Tippy’s been doing a serious number on the frame of my bathroom door. Y’know. She’s got claws. She needs to claw shit, and since I rent (and I put down a $100 security deposit on my last apartment that they let me carry over to this one, suckers!), I’d much rather she destroy the apartment than any of the apartment’s contents. Here’s what her destructive Claws of Steel have done:

Anyway, I noticed that Jamaila at Ancestral Pile has been posting a lot of good DIY tips, so I thought I’d pose the question to her … and damn did she ever answer!

Thank you, Jamaila!

Trying to clear the wax out of my ears earlier this afternoon with Q-tips, I inadvertently jammed the wax deep into my left ear. The last few hours haven’t been fun — with only my right ear functioning, I’ve almost felt like I’ve been interacting in the world from behind a glass wall.

I stopped by the grocery store after work hoping to find a product I’ve used before — it’s an ear drop that works to unclog wax. Unfortunatly, the medicine aisle had been rearranged and all I could find were ear plugs and “swimmer’s ear” relief — darnit, where’d the Wax-Be-Gone go? (I don’t know that it was actually called Wax-Be-Gone).

Guess we’re back to square one — tilting my head into the shower’s stream and hoping the hot water does a number on the wax.

(Or that the wax chunk falls out on its own).

Isn’t it part of the FBI’s job to investigate corruption in public officials? I don’t get how siezing materials from Lousianna Democrat William Jefferson’s office is a “[violation of the] Constitution’s separation of powers principles”, unless the FBI acted at the bequest of the White House?

I so ripped that title off from the article. Anyway, a couple in Alaska decided they wanted to do everything they could to “ensure their son’s future.” So they named him …

“We decided to name him James Tiberius Kirk Weldy,” said Rebecca in regard to the newest family member who, according to the Captain’s Log, was added to the family fleet at 4:31 a.m. on Friday, April 21, 2006.

For those not in the know, James T. Kirk — played by William Shatner — was the commander of the starship Enterprise in the 1960s science fiction series “Star Trek.”

Wow.

Finishing my complete series overview of Homicide: Life on the Street, I’ve begun Netflixing HBO’s Six Feet Under. I saw the first few episodes when it first aired, but that was, what, six years ago? I’d forgotten most of what happened.

Anyway, I just finished the second disc of the first season. I’m really digging the show. I was hoping to watch the first episode of the third disc tonight before bed when I made a horrifying discovery. The sealed return envelope with the first disc was still on my table.

So. Uh. What’d I drop in the mailbox outside of work this morning?

The unsealed return envelope with the third disc.

Whooooops.

Generally, my Netflix returns show up at the Netflix facility in Gaithersburg “the next day”, so if I don’t have an e-mail early tomorrow (this?) morning, I’ll get worried. I should be worried. I doubt the postal picker-upper would bother to seal the envelope, even assuming he or she noticed it open.

Damn.