Death Of The Great Pretender

    Hey, everyone. This is a track of a raccoon. I found it under water at the creek behind my house. Notice their long and nimble fingers? I had a silly post a while back about a raccoon playing a guitar. Those fingers make you wonder if they could be taught many things. Notice the thumb. By the way, some deep prints will still be discernible after several days with water flowing over them.
     Today at work I saw something rather cool. I walked outside to get something out of my car. There was a mockingbird sitting on a power line. I saw a flash of color and the mockingbird sort of exploded in a barrage of feathers as a hawk hit him. A hawk gets such impetus because he folds his wings and dives like a maniac. There is no fight and there is no battle and there is no mercy. The hawk just comes from such a great height that he is an irresistible force.
    The odd thing about this was not the unfortunate demise of the mockingbird, however. A few months ago I did a post here on the blog about a mockingbird that was having some fun with a squirrel. The mockingbird was hidden in a leafy tree and he was watching this family of squirrels. He would imitate the screech of a hawk and the squirrels would just go ape. They are deathly afraid of hawks and for good reason. The squirrels 'fuss' when they get upset, chattering and doing this odd sound that sounds kind of like they are trying to clear their throat. Anyway, the squirrels would quiet down and the mockingbird would cry out like a hawk again. He was driving the squirrels nuts, no pun intended. The squirrels deserve to be messed with because they are not nice people. One day there were about 8 squirrels playing in the yard and a shadow passed over them as a hawk floated by, high overhead. It was hilarious the way those squirrels disappeared.
       My thought today at work was that the mockingbird could have been imitating a hawk, and a hawk heard him and decided to punch his ticket. That would be cool to document, don't you think?
    On an unrelated topic, let me tell you about a video I saw on AOL.com today. There is a pod (a group) of killer whales off the coast of California who have devised a plan to kill sharks. It seems that one of them will zoom in on a Great White Shark from the side and smash into it. While the shark is stunned the killer whale takes the shark in its mouth and turns him upside down so that the shark suffocates. Then the killer whale and his good buddies eat the shark. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, I suppose.
    Hey, do you think that Apple named their music device after a group of whales?

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Shadowgun: Crushing The Driller On Level 4

Hey, everyone. Let's talk about the game called Shadowgun, the I-Pad game with which I have a love-hate relationship. Most of you who made it past the evil Cyber Lobster are doubtless locked in a death struggle with the Driller at the end of level 4. At this point you have been in the cave for a long time. The Driller breaks through the rock wall and chases you through the tunnel as you try to shoot out the green lights which slows the Driller down. If you are slick enough to shoot out all the lights and emerge from the cave, a rolling door crashes on the Driller and crushes his aggravating carcass. I have tried and failed to beat the Driller at least 250 times. I hate the Driller to the heights and depths my soul can reach. I hate it like a plague. I hate it with intensity of feeling. I hate it like a rich man hates taxes. Excuse me, I got carried away. We had a big dinner here at the green retreat and my friend Trevor was ...

Faerie In a Glass Jar

Hey, everyone. Sometimes gaming can be high-pressure. Take tonight, for instance. I was playing the excellent puzzle game titled 4 Elements #2. I have already done a review of it so I won't attempt to do so again. You have to match symbols and use 'power-ups' to get molten lava to flow around a board and bring life back to a faerie world. Cool. That's what I do. I'm into it. There are also a variety of mini-puzzles such as hidden objects and even putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Hey, when I get in trouble I call Carley. Anyway, tonight, Carley wasn't around when a crisis struck. I was confronted with a faerie in a glass jar. She was crying for help. She said that she was running out of air. Every minute or two she would rattle the jar. In order to free her, I had to find all these objects and use them. Like there were some missing books. Then there was the pieces of a torch. When I found them I could light all the candles. I found the pieces of ...

Book Review: Box

Hey, everyone. I just finished the latest novel by John Locke. It is titled Box . It is the story of a world renowned surgeon named, coincidentally, Gideon Box. Dr. Box is brilliant in his chosen field of endeavor but less skilled in anything that involves social interaction. He can't get along with people and is so bad at relationships that his flings at 'romance' normally involve strippers, lap dances and on-line dating services. After a grueling operation, Box goes on a bender that involves going to visit three women in rural Kentucky that he 'met' on line. I would like to say that these women run the gamut between harmless and dangerous but that would be a misrepresentation. They are all dangerous. One of them has lied about all her particulars. Worse than that, she has pet seahorses and makes a particular powder that can be used as a weapon. The powder contains ground glass, among other things. Without giving ...

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