I know I promised something Moxy Fruvous related in my last post, but two things prevented me from doing so: John Cusack and a turtle. I'll get Cusack out of the way first and then I'll tell you about the turtle.
Today is (or was, depending on when you're reading this) John Cusack's 40th birthday. I happen to be quite the Cusack booster. In fact, my appreciation for the works of John Cusack once bordered on obsession, but I'm better now, he doesn't need any more stalkers. So, I was all set to sit down and write a post about the various Cusack flicks you should run out and watch (like Better Off Dead..., One Crazy Summer, Say Anything..., Grosse Pointe Blank, and High Fidelity to name but a few) when I heard my Dad yell out, "you wanna see a turtle?"
As it turned out, this turtle had somehow found its way to the parking lot of what was once the gas station across the street from where I live. I approached the turtle cautiously, took several pictures and made at least one Crocodile Hunter joke. I wasn't really sure what to do with said turtle. Should I let nature take its course or should I intervene? Such a philosophical quandry for someone in a gas station parking lot. In the end, it was decided that this was no place for a turtle. So with the help of my friend Adam and some neighbors, we took the turtle down the road to Stanford Lake and set it free. The turtle must have appreciated the change of scenery because it immediately shuffled its way into the lake and swam away.
So, barring any more celebrity birthdays or errant wildlife, my next post will be about Moxy Fruvous in some way, shape or form.
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aweswome, although I hear touching turtles can poison you with salmonella or sumpin. But way to help out the turtle(the handsome devil)makes you wonder though what the hell was he doin there?
That is a true story of heroic genius. And I mean, John Cusack is just fuckin awesome. So well done on both counts.
I'm glad your rescue was a success. It brings me back to my childhood days of "saving" caterpillars from a life of freedom, and "relocating" non-amphibious toads to live a "happier" life in the stream. I was such a caring (yet thoroughly distructive) child. I'm happy the turtle was found by someone sensible, who knew better than to leave him in the parking lot formerly known as a gas station. In other news, you can get selmonilla (sp? the poision bacteria that grows on raw chicken) from turtles, but not wild ones. The bacteria builds up when they live in cages surrounded by their own feces. Wild turtles have it much better, so Rudy was right, but there's no need to worry.
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