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After breakfast, I spent the whole morning cleaning up mouse droppings and eradicating a whole mess of ant scouts making a move into the house - and  into my clothes! The mouse has been taken care of already, but I didn't realized it had been exploring the whole house! There was shit everywhere! So that all had to be cleaned up.. Then I sprayed some toxic floral smelling crap around to take care of the ants and we have been bug free all afternoon. More or less. I was so pissed off about the mouse shit, the ants, and that I was left to do the whole job by myself that I got the whole job done all by myself. What a way to use one's moody nature to accomplish things! Go Dark Side!

Como preparar nopalitos- Número uno:  I AM NOT ZOMBIE  MICHAEL JACKSON. Numero dos: Place cut  pieces of nopal  in a pot of boiling, salted water. Cook for 15 to 20 minutes without a lid. When cooked, pour off the water and rinse with cold water. 

Summer has brought a carnival and three circuses- circi to Rosarito. It has also brought in a time of near complete mental vacation mode for My Human and myself. After making a social appearance at the  art|baja tijuana  -Casa GS, and being crammed in with a swarm of SoCal art people (the beautiful people), becoming a lurker around  comicon    has risen to high priority on our  get stuff done  list. Lurking, as you should know, does not in any way mean entering into that zoo with an i.d. badge (ear-tag for the herd) so please do not ask me to obtain autographs or ask which new movie trailers we saw- or what the latest themed outfit for your dogs are this season. They seem to have enough zombie-like followers to keep this ziggurat afloat. Go ask one of them. What? Too many mixed metaphors and pop/historical references? Deal with it. I am not giving money to that monstrous corporate fest- ahem, why would PETCO have a booth at a COMIC CONVENTION? Off on an amusing side note (becau

I HATE The  Walking Dead Yo (este flaca  blanca gringa) vi la pelicula Guerra Mundial Z en Tijuana con mi familia Mexicana.. erm- There were a couple of rowdy groups of youngsters in the theater and I thought this was going to be a totally disastrous waste of my life. Fortunately for my positive karmic levels, the movie was sufficiently captivating enough to silence the foolish movie goers, who perhaps were too ready for a straight up horror movie; ready to scream and squeal at all the appropriate fright queues. What I saw in World War Z , en da Englishez, was a compilation of notes taken from a list of other movies the  filmmakers  must have enjoyed: I saw the epic scale from LOTR ; the family unity dynamic from Signs (child with asthma anyone?); a certain kind of sensitivity from the recent disaster film The Impossible (I implore: go see this one- bring tissues. It brings the blubbering out of everybody.); the goofy espionage tactics of Argo ; unexpected character