Next in the "bugs I find interesting" series. . .

. . . we have this guy. He was very agreeable as far as being photographed, so I think he was asleep. It must be tiring to be FREAKING HUGE.

My dog is Interwebs.

Because Sadie is cooler than a normal dog, she is of course an avid user of the Internet. After hours of research, Sadie has decided to no longer order grits when she travels North, or to explain what they are. Instead, she will merely burn down whatever restaurant doesn't have them. *

*Note: This is the very definition of an inside joke, unless you too have seen the regional Quaker Instant Grits commercial from 1974. Trust me, it's funny.

He's still out there. . .

Well, not really. Lisa and I helped Wake County Animal Control capture him last night. If anyone ever tells you chickens are slow, you may punch that person directly in the skull for lying to you.

The birds are after me again.

They've been playing it cool for a couple of months now, but the birds have now sent a specialist. He appeared around the house yesterday morning while my wife was walking the dogs, which of course caused them to go insane.

This picture was taken from my front door. Had I delayed two seconds, he would have walked right in the door and started doing rooster-y stuff inside the house, dogs be damned. This guy was pretty agressive, actually.

Now, the funny thing is, we live nowhere near a farm. We live right next to the freeway, actually. So there's no reason why this guy should have been wandering around my neighborhood last night except that the birds have sent him to kill me. Thankfully, he didn't pose a major threat, as he's. . . y'know. . . a chicken.

Just a side note -- Edie and Sadie really, really want to eat him.

He was friendly.

Perhaps I should just rename this blog "Bugs I Find Interesting." Whatever. I'm a 30-year-old geek. I find everything at least somewhat interesting.

Well, except for celebrity gossip. I couldn't manufacture concern about what Paris did today, even if you held me at gunpoint.

Besides, this strange dragonfly-ish thing was almost posing (or so I thought -- when I looked closer at the image, he was just stuck on his back. But he was moving, I swear).

Just so my blog isn't entirely about dogs and insects, I would like to recommend that everyone out there listen to more Rammstein -- especially Reise, Reise and Rosenrot, which have really grown on me lately.

Also, I'd like to report that I am, so far, rather disappointed with "Fringe," the new J.J. Abrams show. Somehow, I expected something more original, not Generic Cute FBI Agent + Mad Scientist + Snarky Sidekick Guy = Tons of Predictable Dialogue ("Now. . . we wait!"). The second episode is tonight, so I'll give it another shot, and undoubtedly report back. . . because I take TV way, way too seriously.

Innocence incarnate.

At least, that's what they want you to believe.

Jeff Goldblum, no!

Yeah, I haven't blogged in a while. I do that, sometimes. But, in other news, huge fly!

This guy was all sorts of disgustingly ginormous. That strip of metal under him? That's seven inches wide. I'm pretty sure this fly could talk, but I wasn't going to get close enough to find out. He might have had a shotgun hidden somewhere on him.

Fly in super-blowed-up-disgusto-vision: