Corpse Run 174: Literary lameness
This update is coming to you live from Richard's apartment, where Jackie and I spent the day watching football. While the Jets are sadly out of contention, Rich is a big Giants fan so we had to show up for support.
As much fun as it was to watch the Giants pull the upset over the defending Super Bowl Packers, the real highlight of the games came during the Ravens/Texans contest. Towards the end of the second half there was a close up shot of a black bird.
"What's with the crow?" said Rich.
Jackie and I shared a moment of silence.
"You know..." I began, "this is a Ravens game. It's like, a raven."
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh. That makes sense."
Yes Richard, yes it does.
The games were followed up by a few hours of Wii Sports Resort, which we are actually still in the middle of playing at the time of this writing.
MOUSEWATCH: So, last time I mentioned that while we were pretty sure there was a mouse in our apartment, once we set traps it seemed that the mice all but disappeared. Well, two nights ago I woke to the sound bags rustling . I sighed, grabbed my flashlight, and immediately began scanning the room.
On top of a pile of paper bags stood the mouse, who looked me up and down, and then darted off out of sight. I tried to go back to sleep.
Rustle rustle rustle
Once again I grab the light and search for the source of the noise. This time, however, the mouse was nowhere to be seen. I went under my desk in order to shine the light behind my dresser.
Only now, he didn't run away. Since the dresser offered the mouse complete protection from my prying hands, he felt perfectly safe and stood his ground. Not to be outsmarted by a rodent, I took some extra coaxial cable and snaked it behind the dresser, scaring it off. I left the other end of the cable in my bed, allowing me to scare off the mouse in the future without having to get up.
From here on out, the mouse will be referred to as Cheddar.
I'm going to get you, Cheddar. So... watch out.