I bet this would work:

Radar controlled robo-falcon keeps birds away


"A fake falcon and a radar-activated cannon work better at keeping birds away from oilsands waste than the current system, according to research from the University of Alberta."

I think the Governator should jump on this bandwagon. Any press is good press in an election year. Which reminds me, why haven't I gotten my personal phone call from him urging me to vote? Now that I have Vonage I'll be able to post a copy of the message. It's pretty frightening. Maybe that would scare the pigeons, haha.

Oh yeah, I found the above link when I wondered if there might be an alternative to the classic fake owl pest deterrent. A fake owl would be pretty funny, which I like, but a fake falcon would be cool and different. Which is probably why they don't seem to be readily available.

p.s. - I dreamt I was there for the Halloween party and realized I still had to make rice krispee treats and pumpkin cheesecake tartlets. But I didn't have any of the ingredients and I was afraid if I left to buy what I needed to make them I would miss the party. That's the story of my life right there.

I only seem to have time to post telepathically these days. I hope you all enjoyed my latest 10, haha. Ok, here's a brief recap.

Stevil [inlink]twisted,425[/inlink] and I have gone to a few shows together. Somehow, they've all not worked out for one or the other of us. We're like star-crossed music lovers. I don't know what the deal is. Luckily all the shows were free, but still - I don't have time for this.

I had originally invited Mr. Coffee [inlink]twisted,433[/inlink] to see my friend Paul play the Red Vic last night. That also turned out to be a mistake. I did it on impulse - since I had declined his last two invites (the latest one being to a new 80s bar opening with free beer sponsored by The Onion). I figured it was my turn to go out on a limb and be accepted or rejected to keep things even. I was accepted, but in the most disturbing way ever. I think I've already alluded to having some reservations about him. I hate to judge someone (within reason) before I've met them. But he has this habit of making up cutesy (your opinion may vary) terms for things, which could be very annoying. Or maybe cute. But I doubt it.

Anyway, it was tolerable in writing, and untested in person so far. Then I got his email response to my invitation (below):

dang it! 80's is my favorite decade, and free is my favorite price! oh well.

My friend Paul Manousos is playing the Red Vic Friday. Wanna go?

L

His response is so over the top, it's not even funny:

well, hey dare and howdee!

i hope this email finds you in fine fikkle and amongst good spirits.

"yes, please", as my new orleans friend used to say (about just about everything, but that's nawlins for you)....

but more specific cali: "yes please", to a red victorola lisa's friend concert. how ami gonna know which ones chew? i guess it doesn't really matter. we can all just get along.

hey which 80's are your fave deck? 1980's? 1880's? 2080's? (wise guy, me)

That pretty much rendered me speechless. Long enough for him to renege (thank God!):

guess what. we have to go on not meeting like this. here's why: Dug Hlsinger and Bruce Ducheneau are playin' at SF's lovely eagle tavern fri nite:

www.sfeagle.com

with all due respect to yer pal, (and i checked his website and i like the music) when hilsinger plays, i simply have to go get my ears baked.

rats, i was looking forward to meeting you, and i continue to look forward to it, i'll just have to look forwarder.

Anyway, why does this have to be so hard? Now that I live in SF, I think I just have to get out there more. Meeting online is for the birds.

Although maybe once a year.

A few quick notes --

(e:Libertad) : You could get free wireless internet if you moved to SF. Although the cost of a few other things might go up. I would totally be into splitting the cost of internet service. Although, it would already be free, so that doesn't get you much. ;-)

I can't even try to keep up with what's going on. I had a pigeon control guy out here today. Pigeon control! It's like mind control, only with pigeons. Don't let me go there...

I went on this long rant (in my mind) about work last night. Luckily, I was no where near a keyboard, so you don't have to hear it. Yet.

(e:Paul) - who do I have to convince to have you all go to Burning Man with me next year?

My framed Matisse print fell off the picture rail and broke into a million pieces. This is one of the two prints Mark and I bought in Paris. When we split up I got this one and he got the other one. Maybe he's ready to trade now, haha.

Ever find yourself blogging in your head, but never quite committing it to pixels? That's been happening to me a lot lately. Maybe it's a sign that real life is taking precedence. But somehow it doesn't feel real.

Mr. Coffee did, in fact, ask me on a date. To power to the peaceful. (Un)fortunately(?) I had a prior commitment, so I couldn't make it. He also told me about a dream he had, and asked me what I dream about. Well, it's funny how you don't remember your dreams unless someone asks. It's been interesting remembering mine. I think now I don't want to meet him after all. It's almost certain we won't hit it off (I have reasons for believing that), but I look forward to getting his emails and composing mine to him. Is that so wrong?

Re: 9/11. I probably should have just stayed in today. It hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized the date this morning. I still remember when Brenda called me to turn on the TV. I couldn't believe it. It was so weird being so physically "removed" from NYC, even though it's firmly established in my frame of reference. A frame of reference that now has a huge hole in it.

Re: Battle of the sexes. You know what? Everybody is entitled to live their life the way they want to. Which may not be the way you want them to. So for fuck's sake, get over it!

That's all for tonight. Maybe I'll back-post more later. ;-)