Tarantula - These spiders have hairy,brown to black bodies, and a leg span that can exceed 4 inches.  Despite their intimidating appearance, they are generally non-aggressive and will avoid confrontation if possible.  north American desert tarantulas do have venom, but the effect on a human is generally equivalent to a bee sting.

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For most of the year tarantulas are solitary creatures that seldom move far from their burrows to hunt lizards, insects and other arthropods.  They are most likely to be seen on summer nights when males are out and about searching for mates.  The mortality rate for mature males is high.  Those who manage to survive the search for a female will most likely be eaten by her soon after mating.  Females, who tend to stick close to the home burrow, may live for 20 years or more.

Så tror man att man ska vakna och vara på bra humör but no, man vaknar och vill fortfarande skjuta folk i huvudet. Problemet är att jag inte har tid att spela Fallout, vilket annars brukar vara en superbra terapimetod. Inte helt säker på hur allmänfarligt det skulle kunna vara dock, hamnar ofta i att gå och dagdrömma om punktsättarn (m82an), men så är det väl med alla spel. Därför undviker jag GTA.

Planen idag:

- Lyssna bort aggressioner med Pendulum
- Käka frukost
- Packa färdigt en kartong
- Släpa fram saker som ska till Robins farsa & mina bröder
- Montera isär bokhyllorna
- Diska och packa ner köksgrejor
- Henna håret om det hinns

Förutom det så får jag besök här i bloggen senare idag igen! Gissa vem!

Dagens låt – Pendulum – Tarantula.

Ps. Elliott var är du?

One man’s mission to track down the spider king in the jungles of French Guinea.
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Got a bit carried away with some magic purchases and trying to master this at the moment. I tend to get better at these things after a few beers so will wait and see if I can ever polish the act as good as the legendary Yigal Mesika:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qdVbgJ40ds

It rained all day today, then warmed up this evening. After taking food out for the possums, I left back door open, with the screen door shut and locked. There is about a 2 inch hole underneath that multiple repairmen haven’t figured out how to plug up.

I was in the office for awhile; when I went back to the living room, I noted that Birdie was crouched behind my recliner. this was odd, and I went over to check it out. And realized she had her nose about an inch from something big and hairy. When my brain worked enough, I realized it was either a spider or a tarantula. I shoved her away, and tried to figure out what to do next. Apparently she had scared it half to death, but the other half was making motions. I ran to the kitchen got a glass, and bend down to try to trap it when out from under the recliner crawled another big black thing. Birdie had come back to watch and immediately snatched the big black thing, this one shiny instead of hairy, and ran off with it like it was her first chance for food all day.
I managed to capture spider/tarantula and ran outside with it and threw it out into the yard, both of us in a panic. When I came back in, Birdie was nowhere in sight, nor was the Mexican “water bug”, a/k/a roach or La Cucaracha…when I was in the military barracks, someone posted a sign on the bulletin board asking everyone to be sure to take “their” water bugs for a walk on a leash as they needed exercise.
I finally found Birdie, no roach, and she seems OK, so I don’t think she got bitten.
Oh yeah, and where, you ask, was Tucker? Reclining on the back of the couch, occasionally raising his head to watch the action, but letting the women do all the work…just like a man! :lol Guess he knew Birdie could take care of it better than he could.

So this :Equadorian purple tarantula” looks pretty close. Maybe it hitched a ride with the coatamundi that was here earlier this summer, but has since disappeared. The roach and the tarantula were about the same size, and the roach was slightly bigger than the one shown here. This was my frist non-zoo tarantula, if that’s what it was, but, certainly not my first water bug.

            “You wouldn’t believe what walked into the kitchen a few days ago.”

             My friends Susan, Ruth, and Caryn lean forward expectantly over their mocha almond fudge sundaes waiting for my answer, their eyes wide, mouths slightly agape which explains in Susan’s case the dark trickle of hot fudge, like a night crawler emerging from its hole, dribbling down her chin.

            We’re sitting around my kitchen table ignoring the drone of CNN from the nearby television.     

            “A wind scorpion.” I announce, “crawling right across the floor here.”  They gasp.

            “Well, you’ll never guess what showed up in our yard,” Caryn counters. “A disgusting snake. Orange and red and brown. I’m sure it was a coral snake.”

            We murmur our horror, aware there are no coral snakes in California, and privately convinced that because it’s Caryn, who refuses to wear her glasses and possesses an unlimited supply of costume jewelry, the “snake” was probably a coral bracelet dropped in her yard.

            “That’s nothing,” Ruth says. “When I was outside watering the plants, I almost brushed up against a black widow spider.”

            I’m conjuring up an even more disgusting insect or snake story when the television suddenly blares an ad about erectile dysfunction. I fume.

            I don’t want to know if Bud can get it on with Sally, if the mood is right or if, after four hours, Bud has to call his doctor because even soaking his erection in liquid fabric softener isn’t working.  The clamor from the television has drummed out of my head a great bug story of how poor Patrick Swayze, staying at Furnace Creek Inn in Death Valley while we vacationed there years ago, was bitten on the behind by a scorpion concealed in his bath towel.

            In disgust I switch channels and there’s bearded Billy Mays, apparently on leave from his grave, thunderously hawking “Jupiter Jack!” a device that turns your car radio into a handsfree phone.

            I pick up the remote, pretending to heave it at the television.

            “Go ahead,” somebody says.

             Instead, I mutely mute the set.

            Every few years or so, commercials reach the point of maximum volume as advertisers figure out how to get around existing regulations of volume. California Congresswoman Anna Eshoo has, in fact, introduced a bill to once again regulate the volume of commercial interruptions.

            The aggravation caused by blaring commercials is exceeded only by deafening movie trailers. It’s bad enough movie trailers are effectively Cliff Notes of each film, showing in a succession of scenes the entire movie plot and denouement.* But the dunnn dunnnn dunnn dunnn of orchestra drums, earsplitting whooshes, slams and explosions punctuating the rapid edits of flickering scenes lead me to question whether I want to see the film at all, or if it’s simpler and cheaper to sit alone in my darkened car at night lighting a series of cherry bombs.  

*denouement- French for “to untie,” meaning that part of a film where all the tied up and gagged characters get untied, which occurs always after the hideous-looking villain has returned with a chainsaw that, when the chain is pulled, doesn’t work, and has motivated him to go looking for WD-40 which allows the heroes to finally realize that if they rub against each others’ ropes, a small fire will start, singeing their bonds as well as stocks, and permitting them, despite being tied up and immobile for three days, to scramble and sauté their way out of the villain’s basement.

             Why do humans get such a kick out of shattering noises disguised as “entertainment,” whether movies, television, ads or music? Compare, if you will, the typical modern-day explosion-packed trailer with the original trailer of, say, Universal’s 1955 science fiction classic film, Tarantula, about a spider given radioactive flu shots and although growing to 100 feet, doesn’t succumb to influenza. Instead of an annoying narrated film clip, Tarantula’s black and white trailer displays startling white headlines: “Bullets Can’t Stop It!” “Dynamite Can’t Kill It!” “Crawling Terror 100 Feet High!” “Exclamation Marks!”

            Granted, the film has multiple explosions, two instances of gun violence, a jet dropping napalm, and a tarantula hissing or growling loudly as it attacks and eats several people, cows and horses. But minus a Dolby Sound System, the blasts of the weapons are tolerable, and Tarantula gnawing bones is concealed by shadows and camera angles. An effective way, in fact, to enhance scenes of the 100 foot spider chewing up a human is to watch and simultaneously crunch on M and M Peanuts.

            I have to admit a special fondness for Tarantula. After viewing  it as a child, I had screaming nightmares for several months that awakened the entire household. This was well-deserved retribution for my parents’ allowing me, at my insistence, to see the film.

            The movie is effective, not due to explosions and jarring sounds, but because Universal used a real tarantula to simulate the sky-high arachnid. Even the film’s town sheriff remarks after his first glimpse, “Jumpin’ Jupiter!” Unfortunately this line dates the film, since no one talks that way any more. Except Billy Mays when he’s alive, hawking the Jupiter Jack. 

            One of the most spectacular parts (literally) of Tarantula occurs when the gigantic arachnid is napalmed by a jet pilot. The movie, incidentally, is also notable because it is the first film with Clint Eastwood, who is listed in the credits as Tarantula’s stand-in.

            At the end of Tarantula, the audience is moved by the horror on the faces of the townspeople silently watching the incinerated spider, all eight 100 foot legs upright and sizzling. We know the stunned townsfolk are thinking one thing: what now?

            In a modern version of Tarantula, this scene would be deleted, and reluctantly I admit, its elimination is for the better. Townspeople who’ve barely missed being appetizers shouldn’t be standing around silently pondering the spider’s charred skeleton. This is not the time for 1950s film quietude and inaction. In the re-made Tarantula, townspeople would leap up to detonate additional explosives and blow the spider’s remains to hell. Then they’d recycle that mother. 

The annual World Cup Clash, promoted by World Promotion UK, gonna take place next year, on the 27th of March in London, England.

Contestants for this Clash will be, in alphabetical order,

JNR Intl (Jah Negus Rule) from the UK,

King Tubbys also from the UK,

Poison Dart reppin’  the US of A,

Red Spider all the way from Japan,

Ricky Trooper outta Jamaica,

Sentinel Sound, holdin’ it down for Germany,

and as last years reigning champ,

Shashamane from Kenya.

Me personally, I don’t like this kind of  7 Sounds inna One Clash Things, because its mostly about the gimmicks like the lastest Hype-Tunes and freakin’ dollarburnin’ Custom Dubplate Showers, so you won’t get to know the real depth of the sounds dub boxes, but anyway, I’ll keep you updated about the rules and flyers and stuff a.s.a.p.

Can’t understand how 2 Sounds from the UK find their way to this line-up, and also Red Spider looks curious to me….last time I heard them was in a World Clash in NYC couple of years ago. Hopefully their MC worked a bit on his english-skillz, cause he was the most terrible MC I’ve ever heared in a clash.

For Shashamane, they’ve to defend their trophy from last year, but come on, most of the time they come to loose. Riddim Clash was a shame.

Sentinel, after the great performance in Elderslie in this years SOUND FI DEAD Clash few weeks ago, are obviously the right pick on the bill and also Poison Dart always bringing their A-Game to the Stage.

As for Trooper, mmh, he’s the serial killer, right?! But I’m kinda loose offa him the last years. To much Screaming, talking bullshit, GSUM and thing along with playing boring and always mess up his selection with set up issues.

Anyway, looking forward.

Imagine the surprise of Norwegian customs official Helge Breilid when he randomly searched the luggage of a young man arriving from Denmark and found a tarantula. The creepy discoveries didn’t stop there. Breilid then began searching the 22-year-old Norwegian and found 10 albino leopard geckos and 14 baby royal pythons.

According to the Associated Press, the creatures were individually housed in small bags that were taped to the legs and chest of the alleged smuggler.

22-Year-Old Norwegian taped Geckos and Pythons to His Body

The unusual apprehension happened Sunday during a routine customs check of passengers who had just arrived via ferry into Kristiansand.

Notice the Redness on this guys chest from removing the duct tape.

“All the reptiles were pretty small and when they roll up they don’t take much space,” customs agent Knut Inge Brandsvoll told the local Faedrelandsvennen newspaper.

Although the animals are not endangered, and even though they are legal for purchase in Denmark, Norwegian law bans the import of reptiles.

– Tony Pierce

Nos dias 13 e 14 de Outubro estivemos no Rails Summit e como de costume, aqui na Bluesoft quem participa de eventos faz uma apresentação aos outros membros da equipe sobre as principais lições aprendidas.

Na apresentação fizemos um resumo das palestras que assistimos e suas principais mensagens, tivemos a presença de nossos amigos da Agiliti, Alberto Portugal e Alexandre Marsicano que nos ajudaram com alguns comentários ao longo da apresentação.

Veja os slides no slideshare:

Veja o vídeo da apresentação em nosso canal do Vimeo:

Como citado no vídeo, você pode assistir à praticamente todas as palestras que aconteceram no Rails Summit 2009 no canal blip.tv do Hugo Borges. Você pode também acompanhar uma série de posts sobre o evento no Blog do André Faria.

Parabéns ao Akita e à Locaweb pela realização de mais uma excelente conferência e que venha o Rails Summit 2010.

As you know, I’m ill. Never one to let an opportunity for sloth pass me by, I used my sore throat and sniffles as a reason to stay in bed this morning and watch Tarantula, which as you may recall from one of my earlier posts is only the greatest movie ever made in the history of film.

In case you need further convincing of this fact, I offer the following as evidence.

1. Tarantula has memorable dialogue, including:

“I knew it would happen–give women the vote and what do you get–lady scientists.”

– Dr. Matt Hastings to Stephanie Clayton, upon learning that she has come to town to do graduate work in biology

“Science is science, but a girl must get her hair done.”

– Stephanie Clayton to her employer, Professor Gerald Deemer

“Freaks of any kind give me the willies.”

– Dr. Matt Hastings

2. Tarantula stars John Agar, a handsome leading man who starred in such classic B movies as Revenge of the Creature, The Mole People, The Brain from Planet Arous, Attack of the Puppet People, Zontar: The Thing from Venus, and Women of the Prehistoric Planet.

That’s him on the left. No, not in the middle. That’s well-known character actor Leo G. Carroll, whose Professor Deemer has been injected with the “super nutrient” that causes the whole mess. (But he makes his own fantastic addition to this list. See #6 below.)

As if this weren’t enough, Agar also happened to be Shirley Temple’s first husband, marrying her when she was just 17. It didn’t last long, due in part to the fact that Agar apparently disliked being referred to as “Mr. Shirley Temple.” Still, as Agar and Temple met when she was 15 (at a tea party at the home of ZaSu Pitts, no less), and as she was reportedly a virgin on her wedding night, when you watch Tarantula it’s entirely possible that you’re looking at the man who took America’s sweetheart for her first ride on the good ship lollipop. If you know what I mean.

Oh, I almost forgot this. Agar had a small part in the 1976 remake of King Kong. When a friend of his bought a run-down dinosaur-themed amusement park in Arkansas, Agar allowed him to change the name to John Agar’s Land of Kong. It was later changed to Dinosaur World, and is now sadly closed. Lots of fun pics of it can be found here.

3. Tarantula co-stars Mara Corday.

Like John Agar, Mara Corday became something of a fixture in B movies. In addition to her fine acting in Tarantula, she graced the screen in The Giant Claw, Undersea Girl, The Black Scorpion, and the girl gang spectacular Girls on the Loose.

Corday was a popular pin-up girl as well, and was Playboy magazine’s centerfold for the October 1958 issue.

4. Tarantula features the first film appearance (uncredited) of Clint Eastwood.

Eastwood plays a fighter pilot who, in the last seconds of the film, attacks the giant spider as it’s about to lay waste to the town of Desert Rock. He has one line: “The rockets didn’t work. Switch to napalm.”

The napalm, by the way, works beautifully.

In an interesting twist, Eastwood would later cast co-star Mara Corday in bit parts in his movies, including The Gauntlet, Sudden Impact, Pink Cadillac, and The Rookie.

5. Tarantula features spectacular special effects.

Like this giant guinea pig.

6. Tarantula inspired a line in the song “Science Fiction/Double Feature” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

“I knew Leo G. Carroll
was over a barrel
when Tarantula took to the hills.”

To recap: snappy dialogue, Shirley Temple’s first husband, a Playboy centerfold, Clint Eastwood dropping napalm, a giant guinea pig, and an inspiration for The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

If these arguments still don’t persuade you to run out and see Tarantula then I don’t know what else I could possibly say to convince you. But I know that you will run out to see it, and that you will thank me for introducing you to this forgotten cinematic gem.

You’re welcome.

Eleanor L.
She’s 32. A British Creative Group Head who just moved into your office. You are 24, the inexperienced Account Executive aka who wants to be the quickly famous-smooth career-shy boy. You’ve noticed her since the first time she entered the office and now she’s more attractive than your favorite music, movies and hangout spots. You have that intimate knowledge about her and her doings like quick quick quick!
Happy hour said evening cocktail. The pub was stuffed with fluffy sofas and Besame Mucho shuffling over and over. You told her you’re going to London in 6 months. Of course you lied. Boss, ain’t it awful the way it (female) makes you look at things as if you were inside of toilet, hiding, ashamed. You don’t smoke but suddenly you lost your tolerance level because her smokes-they don’t feel wrong. Suddenly you wanted to go home and come up the next morning in Esquire’s fashion recommendation.

When we drove back home we saw handicapped person climbing on the fly over. You’re not that drunk to say it was logical, but when you thought about ‘when there’s a way, there’s a will’ seriously, you screamed that out and almost kill both of us because instead of watching the road you kept staring at the seat she just sat on. Then you thanked me that you could drop her off at her flat. Something you’d never say when I’m parked in your brother’s garage, unprotected.

Wake up Allen Camp, you think the patriarch regime doesn’t make no sense. That’s why you’re pretending to have her middle name.
Your brother’s 1992 Chevy Trooper,
Sherlojk the Big Bull

By the way, this is unbelievable. Found this in my mailbox:

A gift from Scotty who lives in Bielefield, Germany (the postman must have seen me weeping, I’m mocked by karma). That’s because I used to stick a post-it note on this Scotty boy’s back, ‘I love cock’, and any ultimate statement he would carry around the whole day.

How to increase your blog traffic.

1. Keep it up to date.
2. Keep it interesting and relevant.
3. Know your target audience keep them informed of changes.
4. Encourage participation.
5. Send out your RSS Feed link for people to subscribe to for regular updates.
6. Add media files, pics, music, and video to bring the site to life.
7. Develop your online persona – who are you and what are you about…be real…be honest but not to forthgiving.
8. Categorize your links and posts.
9. Add tags to help people to find your topics and for those who blog surf using tags.
10. Link to other bloggers – it is a community!
11. Add interactivity – a poll is a good start – asking for someone’s input gives them ownership.  (990 more ideas will follow and likely after 990 more cups of coffee).

Oct. 24, 2009 – While doing our trail watch hours on the trail Saturday we got to see a fair sized ” Brown Tarantula” on the trail.  We watched him for a while and made sure he go off the trail before heading back to the trailhead.  The sighting took place near MM 13 on the River Mountains Loop Trail within Lake Mead National Recreation Area.

Here is a couple of photos:

Tarantula & Trail Watch hat photo by John 102409

Jag älskar Pendulum. Pendulum ger mig hopp when all else is.. nånting som sas i Sagan om Ringen. Pendulum (och allas schyssta kommentarer) makes my day today som fan. Det händer inget annat spännande här så jag bjussar på ett par låtar. Imorgon ska jag leka på stan med Zion och Anna! ♥

Jag har förresten ett tips på tal om ingenting. Det handlar om att ignorera dumma människor. När jag hör dumma saker så ersätter jag bara pratet med “tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…” Till slut blir alltihopa ett enda white noise i bakgrunden, mycket behagligt i förhållande till det man slipper undan. Synd att det inte går att applicera i kommentarsfältet.