tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post6909369877911901341..comments2024-01-17T15:05:50.120-06:00Comments on AngryBlackBitch: Pondering listening impairments...Shark-Fuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323962708956637012noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-33056481378583785942007-06-01T15:35:00.000-05:002007-06-01T15:35:00.000-05:00this is a great post. your dad . . . a funny man....this is a great post. your dad . . . a funny man.<BR/><BR/>I use an active listening exercise I learned at a crisis line training (where not listening might get someone killed): break in pairs, have each person talk about themselves (or a topic if you prefer) for 5 minutes. After the exercise, tell them that they have to repeat as much of what they were told as they can remember. When everyone starts to protest and make excuses, explain exactly what you have outlined here in your blog. Do it again with the same group periodically to hone the skill. (each time remembering to validate the human expectation of not planning one's own comments and crafting one's own identity over listening while stressing the human dignity involved in actually listening).<BR/><BR/>PS. thanks for proving me wrong on the listening thing with the rodents. faith in humanity restored. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-4754531915258227192007-05-31T19:45:00.000-05:002007-05-31T19:45:00.000-05:00Mice are adorable but they will get into seemingly...Mice are adorable but they will get into seemingly airtight places and eat everything. You don't want to wake up to find mice in your cereal. Seriously.<BR/><BR/>I've heard that leaving around cotton balls soaked in peppermint essential oil repels them. Failing that, maybe the sorta-beagles would like a terrier or a minpin for company. The mice will flee in terror.<BR/><BR/>My mother once shot a mouse dead with a beebee gun, but I wouldn't recommend that method.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-23675055704176375022007-05-31T12:42:00.000-05:002007-05-31T12:42:00.000-05:00If the sorta-beagles don't want a cat, they don't ...If the sorta-beagles don't want a cat, they don't want a cat. I once had mice that liked to lick food off of the dishes in the dish washer. We found ourselves knocking on the door before we opened it because once I didn't and the mouse flew across the room and went splat on the kitchen wall and fell onto the stove and it was just too much.Maya's Grannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12183715043200608144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-47774481282015382522007-05-31T08:24:00.000-05:002007-05-31T08:24:00.000-05:00While it's entirely true that people don't really ...While it's entirely true that people don't really listen to one another, I do think "how are you" is a special case. It's become sort of a ritualized greeting in American culture rather than a real inquiry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-44498517169951879072007-05-30T19:13:00.000-05:002007-05-30T19:13:00.000-05:00I've been lurking for a while. Viva le pastries! A...I've been lurking for a while. Viva le pastries! Anyhow, I understand about the dogs being anti-cat.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of which, before my cat had found all the mice, I came up with all sorts of ideas. At one point, I locked my cat out of the area where the mice were, and put out a bowl of leftover Arbor Mist after hearing that mice can get drunk. I'm a college student, what can I say?<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, the only thing that gets rid of the mice in my apartment is the cat (though he doesn't kill them). In fact, I am amazed at how inefficient traps are. I swear there was ghostly little mouse lughter at my attempts. Though Shadow sure did put the fear of God in them....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-37944864977015159482007-05-30T14:49:00.000-05:002007-05-30T14:49:00.000-05:00Make mine an apple fritter!!Make mine an apple fritter!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755833.post-83523735691983401282007-05-30T13:33:00.000-05:002007-05-30T13:33:00.000-05:00You are sooo lucky the Krispy-Kreme is nowhere nea...You are sooo lucky the Krispy-Kreme is nowhere near my house, or I would be surgically removing my new poundage brought on by this post just to staple it to you.<BR/> <BR/>Meeces (no not Ed, he's dead) can come in the teeniest of holes. Ours liked to run in the space between the first floor joists and the basement dropped ceiling, and had no compunction about coming down out of the breaker box and watching us work on the computer. Traps of all sort failed, but one died of starvation when he couldn't get out of the paint-storage area under the basement stairs, and the other had the misfortune to be resting on the raised garage door when someone lowered it. His front half was squeezed between the joints and his back half was sticking out of the middle of the garage door. Looked like one of those stuffed Garfield back-ends you can buy to hang out of your car trunk, or a cartoon animal that has been caught in the wringer of an old-fashioned washing machine.Camera Obscurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366304095952901048noreply@blogger.com