned the rodents on to mass consumption of alcohol in the first place… escaping from the nagging missus and the 20 pups in the latest litter? needing to take the edge off after a long day of pharmaceutical drugs testing? Whatever the reason, you’ve got to admire the little buggers for setting up some amazing keg parties. And who’d have known that rats have a foot fetish! And if anyone hears about the next rat-hosted keg party, call me.

And just seconds ago, before I could hit "Publish Post," I was inundated in Illiness. Note to self: never lock Charming Illy in a cramped room all day... without first mounting a camera in the wall relaying live feed to my puka. :)