Napping

Contrary to popular belief, napping can be a very competitive contact sport.

“Spring Time at the Homestead”, or “Why the Swiss Live In The Mountains Where There Is Always Snow So They Don’t Have To Deal With This Crap.”

Ignore the fresh snow on the ground, spring has come to Hood River. I know. I recognize the signs.

First, there is the mud. Are you aware that an average adult St. Bernard can drag ¾ of a cup of mud in with him after a romp in the vegetation-free back yard? Are you aware that the average adult St. Bernard goes out for romps in the vegetation-free backyard four times a day? Are you aware that, by using an obscure mathematical theorem, you can extrapolate the fact that two Saints are fully capable of dragging in 6 cups of mud per day during the rainy season we affectionately call “spring”? Are you aware of the indisputable fact that the average Saint Bernard owner is so sick of cleaning paws and floors and bedding that he is about ready to go totally mad and be institutionalized at one of those fancy state funny farms?

I can vouch for the data.

Then there is the fur. Where do I start? The fur: we don’t have dust bunnies. Nothing that small. Take the dust, added to the dried mud, multiplied by the gusting fur and you end up with dust Poodles. Standard Poodles, thank you.

Saints always shed – don’t believe anything different. Those books that claim they only shed one time a year are bullcrap. But admittedly, at the first hint of spring, they drop fur like there is no tomorrow. You sweep the floor when you go to bed, and you wake up to waist deep drifts of fur. You plan meals dependent on what tastes good under Saint fur. You think that state institution sounds good.

But, I love ‘em!

Oh

And if you believe in the power of thought or prayer, how about a good one for the people of the Red River Valley.

I wish I could get to Fargo in time to help. Hell, I'd be happy if I just thought I could help if I got there. But I'd only get in the way. Just one more geezer to rescue.

Earth Hour 2009

Okay, I’m not the hippest person in the world, but I was surprised that I had never heard of Earth Hour before. Earth Hour stared 2 years ago in Australia. In 2008, it spread like wildfire. And this year they are planning something bigger. They are hoping for 1 billion participants.

And it is really quite simple. Turn off your lights for one hour, starting at 8:30PM on Saturday, March 28, 2009 (local time). Their website (http://www.earthhour.org/home/) calls it a vote for the planet. It also says that if you don’t turn off your lights, you’re voting for global warming. Okay, that seems a tad harsh to me. Was my name on some list distributed last year as voting for global warming?

I do plan to partake in Earth Hour this year. Even I can go for one hour without lights. Max might have some trouble, but he’ll cope, loudly. And I’ll come up with some story for Richard.

But I would like to propose taking it a step further. Spend one hour a week using no electricity.

Sit down folks, there is no need to panic. I understand you have some issues. Many issues.

I understand. You feel the need to keep the VCR powered up, or you will never figure out how to set the time again. I say just give it up. Just ignore the time on your VCR. Trust me, after a few years you get used to it blinking “12:00AM”. But I know some of you are too anal for that.

So start simple. Pick an hour a week when you don’t need electricity and make sure everything easily and harmlessly turned off is turned off. It’s spring! Go outside for one flipping hour! Don’t unplug anything. You may forget to plug the refrigerator back in. That would be bad. Just make sure that everything that should be turned off, is turned off.

You might enjoy it!

The Season is Over.

Okay, it is true. The Jackrabbits lost to Baylor.

It is probably hard for the women who gave it all, to come so close, but still short.

But I think it is pretty amazing what they accomplished this year. And hopefully next year they will be back with a new version and just as much (or more) success!

PubQuiz’s “Quiz Against the Quizmasters.”

We came, we saw, we conquered.

Well, maybe not conquered, but we didn’t embarrass ourselves. Too much. At least not that I remember. And a hip-hip-hurray for our designated driver, Ryan.

Okay, we finished in the top half, but the second quarter. But we had fun, or at least I did.

Rabbits roll!

SDSU 90, TCU 55.

The score pretty much says it all.