Monday, October 31, 2005 

Happy Samhain

In honor of Samhain and Halloween I would like to introduce to you to the Little Forest Bat, also known as Vespadelus vulturnus. It may be the smallest bat in the world, I'm not sure, but it is the smallest bat in Australia. Weighing in at around 4 grams, this little bat has a wingspan of 2.36 inches. It can actually fit into a matchbox! Native to Australia, it lives in hollowed out trees and eats a variety of pesky bugs. The Little Forest Bat breeds once a year and has only one baby per year. Responsible breeders - I love it.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005 

My Left Foot

Have you ever had a moment when you knew you were going down, but could do nothing to stop it? A moment where everything happens in slow motion and all you can do is watch in embarrasment and horror as it unfolds? This past Saturday I was rolling along on my brand new skateboard, having a good time, when suddenly I could feel my ankle giving way like a wet soba noodle. Did I go down in a flurry of wicked acrobatics? Of course not. I just crumpled like a paper bag and hit the asphalt with a painful thud. When the guy at the skate shop handed me my board and said, "Enjoy your shred stick," I didn't know he was being so literal. My knee looked like it was on the losing end of a battle with a cheese grater. To make matters worse, my neighbor was pulling into his driveway and saw the whole thing. He jumped out to rush to my rescue, but all I wanted to do was to blend invisibly into the pavement. How embarassing.

So now I have to spend the next six weeks hobbling around in a giant Aircast that looks like a ski boot on crack while my fractured fibula heals. No more skateboarding for Da Piig this year. :(

Friday, October 21, 2005 

Separated At Birth?


No offense to Arlo and his fans, but the resemblance is uncanny.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005 

Semi-Regular Picture Quiz















Okay folks, here's the first picture quiz on my new blog. I figured I would start with an easy one. Let the guessing begin.......

Monday, October 17, 2005 

Stay Off The Sidewalks!


Watch out pedestrians - Piig just got herself a skateboard!! Big hugs and kisses to my partner in crime for this kick ass anniversary gift.

I haven't been on a skateboard since I was about 10 years old, but I'm excited about hopping back on the deck and learning all over again. I can't imagine myself doing all those gravity defying tricks that the younger grrls are up to these days, so I opted for a longboard made for cruising the streets like a surfer. Wish me luck in learning to carve up the asphalt!

Friday, October 14, 2005 

You Asked For It........

As fate would have it, I have a Bird Update for everyone. I don't like this kind of update, though. There was a sad little bird laying on her side on the concrete this morning when I arrived at work. I believe she is a yellow-rumped warbler just like the one I rescued earlier this year. I hate working in a building with a huge facade of clear glass windows. At any rate, she's resting in a cardboard box that I have set aside for such occasions. I'll take her outside in an hour or so to see if she's up for flying.

Update on the Update (1:05 p.m.)

I learned something new today. A bird that has flown into a window should always be taken to a rehabilitator even if she seems okay. Swelling and internal damage can begin as late as two days after the collision. I wish I had known that earlier. So, I've talked LunaDyke into taking the bird to a rehabber at an SPCA 30 minutes away. Wish my little bird luck.

Thursday, October 13, 2005 

Back In The Saddle

Welcome to the long-time-in-coming reincarnation of PiigPen! I kept hoping that the host site for my original blog would uncrash itself, but the site owner has apparently abandoned it without so much as a hint that I would lose everything I had worked on for the past year. John, if you're out there, you can kiss my fat ass.

I haven't had time to work on the template for this new location, so please bear with me as I slowly make it my own. For now, I'll leave you with the lyrics to a James McMurtry song that I heard on public radio a couple of nights ago. Apparently there's a big FCC controversy over the song. You can take a listen over at
James McMurty's website.

We Can't Make It Here

Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore

See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot'
Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore


High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store

Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the damned little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore



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