I hate ants. I get them every year in my house and there’s pretty much nothing I can do short of burning my house down to make them completely go away. And since they aren’t spiders, I won’t be doing anything rash and dousing the place with gasoline.

Okay, maybe I haven’t tried everything, but I have gone through my fair share of poisons and nothing seems to work 100%. The pisser is, I used to buy this bait that worked better than most, but now I can’t seem to find it anywhere. It doesn’t help that I can’t remember the name of it, because why would I.

I will say that Terro Liquid Ant Baits are the worst. The front of the box says “Kills all common household ants”, and there’s no denying it does that because those little bodies pile up around that liquid poison, but THEY KEEP COMING. I honestly don’t think this is one of those type of baits that kill the queen. So, basically, it’s just delicious food for ants that does nothing but gets more ants coming to your house to…I don’t know…die I guess. It’s a never-ending line of the little fucks heading to their buffet of death. I guess technically it’s doing what it promises, BUT I STILL HAVE ANTS COMING IN MY HOUSE.

What I switched to is Hot Shot Ant Bait, and that works okay I guess. Maybe. I don’t even know. I’m definitely seeing less ants, but I don’t know if it’s because I finally tossed the Terro or if Hot Shot is actually working. (And I say it only works “okay” because they totally bypassed the Hot Shot the other day and made a line right to my trashcan.)

The only thing I can really do is keep the kitchen super clean and wipe down the window sills about every day to preempt any ant trail. (And while I’m thinking about it, cayenne pepper on the counters didn’t do shit either.)

I think next year I’ll try something outside, so if anyone has a recommendation (that’s not Terro), shout it out. I’m willing to try about anything.

Unrelated, here’s a deal on the Matrix Box Set on Blu-ray. Currently it’s just $23.99. Have at it!

(If you don’t see a cool picture of the Matrix box set above, you have a pop-up blocker, so click here to get in on the deal.)

 

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For some reason last night, I got a bug up my ass and decided to hit up the blog, something I clearly haven’t bothered to do in ages. I was a little suprised to see it was down. I don’t know how long it’s been down, but something was definitely amiss. After a few Google searches, I was able to get things up and running relatively painlessly, and the whole process put a thought in my head: Why bother?

I haven’t had an update in literally years, but here I am paying for server space and only glancing at this every so often to, I don’t know, reminisce maybe? It doesn’t matter. The point is I kind of miss keeping this up because when I was doing this regularly, it helped my ideas flow better for the reviews I do over at HorrorTalk, and I’ve been missing that. I need to get back in the swing of writing regularly again.

So here’s what I’m going to try to do; starting tomorrow, I’m going to try to blog once a day for at least a week. Ultimately, I’m going for a month, but let’s see if I can do it for the first week. I have no topic lined up yet, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.

Hell, maybe I’ll just use it for Blu-ray and eBook deals. Who knows.

Lastly, I’ve been digging this band lately. They remind me of the Beastie Boys (who no doubt was an influence). Enjoy:

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A few days ago on my Twitter feed I said I have been having crazy dreams lately and since this blog is all but extinct, I figured I’d try to get back on the horse and post about the dreams I’ve been having.

Well, I had one last night, but I can barely remember what it was about, except that it must have been summer or spring. The reason I know this is because Carbon Leaf’s Raise the Roof was part of the soundtrack to my dream, and that song always reminds me of one of those lazy days you only find in spring or summer.

Kind of a lame update, but there you go. Dance till you fall, love till you die, shut your mouth. Raise the roof:

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IT'S OKAY! I DIDN'T JUMP! (there was glass.)

I worked in our New York office this weekend. It has a nice view.

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Last night I got a bug up my ass to find a card that was given to me years and years ago. Because I’m obviously a woman, I’ve kept a shit-ton of letters and cards from family and girlfriends over the years. Going through the box, I surprised myself on how much shit I kept. I mean we’re talking pen-pal letters that are 25+ years old (I should scan some of those in). As I was going through them, I made a mental note to throw some away. I really don’t need to keep all of them, especially the ones from ex-girlfriends from when I was 17, although they do bring a good laugh on how stupid we are as teenagers.

Anyway, I found a letter from my sister Joy from when she was in the military. I didn’t even remember getting a letter from her (and this was the early ’90s). Shockingly, as I continued to dig through this box, I found numerous letters and cards from her. This was surprising because our family is simply not that way. Not to each other, anyway. I used to write a lot of letters to my (female) friends in college, and when I had moved out of the house (all of this before email, of course), but I don’t ever remember writing my sister. So I called her today and told her what I found.

“I wrote you letters? Why? Are you sure they are from me?”

“Yes I’m sure, Joy. I don’t know anyone else named Joy. Who else would they be from?”

“Maybe I was brainwashed. Oh…wait, were they from basic training?”

“Yeah, I only looked through a couple, but there were definitely some from basic.”

“Oh, okay. It makes sense now. Yeah, the drill sergeants forced us to write to our families so they wouldn’t be worried.”

“Every one is signed ‘♥ Joy’. Otherwise read as ‘Love, Joy’.”

“I don’t know what that was all about.”

Well I went through some tonight and she’s full of shit. While certainly some were from basic, a lot were from when she was in Germany, well after basic. I haven’t gone through them all, but here are some wonderful highlights:

July 4th, 1991 (Letter):

(Talking about someone in her platoon or whatever.)

Well anyway, she was practicing out on the firing range beside me 2 weeks ago and for a period of time she went from crying to laughing and back again. Sometimes she did both at the same time. I was scared to be near her. (She had a loaded weapon.) Anyway she’s like that guy from that movie I can’t remember the name of it…The one where he blows away his drill sergeant and then himself in the latrine. Well put it his way, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did that.

(Later on in the same letter.)

Also tell [mom] not to throw my platoon picture in some corner to get fucked up.

May 4th, 1992 (Letter):

(This is in reply to pictures I sent of her car after I totaled it.)

The pictures of the car had my heart broken, but at least you’re okay. That’s the important thing I suppose.

(Suppose? WTF!)

June 22nd, 1992 (Letter):

(She is referring to her birthday here.)

Oh, by the way, in case you were wondering. As of today, we have 1 month, 2 weeks and 5 days until you know what. Don’t fret little bro. I’ll send a list of gifts and presents which will be acceptable.

August 10th, 1993 (Letter):

Hi. How’s it going? I’m sitting here listening to Ice T. KKK Bitch to be precise. Your mother’s favorite man.

(For those in the know, my mom hated Ice T. HATED. Yeah, he was a passenger on her infamous plane.)

August 12th, 1993 (Letter):

PS – Tell everyone I said thanks for the birthday card and/or phone call I never received on my birthday. Very thoughtful of you all.

PSS – I am 24 now. I will always be older and wiser than you. You will never be able to catch up to me. Even if I’m dead my bones will still be aging. It just goes to prove…You can’t do anything you set your mind to. Hmmmmmmmmm.

September 26th, 1993 (Letter):

Oh here’s something you will be excited to hear. I bought one of those battery operated breast pumps to extract milk for the baby when I go back to work.

(Really, Joy? Really?)

December ’93 (Christmas Card):

As usual, I apologize for getting more presents than yourself. It’s not my fault I was born beautiful and great.

 

There is a lot of good things in these letters, but much of it is inside and is only funny to us. But, damn, I’m glad I kept them.

Oh, and since I know you are reading this Joy, not only did you end all of your letters with ‘♥ Joy’, but many of them had a “Miss you!” preceding that ♥. FYI.

 

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