Saturday, September 30, 2006


Friday, September 29, 2006

Friday Cat Blogging


When I left for work this morning it was over cast and cool. Lovely, I said to myself. I will open the blinds and the little animals can enjoy the nice, cool day. Great. I opened everything up and hummed Let the sun shine in and went to work

By lunch it was hot and I was seriously rethinking the whole “Let The Sun Shine in” thing. Shiny sun is hot sun is sun that makes the house too hot. Great. I love coming home to a hot house, let’s hear it for photosynthesis! True, The Kitty and Dogger end up with nice shiny growth and they flower like crazy, but it’s not worth the extra pruning I have to do.

And so time passed and I looked outside and it had returned to it’s normally scheduled partly sunny-ness, with an emphasis on the “partly” part but then it got sunny again. Of course the car is going to be hot too. It’s almost October, you would think the weather would get with the program all ready. Summer is over, it’s time for sweaters and cords and heavy socks. I really want to put away my shorts and tee shirts. I would say “and bring out my sweaters and turtle necks” but they never really went away because they never quite got put away. I prefer to look at is as efficacy instead of laziness. I knew I would be needing those clothes again and when I did need them I would need them now and it would save me lots of time if I could find them, or better yet, not have to “find” them, but that they would all ready be ready to go.

You can make something into anything you want it to be, it’s called “spin”.

I spend a lot of time at the dog park. A lot. How much? A lot, too much. But you know, life is about sacrifice and spending my evenings chatting with other dog people (instead of walking the dog) is the kind of sacrifice I am willing to make. Anyway. Things I have overheard at the park:

My wife and daughter asked me where I was, I told them I took the dog to go check his pee mail!


Speaker 1 -How old is your dog?

Speaker 2 -three years, four months and eighteen days.

Speaker 1 -You have absolutely no life do you?


Speaker 2 - No, no I don’t.

I have been trying to be better. I took Dogger for an actual walk yesterday before we went to the park and while she did a little less full bore running around once we got there, she was hardly too tired to play. She had the energy necessary to go drink from the buckets and then go wipe her face all over innocent bystanders. It sucks that it’s about to get too dark for me to go at my regular time. I went really early the other day and the early dogs just aren’t as cool as the late dogs. I guess the evening dogs are kind of the popular kids at the dog park. The early dogs carried around brief cases and wore coke bottle glasses and if they had been wearing pants they would have been high waters.

Doggers awesome light up collar thing is going to be so handy once it gets darker. The park officially closes at dusk but people are there after dark all the time. It will be harder to find the dog poop though and that could be a problem. I hadn’t thought about that. If I’m all ready thinking about how easy it would be to conveniently not be able to find her dog bombs, you can bet I’m not the first. It could get ugly.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Do unto others…

So, it was 9:30 and I was starting to wonder what I was going to have for lunch. What? You don’t plan ahead? You just head out of the lot at noon and just go where ever the wind takes you? Right. Lunch is an important activity. The day revolves around lunch. Don’t kid yourself.

Anyway, so its 9:30 and I’m trying to decide what I feel like eating. I’m not feeling too hopeful. I don’t want a burger, I just had pizza and I don’t want to drive as far as the Chinese place. I’m stumped.

Lunch time rolls around and I’m still not sure. I remember that I finished my book yesterday and I didn’t have time to replace it. Damn. But then I remember that today is the day that the weekly Indy paper comes out! I can just find one of those and read that at lunch. Cool. But. Where to get a copy of it? I am also remembering that I need to cheap cat food at home. I’m running out and if I go get it now I can avoid getting it later. I like this. I also suffer some kind of brain fart because I try to find the one true cheap cat food at the wrong grocery store. Why did I think they sold the Kroger brand cheap cat food at Food Lion. Food Lion doesn’t even carry their own cheap cat food much less Kroger brand cheap cat food.

I so needed to drive over there so I could drive back empty handed. Gas is so cheap now I can afford to make pointless trips for nothing. Oh, wait, except for no it isn’t. I did look for a copy of the weekly Indy paper but the boxes were empty. Damn.

So onward and outward.

Back towards work, I decide that if pressed I could eat at Burger Yucky. I really hate Burger Yucky but the place is near where I was fairly certain I can pick up a copy of the weekly Indy.

I was not certain enough. Nada. Nothing. No weekly Indy for me. Well damn.

I did have a book to read in the car. It makes me mad though and I really didn’t want to spend my lunch reading about how Satan took over our media. I mean, it really messes with my digestion. A book detailing Satan’s’ works among us is not a good thing to try to sit down to lunch with. I think Carl Hiaasen really needs to write another book pronto. Hiaasen doesn’t mess with my digestion at all, even when he’s using farm implements to shred scum bags or feeding honey slathered gombahs to fire ants … he not once gave me indigestion but reading about Satan’s minion Rupert Murdock gives me heartburn.


You know? If Cark Hiaasen really loved me he would write a book where his protagonists or one of their associates killed or arranged for Sean Hannity and or Anna Coulter to be killed. I mean he’s really, really good at coming up with new and imaginative modes of death. He has brought the offing of deserving scum bags to an art form… he’s come up with some really, really satisfying ways of punishing bad people for taking happiness in doing bad things to good people... Imagine what he would do to deserving evil doers like Hannity and Coulter…

Wednesday, September 27, 2006


See, this is what happened. I would written an entry, most likely a hugely meaningful entry of deep thoughts and deep philosophies and whatnot, but, instead I got sucked into the many armed, all powerful, swirling vortex that is a two day old infant. How could something that small have such a strong gravitational pull? It’s uncanny I tell you and completely irresistible.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Grass green, sky blue part???

The GOP-controlled House has rejected a Democratic motion for a rare closed session to discuss intelligence on terrorism.


Really. I am getting so sick of the abundance of pretty, young, almost model-calibre women appearing in all of the L&O shows, while its only the men who are allowed to be average, middle aged and realistic. - Witless TWOP poster

A common complaint, but the men on LO aren't all that "realistic" either. The only thing they have in common with real law enforcement is be their gender. Most cops and lawyers don't look half as good as Jesse L. Martin or Chris Noth or Vincent Diofrino and none of them, cops, attorneys, bad guys, good guys, victims, loved ones, have such a good wardrobe department working for them. The other constant whine I read there being "Pretty women are evol and unqualified! They should all die! No woman with fewer then three chins and over 5'9 could properly do the (any) job! She's just too young and pretty to be a _______! . The other claim is that any woman who weighs less than a Honda must be a hoor!

Of course, the male actors on the same show are equally too young and pretty to be doing the their jobs, but for some reason no one cares about that little issue. It's besides the point and OMG he's teh hawt! I love TWoP, to a degree (but less and less everyday) but that kind of self pitying prattling and double standard fu is wearing me down. I would hate to have to remind the poster that shockingly, all the Law and order shows are on television. They are all Television programs and everyone one the shows are actors. Actors tend to be prettier, younger and weigh 25 pounds less than the rest of us. You aren't going to find a fat, ugly actress getting a lot of work on TV unless she's funny and then Ms. Fat n' Funny isn't going to be on Law and Order.

I'm not sure if the poster has ever noticed, but most of the actors on TV tend to be 15 years too young to be in whatever high powered position they are supposed to be portraying. On TV the world is run by a 28 year old (really, really handsome) wunderkind and the 23 year old Miss Hot Bod winner that loves him. It always has and it shall ever be thus.

I mean, I've bitched about it too. There is no way that in real life that a Jim Belushi would ever even be able to date, much less marry a Courtney Thorne Smith. It would not be genetically feasible, no one that pretty would pollute their superior genes that way - her ovaries would shut down in protest! - but on TV, no man can ever be too fat, too unattractive and too moronic to not get a really hot blond girl ( but almost always really smart) to marry him. It goes against reason. It's TV.

The writers of these shows look like Belushi. The woman who watch these shows wish they looked like Courtney Thorne Smith - they don't but they married some guy who could double for Belushi. They also think the Belushi doppelganger they married is a moron and they like watching him mess up and be wrong every week while they and CTS are portrayed as being always right and never, ever, wrong about anything ever. They also like it that CTS never has to apologize for anything, ever. If CTS forgets JBs birthday its a minor issue, after all he's so dumb he forgot too and he doesn't deserve to have his birthday remembered anyway, it's his fault for not reminding her - but if JB forgets CTS birthday! He's a dead man and the rest of us get to spend 23 minutes watching him beg and plead for forgiveness before CTS finally besides to let him and us, off the hook until the next time.

Monday, September 25, 2006

because we can't handle the truth!


On the heels of the new baby came the new Grandparents and with all that the new Aunt wasn't around to write a new entry. The regularly scheduled posting with resume tomorrow.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

TINY E : 8LBS. 7OZ!!!!!

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Nothing to do but wait.

Baby Watch 2006 has begun!

Friday, September 22, 2006

Friday Cat Blogging

Like its a bad thing!

Researchers: Homes have more TVs than people
Read it and weep

Tony Snow, White House press Flack: No, as a matter of fact the president has an obligation to preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States. That is an obligation that presidents have enacted through signing statements going back to Jefferson. So, while the Supreme Court can be an arbiter of the Constitution, the fact is the President is the one, the only person who, by the Constitution, is given the responsibility to preserve, protect, and defend that document, so it is perfectly consistent with presidential authority under the constitution itself. Who, by the Constitution, is given the responsibility to preserve, protect, and defend that document, so it is perfectly consistent with presidential authority under the constitution itself.

More Here , do make sure you haven't all ready eaten before you read this, it will make you sick.
Take one leetle dog and call me in the morning

Is it Friday all ready? I’m shocked.

You can’t tell my reading but right now I am face down on my desk. The screen is too bright and the sound of the keys is too loud. The clickity click noise is just killing me. I thought earlier that maybe what I should do is to eat something so I went across the street to get a burger and a milk shake, I’m feeling sorry for myself, I needed the milk shake. Look it up in the PDR, the cure for self pity is dairy products. Anyway. To add insult to injury the girl didn’t put enough candy bar in the shake. I’m lactose intolerant and cruel shite like that is just mean.

It turns out I didn’t just need to eat something. It turned out hunger was not the cause of my head ache. The achy bastard. I ate and there was no improvement. Ow. I thought the aleve I took would help.

I bought the aleve at lunch because I thought that it would nuke whatever was causing the headache and I could go on with my day. Sadly, it’s actually a lame-o outdated conventional weapon. Aleve couldn’t blow the roof off a palm hut. Ow.

Now I have to decide. Do I want to go to the dog park with this headache? Dogger wants to go. Dogger has to go because she will no longer relieve herself in our yard. She just won’t. If she can’t go to the park she just holds it in - but not the pee, she’ll pee anywhere. It’s more of a sold waste disposal problem. I don’t want to deprive her of her fun or her “fun”. But there are all those people and you almost have to talk to other people when you’re around them in public. It’s rude not to. Ow.

In the dog parks favor is that as we speak the saddest MASH ever is on. I really can’t deal with the both the psychic pain of Henry Blake getting killed and the physical pain of the headache. It ain’t right. And I don’t want to turn the TV off because then I’ll just fall asleep and I have too much to do... Okay. I don’t have jack to do. No wait, I have to take the trash and recycling to the curb and I would like to do this before 10 ‘o clock at night. I have stuff taped that I want to watch and I want to watch the stuff I have taped. If I go to sleep I won’t be able to. My Name Is Earl is on at eight and I really don’t want to sleep through that and I don’t want to tape it as well and just add to my stuff on tape library. Ow.

I just looked at the clock. Henry has to die in the next few minutes and I don’t need to add to my discomfort.


I went to the park and left my headache there. Did you know that there is nothing that a short session with an eight month old golden retriever can’t cure? It’s true, maybe Alphagal needs to call up 1-800-GOLDPUP to rent her a puppy for a few hours. A half an hour with a golden retriever puppy might be just what she needs. Dogger had a good time too.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

My school was so boring! All we had wandering around were feral cats. You know you are hard core when they are chasing moose around on campus.
Not Domestic

I finally tracked down the source of the dog pee smell. The Dog. My first thought was that I could perhaps come home during lunch and do it. How long can it take to bath a dog? I mean, it’s not like she needs to soak in bleach or anything. She doesn’t need to be sterile, she just needs to not smell like pee.

I came up with the maybe “come home during lunch and wash the dog” idea because I knew I was going to be tardy coming home, we had a baby shower after work today. I don’t know the mother and as it turns out she can’t pick me out of a crowd either ( “Okay, this one is from Diana”, “Who?”) .


I didn't come home at lunch.I cut out as soon as I could post shower and was pleasantly surprised when I did get home that the princess of pee managed to hold it the whole time I was gone. I had thought about coming home at lunch and putting her out and doing the little chores I would do if I wasn’t tardy getting home. I changed my mind. It was really cold in the office and by lunch time my desire to be warm out weighed my desire was to be efficient. I went to McDonald's and sat outside and was not cold. It was nice. I didn’t realize how cold I was until I was so happy to be warm, I didn’t want to get out of my car at McDonald's because I didn’t want to spend more time in an over air conditioned space. It was so much nicer in my hot car than in my cold office

I would have gone home to bath the dog though. I could have done it. I mean, it would have been tight. I would have to race home, change clothes really fast , gather the towels, which I should have done before I left for work, but you know, gathered the shampoo stuff, leashed the dog and bathed her, which I can do fast, dried her.. But that leaves out the laundering of her bedding and replacing the bedding , dealing with the wet towels. After all that I would still have to change my clothes and get back to work.

I don’t think it would work.

There is just so much that I need to do when I get home and I still would like to you know, sit down at some point . I thought I could save some time. I also don’t want to do anything that is going to have an impact on the clean house or the nice clean floors therein. Bathing the dog causes a major impact. I’ve all ready noticed that the house isn’t as clean as it was Sunday. There are little “things” all over. The kitchen floor is all ready looking less than perfect, the magazines are piling up in the living room and the carpet is not what it was. I just did all that stuff, I don’t want to do it again! Why don’t they make some sort of big giant baggie thing you can wrap your house in to keep it from getting dirty right after you finish cleaning it? In my world, I clean the house and that’s it, Cleaning Activity done, I’m not even home all that much. I think the house produces mess just because it can.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Want one?

Get One
Stay Tuned

The TV season as officially started!!! Woo! Happy Dancing of New TV Season Joyfulness!!1 Woo-Hoo!!! Clearly, ya’ll aren’t as happy about it is as I am.

I’ve spent the summer as Netflix’s bitch. I’ve never watched this many movies in my life and I worked at Movie Theaters and a video rental place. I didn’t just sit there all summer zoned out in front of movies, I watched TV shows on DVD as too. One I watched was Crime Story, it rocked. It aired originally between 1987-1988, when it was on, I wouldn’t have watched it for pay, 18 year old girls are not famously big fans of period cop shows - give me 19 or so years though and I really got into it's period cop show vibe. Dennis Farina didn’t do it for me on Law and Order but on CS he really was The Man, maybe it was the hat or the skinny ties or the great sound track. I also watched the late, lamented The Job.

I counted up all the movies or TV shows I rented over the summer and I was floored, it didn’t seem like so many when they were arriving one or two at a time, but taken as a whole, damn. 32 from June to present. Wow and even took a couple of weeks off in July. I wonder if they give service awards?

But I am about to become a major slacker. I haven’t watched much network television all summer and not even much extra-network either. I don’t think I watched Queer Eye at all and it used to be a staple for me. I replaced it with Project Runway, but not when it aired, I watched it on Saturdays when they aired all the episodes one after the other. It is reality TV after all, I would never watch it as scheduled. I mean puh-lease. I do not make appointments to watch amateurs fame whore around for the cameras.

Anyway. The season is upon us and I bet you’re wondering what to watch. The fast answer is

1. Shows that are formally scripted.
2. Shows that employ actual, professional actors and writers.
3. Nothing on CW.

I think that is very good advice over all.

But if you don’t want the fast answer. List of New Shows , is a good starting place. I watched Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and it was terrific. I didn’t want it to be, I’m a huge SNL fan and if I was going to watch a show mocking it, I was going to watch Tina Fey and 30 Rock, damn it. Screw Sorkin and his stellar dialogue. I didn’t watch West Wing or Sports Night so I wasn’t familiar with Sorkineese. He’s not bad. The actors were firing on cylinders as well, I don’t know if this will make sense to ya’ll but the show had great energy and it kept it up for the whole hour. Plays have “energy” issues, on a good night the energy is up and everything is hitting on all cylinders. Those are the nights when the audience is a part of the show, the reality of the character’s becomes the reality of the audience. These are nights when the audience give an ovation. Bad nights in the theatre can be traced to the cast having a “low energy” show. Studio 60 deserves an ovation. Matthew Perry stars and you won’t even think about Chandler. He can actually act. I’ve seen many comments around about Amanda Peet, and that viewers didn’t buy her in the part, feeling that she was too young for her lofty position and she suffers from a severe case of tooprettyitis.. I have really disliked her in other parts for example, I hated her in Saving Silverman, I couldn’t see why this thirty year old woman was doing with a twelve year old. She was too old, in S60 she’s a touch too young. It airs Mondays at 10 pm eastern, tune in.

A show I’m walking into with high hopes is Smith . I’ve read fairly scathing reviews of it, but since I am currently very mad at ABC, I’m going to watch it as long as it CBS will air it. Ray Liotta is also kind of hot, in a I-can’t-move-my-face-way. The rest of the cast is really strong too and all of them seem to be able to move their facial muscles. On paper it should be good or at the very least, interesting to watch. I would be watching, the, according to the scathing reviews, much better Boston Legal, but BL is on ABC and they suck. I’ll be taping it but not watching it as scheduled.

Sadly, there are 2789 shows premiering between this week and October and none of the others are dinging my Tvdar.

My Name is Earl is back on Thursday!!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Little Old Lady

You can’t her it but that sound you’re not hearing is my computer playing selections from Rent, without the benefit of a CD!

I feel so 21st century. It’s too bad though, otherwise I would have to be blasting show tunes out my open windows. I think the drug dealer and his friends would dig show tunes... I wouldn’t absolutely have to, The machine has a CD player built in but it is so much more satisfying to use the player in the living room because I have to crank it up in order to hear in the office. If the drug dealer and his friends have experience second hand music, tough.

I kind of was in the mood to listen to something but I didn’t really feel like digging out anything to listen to. I’m very lazy and they are less than completely easy to get to. I don’t often spontaneously find myself in the mood to listen to anything that doesn’t come equipped with out its own laugh track. By the end of the day I need pictures. I’m so not in my twenties anymore. I tried to read a Rolling Stone not long ago and it might as well have been written in Greek. I didn’t recognize any of the bands and the people looked like aliens to me. Very young aliens. I am so old.

I looked at them and all I could think of was how sorry they were going to be someday when they are you know, my age and they are covered with those nasty tats and they don’t feel comfortable wearing short sleeves in public and they are having to spend their time ducking and weaving and trying to teach junior that daddies earrings are not toys and even worse, someday they’re going to be ancient and in some nursing home some where and those tats and piercings are not going to age well. I would not want to be the 85 year old woman in a home with “Do Me!” tattooed across her ass. You should keep in mind that eventually you aren’t going to be hot anymore but you are going to be incontinent. Be careful what you have written in you “peri area”, I’m just saying. You won’t get a chance to read your chart, but it will be noted that the large red area across your coxix is actually not a pressure area that needs to be staged, but a tattoo that used to read “Mama Likes!” .

This computer playing music thing is cool though. I did kind of think that it was kidding while it was doing it though. I sat there and watched it and said to myself “Yeah. It’s doing something but I bet in real life it isn’t really doing anything”. That’s how my luck with electronics runs if I had Tivo it would only tape the shows I told it not to. I would end up with 30 hours of Wrestle-mania and According to Jim instead of 30 hours of Match Game and My Name is Earl.

But ya know what? I know how to play my old folks music on the machine now. I can listen to Depeche Mode whenever I want to.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Not a problem

FDA to consumers: Don't eat ANY spinach

Dear DeNiece,

I know you are busy with last minute things, getting your eye lashes in , making sure your eye brows are straight, getting your nails right... I know, it’s a lot of work. I’ve been there, We’ve all been there. Do you remember when your spleen formed! Wasn’t that cool?

I know, I know “it’s a fetus thing” and I wouldn’t understand, Hey, I was a fetus. It was a long time ago but I know how you feel. It’s getting crowded, your legs are getting a little squished. It is getting really hard to properly do your yoga and totally forget about doing 15 laps a day anymore... But you have all these other things to do! Last minute meetings with your hair people, the guy who does your make up... Your schedule is totally booked.

Here’s the deal. If you were waiting around for me to get my house cleaned up, its done. The house it clean. I knew you didn’t want me to be running around at the last minute trying to get it all done at once, and that’s really nice of you. I got the message and the house is clean. From gleaming bathroom tiles ( I scrubbed it! On. My. Hands. And. Knees. It's an inside joke, ask your folks) To shiny kitchen linoleum, also Scrubbed On Hands And Knees! Did you know that Formula 409 is a bang up floor cleaner? They don’t market it as that but in a pinch it does a good job. My hands are a little worse for wear but don't worry, I have some nice lotion that clear that right up I promise. But any last minute “poor Aunt Diana has a really dirty house and I don’t want her to be embarrassed about how it looks when Grandma and Grandpa get here, so I’ll wait around for her to get it taken care of”, issues you might have let them go. The house is ready. I may even invite the neighbors over.

But if you were waiting around for me to get my shit together, consider it boxed up and thrown away. I vacuumed, I polished, I laundered and I deodorized. You don’t have to worry about Aunt Diana being embarrassed about the state of her house. It’s fine.

Well, it will be fine for the next 24 - 48 hours, after that, it’s really going to be pushing it. I’m not sure I can stay in the house and maintain this level of cleanliness for much longer with out having to live in Minnie Van. You don’t want me to have to live in my car do you? Would you do that to your fur cousins? Think of others. Think of The Kitty and Dogger. So cute, so furry, so not designed in live in a van.

I didn’t do anything about the sorry state of my back yard but I don’t think that should have any bearing on your move out schedule. I think you should just go a head and not mind me - except to note that my house is not going to stay this clean for long. I may not ever scrub the floors on my hands and knees again in my life much less yours, so I really think you should take advantage of this while you can.

A cousin third or fourth removed was born last Tuesday and the longer she has a chance to be older than you the longer she is going to lord it over you. She all ready shares a birthday with Brittiny Spears baby and that must be a real feather in her belly band. She is going to be impossible to live with. You don’t want to be bossed around by some one who is a week or so older than you who’s only claim to fame thus far is that she shares a birthday with a member of the new Beverly Hillbillies’s do you? You have to represent here, you know?

I know you're busy with getting your stuff together, deciding what to keep, what to give away what to throw away, but you can totally feel free to leave, you have much better stuff waiting for you. Like your Mom and Dad.


Aunt Diana

Sunday, September 17, 2006


Saturday, September 16, 2006


Friday, September 15, 2006

Friday Cat Blogging

That Darn Cat!

Where were you at 6:40am yesterday? If you say “in bed” , consider yourself hated. At 6:40am I was dropping of The Kitty at the vet. It’s my favorite place to be at that hour. Its so convivial and homey - except its not.

It isn't convivial and homey at 6:40am, your own house isn’t all that homelike at that hour either. It’s too early. The vets' office is no different. I did discover that 6:40am is the best time to drive down Hillsborough street though. At that house the students are still snug in their tight little dorms, and those that weren’t, hadn’t even made the dreaded walk of shame yet either. It was me and the cat.

Kitty got to the vet and I got to work and I was only running about 5 minutes behind.

Time passes.

I read that Ann Richards died and I was sad. The 1990 governors race was the first big political thing I was officially a part of. The Young Democrats at my campus were all over it.

I’m not sure if you are familiar with the 1990 Texas gubernatorial race. I’m sure you are also well versed in the Democratic primaries leading up to it, am I wrong? Okay. It’s been awhile, you’ve slept since then. Long story short: I worked for Jim Maddox, a man so slimy he left a trail, because I thought he was enough of a scum to properly compete with the walking scuzz the rethuglicans had running. I voted for Richards in November but I thought it was just to prove a point. I was sure she wasn’t going to win. Imagine my shock when she won, it was a religious experience:It was good triumphing over evil for real. I was a Democrat in Texas, no one I had ever voted for actually won.

Everything you ever wanted to know about the 1990 Texas Gubernatorial race


Me Bubba, you Jane - Texas gubernatorial race between Ann W. Richards and Clayton Williams

The day she was sworn in, at breakfast I was eating with my friend Clara and we were listening to the radio they piped into the cafeteria and we were all happy because the news was full of Ann Richards victory over the forces of evil, and this guy we knew from the dorms walked up. “This Guy” was severely mentally ill ( Dude had a chart) and he could be really mean and Clara was one of his favorite targets. We called him Crazy Jimmy Jigawat - because he looked like he had just stuck his finger in a light switch.

But that morning he was clean, his hair was brushed, he was dressed appropriately and he was thrilled about Ann Richards winning. We had a long talk about the campaign and the other candidates and politics in general. It turned out to be a great breakfast.

Okay skip forward to 2006.

The vet called me and asked if they could sedate The Kitty because he was severally losing his shit and eating their leather gloves and they couldn’t examine him. She also took the time to suggest a couple of very expensive diagnostic tests she wanted to do and she used the C word and I told her that if he had some sort of intestinal C word that he would be dead all ready, then I told her she was not going to do those expensive tests. Actually, I told her I am a poor person and I just spent $250 on Dogger a week ago and I couldn’t spend $250 on The Kitty at this time, or really, at any time for that matter, but if she must know, it would be after the first of next month at the earliest before I would have dosh for pricey diagnostic tests. I told her to give the cat time to chill out and under no circumstances was she do anything more expensive than running her hands over him.

Two hours later, I called her and told her to sedate him. She examined him and found nothing.I went to the office and We talked. We decided to up his pred and to keep him on his fancy cat food. It’s what you do for cats with Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Why is The President of the United States dealing with this?

US President George Bush is to host White House talks on British comedian Sacha Baron Cohen.

Cohen, 35, creator of Ali G, has infuriated the Kazakhstan government with his portrayal of Borat, a bumbling Kazakh TV presenter. And now a movie of Borat's adventures in the US has caused a diplomatic incident. Kazakhstan president Nursultan Nazarbayev is to fly to the US to meet President Bush in the coming weeks and on the agenda will be his country's image.

President Nazarbayev has confirmed his government will buy "educational" TV spots and print advertisements about the "real Kazakhstan" in a bid to save the country's reputation before the film is released in the US in November.

From the Daily Mail: Bush to hold talks on Ali G creator after diplomatic row, story has quasi NSFW picture.

SBC is a British comedian of questionable talent that few people have ever heard of, in a movie that very few will actually see. The stupid little country should chill out or go bother Tony Blair. No one knows their country is real and after the movie comes out, no one will know the country is real. I understand that in the eyes of many, that the U.S is from where all bad things come, I can see that, but in this case? how the hell did they score The President of the UNITED STATES to do their movie flogging? Who is the publicist at work here? They are all powerful!

The other day after Dogger turned her box into a kiddy pool; I took everything out and laundered her bedding. I also removed the carpet remnant that acts as a liner in the bottom of the box. I then replaced the bedding with the emergency back up bedding that is standing by just for instances such as this, not to be confused with her other bedding the one to wear and one to wash bedding. Dogger really has too many things. The wet bedding was easy, put it in the machine, add detergent and try to remember to put it in the dryer at some point, hopefully the point being sooner rather than later. That left the carper remnant.

I was very good. I removed it from the box and took it outside. I was a little befuddled at that point, okay; I got it outside, now what? What do you do with a pee drenched carpet remnant once you have taken it outside? In my case I aimed the hose at it and soaked it in what I had hoped was a pee dispersing way and left it out draped over the glider to dry.

Fine. It dried.

I took it back in doors Wednesday morning because they were saying rain and I thought that maybe I didn’t want it getting rained on, not to mention slugged on. I hate slugs and the last thing I want is to come face to face with a slug while taking the now dry carpet inside. So.

Fine. It got inside. Slug free.

I came home at lunch after finally, successfully scoring tarted up mailing envelops at my post office. I told the clerk that this was the second time I had tried to mail these and how I was thwarted at the previous post office. The clerk said they sell them in all the post offices. I said I knew this, but the other post office only had the normal ones on display. I shared with her what I was mailing and she said “Are the baby’s going to see them?” and I said no, the older one is due on Friday and I think that her vision won’t be strong enough yet to see the tarted up envelope and the other baby isn’t due for a while yet and he’s a buy and probably wouldn’t care much about the cute bears on the envelope anyway. Which is good, because I though the bears were kind of little girly myself and they didn’t sell more boy-y tarted up envelopes. I looked. I then had to admit to the clerk that I would have gone with the cheaper, plainer envelopes but then I would have felt obligated to wrap the gifts and I didn’t want to. The tarted up envelops were allegedly the easy way out.

Fine. Mission accomplished.

Okay. I went home after the post office and when I opened the door I was assaulted by the odor of several day old pee. Soaking the carpet remnant in water and leaving it to dry in the sun was not an adequate solution to the urine issue. Gawd it was awful. I immediately removed the wretched thing to the drive way. The entry way still smelled like several day old dog pee. But this time? My house didn’t! Yea! For stepping down the pred! When I went and rescued Dogger from her crate it was still dry but she was clearly crossing her legs.

I took her outside and she joyfully relieved herself. Twice . This was the same dog I took out three times this morning before I left the house for work; she is hating being box bound though. I come into the room and she’s sitting in there with her back to the door. Poor Dogger.

Kitty is also not happy. He has spent the last couple of days being really lethargic. I wouldn’t mind the lethargy if he was rousing himself to eat, but he’s doing very little of that. Tuesday was a very bad day for him, both not eating and too much sleeping and too much lower GI activity ( I won’t go into specifics, you don’t want to know) He had gotten a little more animated by the time I came home but he was still kind of out of it. I called the vet today about Doggers flooding issues and Kitty’s’ issue issues and I am waiting to hear back while hoping she isn’t going to ask for either of them to come to the office.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Was it good TV?

Two weeks after telling police that her son had been snatched from his crib, Melinda Duckett found herself reeling in an interview with TV's famously prosecutorial Nancy Grace. Before it was over, Grace was pounding her desk and loudly demanding to know: "Where were you? Why aren't you telling us where you were that day?"

A day after the taping, Duckett, 21, shot herself to death, deepening the mystery of what happened to the boy.

That showboat needs to go to drydock.

Full story here
Oh Noes!!!

Grammy-winning singer Whitney Houston has filed for divorce from husband Bobby Brown, her publicist tells The Associated Press.

Damn to the Hell! what about the crack! does no one care about the crack?

I'm sure you have heard by now about Keith Olbermanns' piece on the admins use and abuse of 9/11/01? If you haven't? go read it now.
Life Imitates Art

The wives and girlfriends of some Columbian gangbangers are performing Lysistrata for real...
Why We MUST will in November

Senate GOP torpedoes proposed limits on Bush wiretaps

WASHINGTON (AP) -- Senate Republicans blocked Democratic attempts to rein in President Bush's domestic wiretapping program Wednesday amid a sustained White House campaign to give the administration broad authority to monitor, interrogate and prosecute terrorism suspects.
He's got too much time on his hands, too much time on his hands...

Appeals court may reinstate DeLay conspiracy charge

AUSTIN - Texas' highest criminal appeals court said Wednesday it would consider reinstating a dropped conspiracy charge against former House Majority Leader Tom DeLay further delaying his trial on felony money laundering and conspiracy counts.

Which will give him even more time to sway followers to watch TV talent shows: From TV, Tom DeLay stumps for 'Dancing' contestant

The future of America hinges on whether a Democrat or a Republican wins Dancing with the Stars! At least, that's what Tom DeLay will have his supporters believe. The Texas Congressman is actually on a mission to sway the vote in favor of one particular Dancing with the Stars contestant

Full text of letter

Because Tv talent shows need to be politized...
Air Force chief: Test weapons on testy U.S. mobs

WASHINGTON (AP) -- Nonlethal weapons such as high-power microwave devices should be used on American citizens in crowd-control situations before being used on the battlefield, the Air Force secretary said Tuesday.

The object is basically public relations. Domestic use would make it easier to avoid questions from others about possible safety considerations, said Secretary Michael Wynne.
(Bush appointee with corruption issues? Check!)

"If we're not willing to use it here against our fellow citizens, then we should not be willing to use it in a wartime situation," said Wynne. "(Because) if I hit somebody with a nonlethal weapon and they claim that it injured them in a way that was not intended, I think that I would be vilified in the world press."

The Air Force has paid for research into nonlethal weapons, but he said the service is unlikely to spend more money on development until injury problems are reviewed by medical experts and resolved.

Nonlethal weapons generally can weaken people if they are hit with the beam. Some of the weapons can emit short, intense energy pulses that also can be effective in disabling some electronic devices.

As one who has been a part of "testy mobs", I don't like this idea. I also don't want anyone involved with the current administration have this weapon at their disposal as a part of anyones "crowd control". Can you imagine what would happen if the wrong people got their hands on this? Talk about squashing the first amendentment:

Amendment I.2
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Who gets to define "peaceably"? I would bet under the current admin, not the people assembled.
The best laid plans

I had a plan for lunch. I went as far as to plan my plan in advance. I even was prepared and did homework in advance.

The plan was that I was going to go to the post office, which is next door to the dollar store where I needed to get dollar store cat food for the feral cat at the office ( it’s my turn) which is next door to my favorite Chinese place, for Diana food ( it’s always my turn). It was a very efficient plan.

At the post office, according to my plan, I was going to buy a couple of those tarted up mailing envelopes and mail a couple of baby gifts to a couple of couples I know who are going to have a couple of babies who need baby clothes. They are providing the babies and I am providing the cute little baby clothing for them - or a least a couple of cute outfits that they will only fit for a very small window of time and I would really like for the cute things to arrive while the windows are still open.

To accomplish this, the cute little outfits need to be mailed now. One of the babies is very definitely going to arrive on Friday and while naked is cute for a while, they live in a cold climate and naked is not warm. Needless to say, the cute little outfit is as warm as it is cute ( cute and warm! I am such a good shopper!). But it has to go out before the baby grows out of it. Cute or not, if it doesn’t fit it, it wasn’t marketed as doll clothes. That was not my plan.

Baby 2 isn’t due for , according to his Mothers site, approximately 70 days. But I want it in the mail now. It’s my plan. To get it in the mail, the post office has to have the tarted up mailing envelope things. I could wrap them but the tarted up mailing envelopes are allegedly a time saver. Again, my plan.

The tarted up mailing envelops are only a time saver if they are sold at the post office next to the dollar store next to the Chinese place. Plan City.

Needless to say that post office doesn’t carry those tarted up mailing envelops. They carry the untarted up mailing envelopes and I wanted the tarted up variety. And, to mess up my plan even more, they do not sell them at the dollar store next door to the Chinese place.

My next thought was that I could go to the post office down the street from my house, not to be confused with my official post office that is not in any way down the street from my house. But, I would need to do this after work and after work is when Dogger fills her wading pool and I want to avoid that. I only want to do my laundry. Thus far this week I’ve done more laundry for my pets then I have for myself and that is not a precedent I want to set around here. Do you know how much bedding a dog can soak if given enough time to soak it? Or what a cat with lower GI issues can do to an innocent pillow sham?

So, back to my plan, I did get the cat food, I fed myself and the cute little outfits came home with me. Tomorrow’s plan is to go to the post office down from my house and mail the cute little outfits and while I am so near my house, empty out Dogger before she starts doing the dog paddle around her crate.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

World Peace Puppy

I really wish I needed a puppy! I really don't, but I bet you do!
It’s in the air

Last week I took Dogger into the vet. I had diagnosed her with diaper rash/prickly heat/seasonal allergy and thought perhaps a nice course of benadryl would be a good course of action - it has worked in the past. It was just that I had been treating Doggers little skin problems and the normal course of treatment wasn’t working. Also I ran out of triple antibiotic ointment and anti itch cream. I just wanted a second opinion Dogger also had a little drippy eye action and maybe a slight case of itchy ear. All very treatable, all things I could take care of with a quick trip to the first aid section of the dollar store.

So, why, you ask, did I go to the vet?

The itchy ear wasn’t going away even with religious use of ear mite lotion, the eye thing was grossing me out, and her rash was getting embarrassing. She also was losing fur and Nephdog was very ill and all it takes is a seeing someone else with something dire to make you think that you may have something dire yourself.

So. I took her in. A couple of hours and $245 later, she had a yeast infection in her ear ( question, what about vagisil? Or yogurt?) , an infection of unknown origin in her eye and a nasty case of itchy yucky on her pink parts.

Now, I spend my time dripping drops into her ear, smearing goo into her eyes and forcing a total of nine pills down her throat. All this twice a day. Four of pills I force down her throat twice a day are high dose prednisone.

Did you know that pred can make you very thirsty? And can increase your urinary output? And if you drink as much water as you want you will make as much water as you drink? Dogger is a large dog. She had a large bladder. A week on pred has shrunk her bladder to the size of a thimble. I came home the other day and found three puddles the size of stock ponds on the office carpet. So. I take her out more often. I take her out and she floods the yard. I came home at lunch yesterday primarily to put her out. I came home and found more puddles! I had no idea her crate could double as a wading pool.

And it was my fault. I came home, I put her in the yard and I watched her do her thing and do her thing and do her thing. And then I brought her back in and gave her more water! And she drank it and I gave her more water! Because the pred makes you thirsty and being thirsty is just miserable and I didn’t want my puppy to be miserable. After I got back to work, I talked to one of our pharmacists and she said that while Dogger is on so much pred I might want to limit her fluid intake I didn’t know I could limit her fluid intake!

I didn’t set limits and she got her very own wading pool.

The Kitty is also on pred. He at least can use a kitty box, unless of course its 4:08 am and he is waking me for the second time and I really want to be asleep... his crate also can also double as a wading pool. I walked in the door yesterday after work and it was like walking into an open diaper pail.

Monday, September 11, 2006

8:46 am

Today is September 11, 2006. Five years ago today followers of Osama Bin Laden murdered thousands of our countrymen and George W. Bush, Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld begain to re-write our constitution in disappearing ink. No matter what the Republicans tell you, today this is not a day to be celebrated. Today is a day to mourn the loss of those lives and our liberty.
Dog Tired

There were two different dog carnivals on Saturday, at the same time with the same vender's just 20 miles apart. They even offered the same services. Dogger is now happily chipped. I told her she can run but she can’t hide. I had The Kitty chipped a couple of years ago because he kept getting out and he doesn’t wear a collar. You try putting a collar on him and see how fast he kills you in your sleep.

I saw a notice about a dog carnival that featured a chipping clinic and I took Kitty. I didn’t know the dog carnival was sponsored by a Rottweiler rescue or that we were going to have to spend so much time standing in line making small talk with them. The Kitty isn’t much into small talk or standing in line and having to do all of the above in a crowed of barking dogs just made the experience so much more special, afterwards when I took the stuff to the vets office for them to put on file the technician said “Oh, my Gawd! They charged you how much? Oh, Honey, if you had waited a couple of months we could have done it for half of that! They charged you way too much”. It was for charity after all, but I think I got clipped by that charity because Dogger was for a charity too and they charged me $15 less for the same thing.

I said I went to two of these. The first was nearish to me and was sponsored by an animal rescue a friend from work is involved in and I wanted her to meet Dogger and they were offering the magic chipping. My friend has heard all about Dogger and I thought it would be nice if she could meet her in person. Dogger did an excellent job of being friendly without being obnoxious, I think they put doggy downers in the water bowls. It also helped that Dogger was also very hot and I think that helped to extinguish any desire on her part to play patty-cake with my friend or use her husband as a climbing wall.

We boogied from dog carnival one and onto dog carnival two. I didn’t really need to hit DC 2 but it was being held at the Other Raleigh Dog Park and I have wanted to check it out since before they opened our dog park. I never went to Other Raleigh Dog Park because I thought it was too far away and the one time I was given directions to get there it took longer to recite the directions than I wanted to spend traveling to get there.

I decided it was too far away. It is too far away and it’s in kind of a weird place and it’s not easy to get to. They do have water inside the park and that is a plus, but the park doesn’t have much shade and I felt oddly exposed as Dogger and I walked around. Dogger didn’t dig it either, I said “Okay Dogger, want to go home?” and she was in the car with the A/C running before I got the leash back on. Normally when I say that to her she heads for the furthest point away from me and pretends she’s been deaf since birth. The Other Dog Park just isn’t as nice as ours and it’s just too far away for casual use. They did have better freebies at their carnival though. I scored a nice new leash and some coupons for a free movies and they gave me a free stuffed toy for Dogger to eat . I don’t know what the free movies have to do with dog care but I guess even pet parents need a night off every now and then.

Sunday, September 10, 2006


Saturday, September 9, 2006


Friday, September 8, 2006

Yay Me

I was driving home this evening and I looked up and there was the moon and it was huge and I said to myself "damn, that's pretty" and I went to the house and pulled out the taller and more butch of my two fancy new birthday tripods and I went outside and cursed at my fancy new birthday tripod because I don't really know how to use it yet and I really don't know how to use it yet in the dark. But I persevered and eventually I got this:

Not perfect but...
The Lack of Shock The Lack of Awe

Senate: No prewar Saddam-al-Qaida ties

Bush administration officials have insisted on a link between the Iraqi regime and terror leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. Intelligence agencies, however, concluded there was none.
Friday Cat Blogging

Pirate Booty

I went to the big combined campaign kick off fest. It was, as promised, Piratlicious.

Although, I don't think anyone would want to taste a state employee channeling his ir her inner Jack Sparrow. A tragic amount of mascara was sacrificed for the event. The last thing you want to be faced with at 2:00 in the afternoon on a Thursday are a bunch of 45 year old state employee lifers ( more than half, women) dressed in Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow drag. There were all these people forced by their supervisors to show up and be piratty and not one of the supervisors forced any of them to contract scurvy! or amputate a leg or allow themselves to be flayed! I mean, if you are going to do it, you should do it. Cut that leg off! take a beating! develop scurvy! contract syphilis from some dock side whore! At least pierce something. Be the character!

When I arrived there was a bunch of kids from the daycare dressed in matching tee shirts and Long John Silver hats, I never saw them go inside so maybe they were on a smoke break. The entertainment seemed to be a flock of dancing cross dressing pirates or maybe it was a group of epileptics suffering synchronized seizures - Hey, anything for the United Way, right? It wasn't clear. Through the fog of pirates, I did see that someone had brought parrots.

Parrots are too big to ride around on your shoulder. You would need very wide shoulders to carry one of those feathered monsters around and if you were that broad shouldered, why on earth would you be wasting your time as a pirate? with the scurvy and syphilis and all the pirate politics?

I think all the pirate movies must have used really butch parrakeet's as parrot stand ins because the birds I saw today were massive and way too big to casually ride around on your average syphilitic pirates shoulder blade. Maybe they wore some sort of proto-snugly thing. But very butch and allegedly made of the bones of rival pirates.

I would bet that some long ago OSHA inspector fined the hell out of somebody for all the parrot realted injuries and since the smaller the parrent the lesser the injuries they also probably broken some long gone juvenile parrot labor laws too. Ye Olde OSHA ordered them to make changes regarding the use of live parrots as accessories and there is some evidence that some ergonomic parrots were bred for the trade... The bones-of-your-enemy-parrot carriers and the ergonomic parrots available through Sharrrrrrper Image, of course.

This years freebies, er, booty as follows

9 cheap magnets
1 bag clincher
2 rubber wrist bands
1 stress squeezy
3 recycled pencils
1 recycled coaster
3 pens
1 sticker
2 note pads
1 kewl water bottle
1 can coozy (compliments of "Drag Bingo")
10 pamphlets
3 hand outs
1 notice of a nature realted film festival
1 guide to levels of poison in fish found in local lakes
1 bag of Frito's
1 bag of Cheetos
1 crispy cream donut
3 snack sized candy bars

Thursday, September 7, 2006

Laughter is the best medicine

Wednesday was a very sad day around the whole Dianaverse. It was a day of loss and grieving over the death of a friend. We are all very unhappy. However, this made me laugh.

8:26 am - We are having a baby shower for Coworker on Wednesday, September 20 at 4:00 p.m. If you would like to attend, please let me know no later than Monday, September 11.


The only thing I like about these boots is the fact that the toe end looks a little like Nephdogs profile.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

For Goofch

A psalm of David.

2 The LORD is my shepherd; there is nothing I lack. In green pastures you let me graze; to safe waters you lead me;

3 you restore my strength. You guide me along the right path for the sake of your name.

4 Even when I walk through a dark valley, I fear no harm for you are at my side; your rod and staff give me courage.

5 You set a table before me as my enemies watch; You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

6 Only goodness and love will pursue me all the days of my life; I will dwell in the house of the LORD for years to come.
Admitting you have a problem is the first step

President Bush today acknowledged that U.S. authorities have held suspected terrorists in secret CIA prisons around the world and said information obtained from them "has saved innocent lives."

If you didn't do anything wrong you don't have to explain, a guilty conscience is a talkative conscience. Torture and gulags are always wrong. Ya know what? I still feel like voting some republicans out of office.
A B not 'Ceeing ya

ABC is going to air a "docudrama" about 9/11/01. It's high on "drama" low on documentary. Which means it's a bunch of made up shit with nothing to do whatsoever with reality. It's been a long time since a network stayed clear of reality programming, funny they should start with this. The Made for TV Movie is Fiction masquerading as an actual representation of reality. It's not real. It's a bogus rightwing wetdream. Call or email your local ABC affiliate and ask them to not air it. They don't have to. Use the word BOYCOTT.

from the New York Times "9/11 Miniseries Is Criticized as Inaccurate and Biased".
Do you think he caught up with his Hogans Heroes?

ABC News: President Bush to announce that detainees held at secret CIA prisons, including alleged 9/11 mastermind Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, will be transferred to the Department of Defense and granted protection under the Geneva Conventions.

Speaking of ABC, is ABC the new FAUX? : ABC to air rightwing fantasy the docudrama blames Clinton for 9/11/01, praises Bush.
Tears on my dog bed

When Mama came home she was sad. Mama looked at pichers and she was sad. Why is Mama sad. I was helping Mama but then Mama made a loud angry sound and took me back to my bed. Mama said pichers aren't toys and now she keeps coming in to hug me. One time while she was in here hugging me she asked me to do the entry for her. She said she doesn't have the will to blog andcouldIhelpheroutthanks!

Mama kept looking at pichers and it made her sadder. Mama looked at lots of pichers and then Mama went to Other Dogs house. She didn't say where she was going but when she got back I could tell. Oh, I could tell, I mad scent skilz. Before she left she just said I had to stay and make sure The Not Dog didn't destroy anything. To hell with the house! The Not Dog is very hungry again and he says I look like a big giant salmon.

I love Other Dogs house! Other Dog has a great big out doors! It's just like the Dog Park but only without the other dogs. It's like Other Dogs own private Dog Park.
(Editor's note - He's living in his own Private Idogaho). Mama is weird. Now she's sad again because I don't get that and Other Dog would have gotten that, she says he was a huge B-52s fan, both him and Modean. What changed his mind? I'm not into that 8os New Wave, did they drop a bad album? I'm kind of more into 80s Top 40 myself, I totally love Debbie Gibson. Why couldn't I go to Other Dogs house? and why was Mama sad?

I asked The Not Dog and before it told me to go lick myself it said something like "A good dog taken down by a bad liver". What did the liver do? did it eat the TV remote? Mama said I was a bad dog when I ate the TV Remote.

Why is Mama sad? When Mama came home she hugged me really tight. Mama is so sad. Other Dogs' liver must be a bad, bad liver to make Mama so sad.

Tuesday, September 5, 2006


Go give Nephdog a treat .
What a difference a day makes



One day its Labor Day Weekend and every-ones on the beach and its summertime and the next day it's Merry Labor Day! and the snowmen are armed

And if 'tis the season to arm snowmen, it must be time to trim the old deer blind as well

Okay, changing the topic. Okay, local Raleigh people. What is (was) this building? I see this every time I go down to see my parents and every time I say either say "I wish my camera was handy!" or "Damn! I wish I had slowed down in time" and ultimately, "I hope it doesn't fall down". Well.


(collapsed end)

(standing end front view)

(head on)

It is located 27 miles due east of Raleigh near Buffalo Road, this is it's address

Was it a warehouse? the windows seem awfully grand. Was it a train depot? no tracks. Was it a concert hall? was it a tobacco barn? I don't think it's the right shape, they look different. I really wish I had gotten to it before it started to fall down, I would have done a more through job of investigating the site but I feared snakes and rusty nails and the very real chance that it might give up the ghost at anytime. I'm curious about the building but I am not that curious about it.

Monday, September 4, 2006


Sunday, September 3, 2006

Time For Thinking Happy Thoughts

Those happy thoughts are working! But he still needs more. Try to channnel those happy thoughts into happy thoughts about weight gain. Think husky thoughts. To get you primed for those thoughts, did you know that 15% of Boxers are south paws

Nephdog AKA The Best Dog Ever , needs you to think healing thoughts for him, he needs some extra strength to help him get better.He really is a great dog and he can use all the good mojo he can get. If you light candles, light one for him.


Saturday, September 2, 2006


Friday, September 1, 2006

Friday Cat Blogging


One night last week, having no life and nothing else to do I went through my catalogue of catalogues and decided what kind of junk mail I wanted to find in my entry way for the next year.

The catalogue had the really sweet Idea that I would pay them for the privilege of having all these free catalogs delivered to my house. I patted it on the head and went to my computer. The vast majority of the catalogues I had marked in the catalogue were available online and almost all of them were more than happy to let me sign up for their products. Some were easier to navigate then others.

Urban Outfitters has a really kewl site. I mean, wow. So clever, so graphically designed. So damn hard to navigate and so much harder to get sent to my house. I mean, a real bummer. How was I a denizen of an urban environment outfit my self if I can't get their catalogue? I mean what am I to do? I might end up outfitted for suburbia! and then what? Barn Jackets?. They don't care. I took a look at their clothes, and it looks like the wardrobe trailer from Bosom Buddies . People can tell you that Long sweaters and leggings are on the way back, but until you see it for yourself? Maybe I shouldn't have tried so hard to get on their mailing list.

Anyway. The first of my dozen or so new best friends arrived today. Ornaments to Remember! I love Christmas ornaments. I want all of them. I want themes! I want tiny little glass versions of everything. Did you know you can get tiny, little glass shaved ices? Haven't you always wanted a tiny, little glass shaved ice? Does it make it better if you could hang it on your tree? And if shaved ice isn't your thing? How about chocholate truffles? Or if you aren't into candy, how about some nice Tomi Mache Sushi . Isn't that what has been missing from your Christmas decor?

You could spend a good half hour, forty-five minutes going through their catalogue. I mean, every other page had something you might think you could use on your tree. Something to remember the day when you finally found a bikini that didn't make you hate yourself? It was a special day.

It doesn't matter what you want to hang on your tree, they have it. They have it and they will let you have it for you know, $40. But, for a mere $12 you too could have an octapus! Or if you can't afford that, $3 will get you a horned melon. Nothing says "Birth of our Savior" like squid and I don't know what says "Christmas" like hanging a horned melon on your tree.