May 23, 2004
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May 22, 2004
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May 21, 2004
Be back later, someone has unwrapped some cheese and that odor has done assailed my nostrils. I am going to go have to stake myself out a good position to see if I can find a way to swipe a scrap or two of such.
By the way, Deb, I think mice that crap in silverware drawers are unexcusable.
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May 19, 2004
Yep, just like Chinese, there are billions of us mice and when one falls, there is usually another one waiting and ready to step forward and take his place. And, unlike my predecessor, I am not going to take things lightly. I am going to kick some butt and take some names. Toy with me, Miss Kitty, and you might come back with a stump. I carry a machete. You can find me in this little hole over here, the one that is dark because there is no lighting. What's up with that?
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I am sure he made a tasty meal for one of my bird compatriots. Of course, I deplore eating meat of any kind.
We are all going to miss Mr Mouse. Miss Kitty seems to be the most despondent. That surprises me, as I thought she detested him. Even with my genius brain, I can't read minds, it seems.
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May 17, 2004
Three mice are sitting in a bar. The first mouse takes a swig of his beer and says, "I am a bad-ass mouse; I'm so tough that in my neighborhood we have these big mouse traps. I walk up to them, grab the cheese, catch the bar and press it up and down with one arm while I eat the cheese. I'm a bad-ass mouse."I found the joke here but replaced a few of the really vulgar words used in the original version. Mostly, other than the joke, the linked site contains a lot of comment SPAM messages.The second mouse takes a couple swigs of his beer and says, "That's nothin'. In my neighborhood, we have that rat poison stuff, and I grab it, eat it, throw it in my water, and gargle it. It ain't nothin. I am a bad-ass mouse."
The third mouse slams his beer, gets up and starts walking away. The other two look at him and say, "Where are you going?" The third mouse looks at the other two and says, "I'm going home to have rough sex with the cat."
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10:50 PM
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10:03 PM
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Sekimori initially mentioned this product and I pounced on it.
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Don't tell Bill Bulldog I said so, but even I think puppies are cute, but only when they are sleeping, mind you.
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Miss Kitty was in a real snit as she is sure she missed the Carnival of Cats and Bill Bulldog was wondering how the Carnival of Dogs went, and, of course, Bird Brain was thinking that maybe he ought to start the Carnival of Genius Parrots or something. As for me, I just was wondering where all the cheese was. Anyway, it does look like everything in Utter, Confusion is back to normal, whatever that is, and maybe I can find something interesting to write down here for everyone to enjoy. I shall be skittering around the blogosphere today, if possible.
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May 14, 2004
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Then again, I might need to get Bird Brain to translate this into something I can understand:
Sex-limited protein (Slp), an isoform of mouse complement component C4, is expressed predominantly in liver and nearly exclusively in sexually mature males or testosterone-treated females. It is encoded by a gene (C4-Slp) whose hormonal dependence has been attributed to an androgen-responsive transcriptional enhancer introduced accidentally, alongside the C4-Slp promoter, in the guise of the 5' long terminal repeat of an ancient retrovirus. We demonstrate that the pronounced rise of C4-Slp mRNA promoted by androgens in the liver is due to nuclear factors acting at a transcriptional stage. Curiously, hypophysectomized animals of either sex fail to express the gene and are refractory to testosterone. However, gene expression at male levels is restored even more promptly by injections of growth hormone alone. Additionally, animals carrying an ubiquitously expressed human growth hormone transgene lack C4-Slp mRNA and are insensitive to testosterone treatment. That growth hormone is sufficient to induce expression in a manner independent of androgen-receptor activity is shown by the hormonal treatment of Tfm mice. These androgen receptor-defective animals lack C4-Slp mRNA, which however can be fully induced by growth hormone injections. We conclude that the sexual dimorphism of C4-Slp expression employs liver nuclear mediators distinct from those directly instructed by androgens and is brought about by the intermittent rise of growth hormone, dictated by testosterone.I don't know if they wasted their time on this or not, but I found it here.
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Do dogs embody the maxim "ignorance is bliss" or what?I mean, I know that we dogs are able to display composure under most circumstances, but we are not ignorant, nor is our existence blissful. I mean, you have no idea how stressful it is just wondering on a daily basis if your butt smells good enough to wander the neighborhood. That does not even take into account all the trauma one goes through when one forgets where one buried that bone one was saving for a sunny day. I could go on and on, but now I am beginning to get a headache.
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May 13, 2004
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A young man called his mother and announced excitedly that he had just met the woman of his dreams. Now what should he do?It is obvious that she was not "the woman of his dreams," so the date was successful in that the young man was able to discover that she was not what he dreamed she was on the first date. People are so ignorant. They often cannot see that which is placed right before their eyes. They appear to be so sex crazed that they likely just refuse to see the truth. Was she the woman of his dreams because he found her to be physically attractive? Thankfully, this was but a joke, but the jokester missed the point of the situation. I did not do so.His mother had an idea: "Why don't you send her flowers, and on the card invite her to your place for a home-cooked meal?"
He thought this was a great strategy and arranged a date for a week later. His mother called the day after the big date to see how things had gone.
"The evening was a disaster," he moaned.
"Why, didn't she come over?" asked his mother.
"Oh, she came over, but she refused to cook..."
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A woman rescued what was described as a "funky-looking house cat" after the animal was hit by a car near Santa Cruz, California.What was it?
The rescuer admitted she thought the cat "looked kinda strange."
It turns out the ten-pound cat was no ordinary house cat. It was a bobcat -- with sharp claws and long fangs.But of course, like most fools, the lady was lucky.
But after the woman put the dazed cat in her car and brought it to an animal hospital, an animal rescue worker told her it was a good thing the injured kitty was too stunned to move.Yep, otherwise cat-scratch fever might have been the least of her problems. Bobcats are not really keen on car trips, and really hate being taken to the vet. Come to think of it, I don't really like taking car trips to see the vet either. I do guess all is well that ends well.
The bobcat has no broken bones, and has about a 50 percent chance of survival.You can click here to read the parts that I did not quote.
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May 11, 2004
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