Road Kill

I saw a lot of road kill this weekend. Little creatures tempt fate every time they try to cross a highway. One would think that the smaller highways would have less road kill. When you examine the idea further, you find that the more rural highways appear to have more road kill—even if the road’s car traffic is thinner.

Good ‘ol Pepe Le Pew (from Looney Toons) popped into my head every time I caught a glimpse (*or whiff*) of a smashed skunk. Morbid, huh? For some reason I thought about the cartoon skunk and smiled whenever my car passed stinky road kill.

Love sick Pepe Le Pew was always chasing after the female black cat. She would sprint away from Pepe like her tail was on fire. Pepe would bounce after her, lost in Cupid’s haze.

Louvre Come Back to Me

Murky and Lurky Barbeque Mess

We made barbeque chicken recently. It was delicious. Mmm, what a yummy condiment barbeque sauce is. The trouble is that barbeque sauce is hard to clean off.

Since my beau and I lack cleaning initiative, the pan used to bake the barbeque chicken in sat on top of the stove for several days post-meal. The rich, shiny barbeque sauce left in the pan started to look crunchy and muted. Yet, the pan continued to sit on top of the stone, screaming for a bubbly soak.

After days of passing by the dirty pan, I decided to fill the pan with soapy water this morning. When I came home from work today, the water in the pan was no longer clear and bubbly; the water was brown and murky.

Murky. Lurky. Murky and Lurky! The dingy pan-water got me thinking about the fictitious characters named Murky and Lurky. This glum duo causes trouble for Rainbow Brite and the Color Kids in the TV show Rainbow Brite.

Check out the following link to See and Read a tale about Murky and Lurky. I never had a See and Read Rainbow Brite story, but I did have a story book with an accompanying audio cassette. Killer!

Oddly enough, the color of the pan-water looks like Lurky (the brown monster). Ewww. Barbeque sauce is starting to sound less appealing with each Lurky, dingy comment.

Goalkeeper With a Temper

When a soccer ref makes a bad call, it is not uncommon for players to get frustrated. When an opposing team member fouls a player on your own team, it is only natural to react.

My coed soccer team had a game last night. The wind was blowing and the lights were bright. Not exactly a night to remember…until the second half of the game, that is. My team was down 2-0 at the beginning of the second half. Not long into the half, we managed to score. Goaaaaaal! The outcome of the game was no longer certain. The opposing team’s keeper was having none of that. Let’s call this keeper Jack.

Jack was one of those arrogant, obnoxious jerks who thinks his own feces is worth more than gold. You know the guy. Every one has met that guy.

Well, Jack was not a good sport. He was a smart ass with a loud mouth that he let run wild. When the ball came to him, he strutted forward at a sloth-like, time-wasting pace. When Jack commented on one of the ref’s calls, Jack declared that he knew better than the ref—Jack bragged that he knew better because he was a level six ref. Ooooh, way to go Jack, but you are still a giant jerk.

In the last few minutes of the second half, my team was awarded a penalty kick. Jack knocked back the shot, but a member of my team scored off of his rebound. Aces! Well, the ref made a poor call at that point, which discounted the goal. Then, the ref took back the call, declaring the goal valid. Jack was pissed. Jack threw a tantrum. His face burst into flames and his mouth spewed out rank word vomit. It was quite a scene. The ref sent Jack off the field and Jack responded childishly with a threat to complain to the soccer league’s organizer.

Oh Jack, what a spoiled brat. Did no one ever teach you about good sportsmanship? Strike that. Are your parents aware that you claim to be an adult even though you act like a whiny brat stuck in his terrible twos?

Jack’s cartoon-like behavior reminds me of the Disney character Donald Duck. Donald has an infamous temper. When things do not go his way, Donald gets all red in the face and lashes out with violent actions. Here is a classic short in which Donald tries to learn to control his temper: Cured Duck.

I tell ya, Jack’s tantrum would have been much more amusing if he had been dressed more like Donald. Maybe Jack can learn to control his temper if he is forced to wear nothing but Donald’s blue shirt during a tantrum… =P