Quick Hits
Love me and Leaf me
Due to, ah, popular demand, I raked my back yard. I fail to see how a lovely autumnal carpet of leaves is some how viewed as something that I need to get of right now, while the dirt patch is considered better. I liked the back yard better with its carpet then I do with its dirt floor. But I raked it. And took the leaves out to the curb. Now I have an ugly leafy wart on the front yard and an ugly dirt scar in the back. Lovely. I am expecting any day now to find some red neck looking over the fence to scope it out a possible mud track to race his truck in. It’s a wet lands damn it! Speaking of moving leaves. I think the yard work fairies came to my house. I did a little leaf clean up in the drive way after I vacuumed the yard, a little, there was a good deal piled up on the patio too. I was going to take care of that. I came out Sunday and the leaves were gone. Off the patio and out of the drive way. El Gone-o. Kind of weirded me out.
You can tell a house by its cover
While I was out being all Yard Girl 2003 I saw someone across the street looking at the house. A young woman was parked out in front of the house across the street! On purpose! She noticed me standing there with my mouth open and asked about the neighborhood. I told her it was perfect in every way and that angels live among us and she needed to move in at once and being her friends - lets gets this gentrification party started! We talked about her plans for the house and what flowers she was going to plant outside, the color she wanted to paint the trim, her ideas for taking off the shutters and the awning. How much we both like the little round window over the front door and what promise we both thought the house has . It was really nice and she had all ready fallen hard for the house. Then her real-estate lady showed up and took her inside. While they were inside I had all kinds of happy thoughts. The neighborhood could really use another young person who isn’t running a home based felony. I didn’t have much time to think. They were only inside for a few moments came out to report that the interior of the house is in worse shape and needs even more work then the exterior, and I>it looks like a bomb site. She also told me how much the absentee owners are asking for it. I don’t need property values that low this close to my house. The place is so cheap that I wouldn’t be surprised it didn’t end up as a premium in a box of Cracker Jack.
Puppy School Week 3
The trainer called Dogger The Star of the Class. My Dogger! And she even performed what she was supposed to perform! The first time. We do have to work on her focus but if I give her enough dog chewies she can be very focused. Next week we start the really hard stuff – Sitting and Staying. This is not a talent she has shown yet, she will sit but she won’t stay.
Pet Psychic
I was afraid that Kitty was going to catch the fleas that have fled Dogger. Caught and landed. Fleas all over the house have part of Kitty stuffed and mounted over their fireplaces. This time I’m not going to waste a trip to the vet just to be told that yes, my animal does have fleas, and yes I do need to buy some Frontline™ and yes, I can write the vet a big check. So instead I wrote a comparatively smaller check to some online vet med site and at some point in the near future I will have my Frontline™ and my kitty will have his groove back.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
One Sick Puppy
Scratchscatchscratch Dogger, stop it. Scratchscratchscatch Stop it!, here have a cookie! No! Stop itching My Dog Has Fleas. A lot of fleas, enough that if you sit right down next to her, you can see an odd flea, fleeing. It’s a good thing I got a new prescription when I did, cause I wouldn’t want to miss getting to see stuff like this.
There was some left over medicated dog shampoo from the last dermatological mishap and I started to bath her with that. Cue the sounds of tiny high pitched cries as fleas jumped to their deaths. I thought that a few baths with this stuff should do the trick. Scratchscratchscatch.
I wasn’t really trying to ignore her discomfort. It’s just that every time she gets little uncomfortable I get a lot poorer. I have a vet that thinks all her clients are people with good jobs and designer pets who go to her practice because it’s all about treatment options and dog dialysis and operating on Fidos pancreas. I went there initially because it was close to my apartment and Kitty had just worn out his welcome at the first place I went. I had a cat and I needed a vet. A vet that didn’t tell me I couldn’t come back unless I let them tranq Kitty into oblivion for a rabies shot! I needed a vet.
Last summer when Dogger and I had to visit Vetastic just before vacation. She confused me with someone who could pay hundreds of dollars for an itchy dog. When I told her I wanted her to keep in mind that my dog has in theory her very own DNR order, she looked at me like a dog abuser and told me she wanted to run a lot of very expensive tests and labs and other pricey vet things that were the patient me? I wouldn’t be getting even with insurance. I was like, this isn’t Animal Planet and we aren’t on Emergency Vets and unlike EV, they don’t offer payment plans.
And ya know what those expensive tests showed last summer? Nothing, bupkis. It showed that she was itchy.
So I go back with my itchy dog.
This time I score another vet. A vet while she is writing me a prescription for an (expensive, natch) antibiotic also suggested I go buy some over the counter benodryl and give the dog an oat meal bath. Saved me about $50.
No pricey tests, no labs. This time there were visible fleas, which helped a bit. But. So this time, no medicated shampoo but she did give me some topical spray for the itchiest areas. Dogger hates this spray, but if I corner her in her crate, she can't get away and I get a little bit of a contact high, one script for antibiotics and an order for 50 mgs of benodryl twice a day. I asked the vet if this wasn’t going to make her drowsy? I take 50 mg and it knocks me out and I weigh more then 90 lbs, 100 mgs a day would leave me catatonic . She said “She’s a Big dog, 90 lbs. She can handle it”. I’m thinking, a 90 lb sombulent dog? What am I supposed to do with her then? Use her for an ottoman? How are we going to go to Puppy School if she’s unconscious? - Why yes, we have been working very hard on Stay. See? She's staying like a champ! Good Girl! Yup. She won't move, she's very obedient I guess if she isn’t awake she isn’t going to be chewing my shoes.
Scratchscatchscratch Dogger, stop it. Scratchscratchscatch Stop it!, here have a cookie! No! Stop itching My Dog Has Fleas. A lot of fleas, enough that if you sit right down next to her, you can see an odd flea, fleeing. It’s a good thing I got a new prescription when I did, cause I wouldn’t want to miss getting to see stuff like this.
There was some left over medicated dog shampoo from the last dermatological mishap and I started to bath her with that. Cue the sounds of tiny high pitched cries as fleas jumped to their deaths. I thought that a few baths with this stuff should do the trick. Scratchscratchscatch.
I wasn’t really trying to ignore her discomfort. It’s just that every time she gets little uncomfortable I get a lot poorer. I have a vet that thinks all her clients are people with good jobs and designer pets who go to her practice because it’s all about treatment options and dog dialysis and operating on Fidos pancreas. I went there initially because it was close to my apartment and Kitty had just worn out his welcome at the first place I went. I had a cat and I needed a vet. A vet that didn’t tell me I couldn’t come back unless I let them tranq Kitty into oblivion for a rabies shot! I needed a vet.
Last summer when Dogger and I had to visit Vetastic just before vacation. She confused me with someone who could pay hundreds of dollars for an itchy dog. When I told her I wanted her to keep in mind that my dog has in theory her very own DNR order, she looked at me like a dog abuser and told me she wanted to run a lot of very expensive tests and labs and other pricey vet things that were the patient me? I wouldn’t be getting even with insurance. I was like, this isn’t Animal Planet and we aren’t on Emergency Vets and unlike EV, they don’t offer payment plans.
And ya know what those expensive tests showed last summer? Nothing, bupkis. It showed that she was itchy.
So I go back with my itchy dog.
This time I score another vet. A vet while she is writing me a prescription for an (expensive, natch) antibiotic also suggested I go buy some over the counter benodryl and give the dog an oat meal bath. Saved me about $50.
No pricey tests, no labs. This time there were visible fleas, which helped a bit. But. So this time, no medicated shampoo but she did give me some topical spray for the itchiest areas. Dogger hates this spray, but if I corner her in her crate, she can't get away and I get a little bit of a contact high, one script for antibiotics and an order for 50 mgs of benodryl twice a day. I asked the vet if this wasn’t going to make her drowsy? I take 50 mg and it knocks me out and I weigh more then 90 lbs, 100 mgs a day would leave me catatonic . She said “She’s a Big dog, 90 lbs. She can handle it”. I’m thinking, a 90 lb sombulent dog? What am I supposed to do with her then? Use her for an ottoman? How are we going to go to Puppy School if she’s unconscious? - Why yes, we have been working very hard on Stay. See? She's staying like a champ! Good Girl! Yup. She won't move, she's very obedient I guess if she isn’t awake she isn’t going to be chewing my shoes.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Not Just Another Tuesday
Today is Veterans Day. Keep these veterans in mind their mission is accomplished, ours is not. Today also marks the official date of the close of World War One.
Today is Veterans Day. Keep these veterans in mind their mission is accomplished, ours is not. Today also marks the official date of the close of World War One.
Monday, November 10, 2003
Heat Loaf
I woke up yesturday morning to both the warm bulk of Mr. Kitty curled up purring next to me and warmth and purr of my heat pump cycling on. This was kind of a surprise, kitty doesn’t usually like touching me if he’s sleeping, and I thought I had set the heater to not turn on until the water in the toilet froze over.
I struggled with staying in my nice warm bed and listening to the purr of my power bill spiraling out of control. I heaved myself out of bed, pissing of the kitty and got up and set the thermostat back to less likely trigger. I went back to sleep secure that it wouldn’t go off again. And again was woken up by the twin purrs of my power bill spiraling out of control and the kitty. Winter sucks. The weather guy promises we’ll be back to less winter and more not winter by midweek.
I love Poverty Barn . Some of you may know it by its more Common name, Big Lotts but for me it will always be Poverty Barn.
Where else can you pick up gifts for three workmates, a table lamp, toilet bowl cleaner, and a scrubbing bubbles manqué and still get out for under $31.00? . You can’t beat it with a stick. I could have picked up a very nice Christmas center piece that would have looked great on my dinning room table but I’m trying to use restraint. I don’t need a centerpiece for my dinning room table. I did really need a table lamp and while the bathroom cleaners were kind of after thoughts, I needed them too.
The lamp was a problem. Poverty Barn sells furniture now, they are very excited about it. When I finally found their lamps amid all the press board bedside table nightmares and genuine man made pleather couches - they had a few lamps, but not Big Lotts of lamps. Disappointing. Everything they had ran the gamut between really cheap and tacky and really trashy and tacky. I just wanted something cheap. They had a couple of nicer table lamps but they were too big and contemporary and bright green for the knotty pine thing I have going on in my attic room. Ideally, they would have had something with a cabin theme with moose and fish things going on, maybe some flannel. They had an ersatz painted glass lamp that might have made the cut but but it was too dark and threw no usable light at all. If I didn’t want useable light, I would tape a flash light to the cat and toss a handful of kitty treats on the floor. Not useable, but certainly entertaining. That they had covered. When I told the clerk what I was looking for he told me he thought the light up Globe was the brightest lamp they had. That would have been great if I was eleven and a geek. Why do they make lamps that don’t throw useable light? why do they make lamps that aren’t lamps. They make them and they end up at Poverty Barn.
I did finally find one that satisfied my light requirement and more or less filled the rustic thing I may be trying for up there.
That meat loaf smell you’re picking up is indeed really meat loaf. Home Made Meat Loaf made in my very own home with my very own hands. Mr. Nice Neighbor had a stroke last week. He and his wife are such nice people and it’s so sad that this happened to them. So I made them some meat loaf. I made two, one nice one for them using brand new shredded meat and one using the shredded meat of indeterminate origin that has been in my freezer for um, an indeterminate period of time.
Good news! The Loaf Of Indeterminate Origin is actually good! It isn’t nearly as much like two day old birthday cake as my last loaf and I don’t seem to have food poisoning yet! The gift loaf looks okay. I hope they like it.
I woke up yesturday morning to both the warm bulk of Mr. Kitty curled up purring next to me and warmth and purr of my heat pump cycling on. This was kind of a surprise, kitty doesn’t usually like touching me if he’s sleeping, and I thought I had set the heater to not turn on until the water in the toilet froze over.
I struggled with staying in my nice warm bed and listening to the purr of my power bill spiraling out of control. I heaved myself out of bed, pissing of the kitty and got up and set the thermostat back to less likely trigger. I went back to sleep secure that it wouldn’t go off again. And again was woken up by the twin purrs of my power bill spiraling out of control and the kitty. Winter sucks. The weather guy promises we’ll be back to less winter and more not winter by midweek.
I love Poverty Barn . Some of you may know it by its more Common name, Big Lotts but for me it will always be Poverty Barn.
Where else can you pick up gifts for three workmates, a table lamp, toilet bowl cleaner, and a scrubbing bubbles manqué and still get out for under $31.00? . You can’t beat it with a stick. I could have picked up a very nice Christmas center piece that would have looked great on my dinning room table but I’m trying to use restraint. I don’t need a centerpiece for my dinning room table. I did really need a table lamp and while the bathroom cleaners were kind of after thoughts, I needed them too.
The lamp was a problem. Poverty Barn sells furniture now, they are very excited about it. When I finally found their lamps amid all the press board bedside table nightmares and genuine man made pleather couches - they had a few lamps, but not Big Lotts of lamps. Disappointing. Everything they had ran the gamut between really cheap and tacky and really trashy and tacky. I just wanted something cheap. They had a couple of nicer table lamps but they were too big and contemporary and bright green for the knotty pine thing I have going on in my attic room. Ideally, they would have had something with a cabin theme with moose and fish things going on, maybe some flannel. They had an ersatz painted glass lamp that might have made the cut but but it was too dark and threw no usable light at all. If I didn’t want useable light, I would tape a flash light to the cat and toss a handful of kitty treats on the floor. Not useable, but certainly entertaining. That they had covered. When I told the clerk what I was looking for he told me he thought the light up Globe was the brightest lamp they had. That would have been great if I was eleven and a geek. Why do they make lamps that don’t throw useable light? why do they make lamps that aren’t lamps. They make them and they end up at Poverty Barn.
I did finally find one that satisfied my light requirement and more or less filled the rustic thing I may be trying for up there.
That meat loaf smell you’re picking up is indeed really meat loaf. Home Made Meat Loaf made in my very own home with my very own hands. Mr. Nice Neighbor had a stroke last week. He and his wife are such nice people and it’s so sad that this happened to them. So I made them some meat loaf. I made two, one nice one for them using brand new shredded meat and one using the shredded meat of indeterminate origin that has been in my freezer for um, an indeterminate period of time.
Good news! The Loaf Of Indeterminate Origin is actually good! It isn’t nearly as much like two day old birthday cake as my last loaf and I don’t seem to have food poisoning yet! The gift loaf looks okay. I hope they like it.
Sunday, November 9, 2003
Saturday, November 8, 2003
Friday, November 7, 2003
Dear Mr. Moonves…
Dear Mr. Moonves,
You dickless wonder.
Okay. Trying again. You want someone to read it and end up on an enemies list somewhere and not be able get a passport or something. You want this to be read not summarily thrown away.
Dear Mr. Moonves
You craven little man
Dial it back.
Dear Mr. Moonves,
Did one of ex-wives get your balls as part of a settlement?
Try again. Remember you aren’t a crazy person. You want to be taken seriously.
Dear Mr. Moonves,
Did you learn nothing from the Smothers Brothers debacle? Do you even remember the Smothers Brothers debacle? Do you think that history has shown that to have been a good programming decision?
Better. Keep going.
CBS just televised its 75 anniversary hand job
Watch it.
CBS just televised its 75 Anniversary special, congratulations on being at the helm of the network at such an exciting time, it must be wonderful to have a front row seat to world history and knowing that you have an hand in the way that that history will be remembered. As long as it is remembered the way a small, disturbed minority wants it to be.
A little provocative, step back.
Programming a whole network must be very challenging. You can never know that if perhaps you had reworked that cop drama sooner it may have been saved or if you had marketed that sitcom a little more aggressively it might have made it.
Off Topic.
Les you ignorant slut
More flies with honey... Again, you want him to read this. Okay, you want a minion to read it.
I understand that your viewership has dropped off in the last few years and your demographic is not what it could be. You did make the mistake of really going with a lot of Reality Shows right as the bottom was falling out of the genre. And despite the CSI franchise, your demographics are not getting any younger. This is not an excuse let special interests groups make your programming decisions for you. For instance, I hate Survivor. I really, really, really hate it – and it is still on the air. I hate it and its still on the air. See? You do have the ability to ignore special interest groups.
Moonves , you craven, right wing pawn!
Moonves you craven right wing pawn. Do you think you are serving the principles this country was founded on? Do you think our soldiers are dieing everyday to protect a theocracy controlled by fundamentalist zealots? How dare you do this while America is fighting to put down this very type of government. How many of our armed forces are going to die this week alone to protect our democratic ideals?
Not that your friends in the administration care about democratic ideals.
CBS has worked very hard for a very long time to establish its integrity. You have removed all traces of that. CBS was once a proud leader in programming. This network as brought to the American public some of the most outstanding dramas ever to be televised, sadly those days are in the past.
Boycott! Boycott! Boycott!
You are a hack Mr. Moonves. You can’t apologize, you can’t take it back, you cannot undo what you have done to America.
Screw you!
Again, nice idea bad presentation
Commie Bastard!!!
Sigh.
Yours in Christ,
Lightning will strike you dead. Try again.
Love
Puh-leese
Sincerely a member of a very attractive and sought after demographic,
Good.
Dear Mr. Moonves,
You dickless wonder.
Okay. Trying again. You want someone to read it and end up on an enemies list somewhere and not be able get a passport or something. You want this to be read not summarily thrown away.
Dear Mr. Moonves
You craven little man
Dial it back.
Dear Mr. Moonves,
Did one of ex-wives get your balls as part of a settlement?
Try again. Remember you aren’t a crazy person. You want to be taken seriously.
Dear Mr. Moonves,
Did you learn nothing from the Smothers Brothers debacle? Do you even remember the Smothers Brothers debacle? Do you think that history has shown that to have been a good programming decision?
Better. Keep going.
CBS just televised its 75 anniversary hand job
Watch it.
CBS just televised its 75 Anniversary special, congratulations on being at the helm of the network at such an exciting time, it must be wonderful to have a front row seat to world history and knowing that you have an hand in the way that that history will be remembered. As long as it is remembered the way a small, disturbed minority wants it to be.
A little provocative, step back.
Programming a whole network must be very challenging. You can never know that if perhaps you had reworked that cop drama sooner it may have been saved or if you had marketed that sitcom a little more aggressively it might have made it.
Off Topic.
Les you ignorant slut
More flies with honey... Again, you want him to read this. Okay, you want a minion to read it.
I understand that your viewership has dropped off in the last few years and your demographic is not what it could be. You did make the mistake of really going with a lot of Reality Shows right as the bottom was falling out of the genre. And despite the CSI franchise, your demographics are not getting any younger. This is not an excuse let special interests groups make your programming decisions for you. For instance, I hate Survivor. I really, really, really hate it – and it is still on the air. I hate it and its still on the air. See? You do have the ability to ignore special interest groups.
Moonves , you craven, right wing pawn!
Moonves you craven right wing pawn. Do you think you are serving the principles this country was founded on? Do you think our soldiers are dieing everyday to protect a theocracy controlled by fundamentalist zealots? How dare you do this while America is fighting to put down this very type of government. How many of our armed forces are going to die this week alone to protect our democratic ideals?
Not that your friends in the administration care about democratic ideals.
CBS has worked very hard for a very long time to establish its integrity. You have removed all traces of that. CBS was once a proud leader in programming. This network as brought to the American public some of the most outstanding dramas ever to be televised, sadly those days are in the past.
Boycott! Boycott! Boycott!
You are a hack Mr. Moonves. You can’t apologize, you can’t take it back, you cannot undo what you have done to America.
Screw you!
Again, nice idea bad presentation
Commie Bastard!!!
Sigh.
Yours in Christ,
Lightning will strike you dead. Try again.
Love
Puh-leese
Sincerely a member of a very attractive and sought after demographic,
Good.
Thursday, November 6, 2003
Boycott CBS
Today’s rant is brought to you by CBS. I am ranting about how CBS knuckled under to the Cult of Reagan and the jackbooted Republican Brown Shirts and their Thought Police. And I am calling for a boycott of advertisers of CBS. I did a google search thinking that someone else must be just as outraged at their gutless genuflecting to the COR and the JRBS and the TP as I am – there were a lot of boycotts 61 pages of references to boycotts against CBS. At one time or another the Muslims, the Hispanics, the White Power thugs and several groups really mad at Dan Rather have all threatened CBS their advertisers, employees and venders with boycotts. The COR has been very vocal about That Movie. Did you now that there is a Cult Of Reagan? I bet they all go to their Khristan Mega Churches on Sundays and then go home and practice their dark COR arts. They worship him. I hate Ronald Reagon.
Reagan was and is ignorant, bigoted, mean spirited and crass. The fact he has Alzheimer’s does not diminish or excuse his evil works. Alzheimer’s happens to the rich and the poor, the evil and the pure, it makes no judgments and it is not a punishment. It does not make a saint into a sinner or a sinner into a saint. Just because he is ill now does not make up for a lifetime of bad acts. He and his version of the GOP set race relations in the country back by decades. He is the reason there is so much polemics about Liberals. He did this. He is, was and ever shall be malevolent.
He and his minions went into the churches and told them that if the democrats ever came to power in any capacity, they the Good Khristians would go to hell. That everything they held sacred would be outlawed and they would be pushed underground. Only Good King Reagan could save them. And they believed him. He validated every racist, sexist, homophobic mouth breather in the country. He empowered every loser who felt he wasn’t getting ahead because some woman or minority had a better job or more education then he did. He and his followers told White Men that they were victims of the Civil Rights Movement and women’s fight for equality. That anything good for anyone else was bad for them. That anyone who wasn’t like them was going to ruin their lives and upend the status quo. Also, the commies were coming to take their women and eat their dawgs.
I only watch two shows on CBS. I’m not going to stop watching, I’m not a Neilson Family and it wouldn’t matter. I am going to note who their sponsors are and I am going to write letters to them asking how they can align themselves with such a company. I wrote two mean, nasty emails to CBS about their shameless buckling under to the cultists and oddly I haven’t heard back. Les Moonves is next. I have his address and his fax number. Write him and tell him what you think of CBS .
I know that I can never watch any of their shows from their nightly news to their sitcoms with out knowing that everything I watch has been vetted by the Right Wing. CBS has been tainted and whatever integrity they had has been compromised. They let the ultra right wing decide their programming. What will they let the Right Wing decide next? What will you not be watching? Learning? or Hearing? What voices will be silenced? what issues will not be discussed? What lies are we going to be told? What lies have we all ready been told? We can no longer trust CBS.
Mr. Les Moonves, CEO
CBS-TV
7800 Beverly Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90036
Fax: 323-653-8276
Today’s rant is brought to you by CBS. I am ranting about how CBS knuckled under to the Cult of Reagan and the jackbooted Republican Brown Shirts and their Thought Police. And I am calling for a boycott of advertisers of CBS. I did a google search thinking that someone else must be just as outraged at their gutless genuflecting to the COR and the JRBS and the TP as I am – there were a lot of boycotts 61 pages of references to boycotts against CBS. At one time or another the Muslims, the Hispanics, the White Power thugs and several groups really mad at Dan Rather have all threatened CBS their advertisers, employees and venders with boycotts. The COR has been very vocal about That Movie. Did you now that there is a Cult Of Reagan? I bet they all go to their Khristan Mega Churches on Sundays and then go home and practice their dark COR arts. They worship him. I hate Ronald Reagon.
Reagan was and is ignorant, bigoted, mean spirited and crass. The fact he has Alzheimer’s does not diminish or excuse his evil works. Alzheimer’s happens to the rich and the poor, the evil and the pure, it makes no judgments and it is not a punishment. It does not make a saint into a sinner or a sinner into a saint. Just because he is ill now does not make up for a lifetime of bad acts. He and his version of the GOP set race relations in the country back by decades. He is the reason there is so much polemics about Liberals. He did this. He is, was and ever shall be malevolent.
He and his minions went into the churches and told them that if the democrats ever came to power in any capacity, they the Good Khristians would go to hell. That everything they held sacred would be outlawed and they would be pushed underground. Only Good King Reagan could save them. And they believed him. He validated every racist, sexist, homophobic mouth breather in the country. He empowered every loser who felt he wasn’t getting ahead because some woman or minority had a better job or more education then he did. He and his followers told White Men that they were victims of the Civil Rights Movement and women’s fight for equality. That anything good for anyone else was bad for them. That anyone who wasn’t like them was going to ruin their lives and upend the status quo. Also, the commies were coming to take their women and eat their dawgs.
I only watch two shows on CBS. I’m not going to stop watching, I’m not a Neilson Family and it wouldn’t matter. I am going to note who their sponsors are and I am going to write letters to them asking how they can align themselves with such a company. I wrote two mean, nasty emails to CBS about their shameless buckling under to the cultists and oddly I haven’t heard back. Les Moonves is next. I have his address and his fax number. Write him and tell him what you think of CBS .
I know that I can never watch any of their shows from their nightly news to their sitcoms with out knowing that everything I watch has been vetted by the Right Wing. CBS has been tainted and whatever integrity they had has been compromised. They let the ultra right wing decide their programming. What will they let the Right Wing decide next? What will you not be watching? Learning? or Hearing? What voices will be silenced? what issues will not be discussed? What lies are we going to be told? What lies have we all ready been told? We can no longer trust CBS.
Mr. Les Moonves, CEO
CBS-TV
7800 Beverly Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90036
Fax: 323-653-8276
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
Puppy School, week 2
It rained off and on yesterday just to mock me. It finally made up its mind to stop, and after a rain out last week, we proceeded.
We had a new puppy in class. A pit bull mix. Emphasis on the pit bull part. A real little hellion. I mean people can say what they will about Dogger – at least she doesn’t bite to draw blood and if she does bite it isn’t just because I asked her to sit and the only person she has really put her teeth on is me. The Pitts’ carrying on did get the other dogs attention. The Shepard was all You know, if you want me to, I’ll go tear out that impudent curs throat, I will, two hits, I hit it and it hits the ground. Over. Give me the word and Cujo is part of the pavement, Dogger thought Cujo was having a really good time, Ooo! Can I play! That doggy is dancing the Dance of The Crossing of The Intersection! What moves she has! Lets go play!!! snarling? barking? wait. I can go step on him, okay? the other puppy was just hoping the big dogs didn’t take him out as a warm up.
Today Dogger showed that while she can and will do what she is supposed to, she prefers to not do it for an audience. For the trainer she would sit, but it was sloppy and with bad posture. I didn’t even know she had bad posture. I go tug, tug, tug on the leash and she sits down. I come to a halt, she sits down. For the trainer? Phhht. She did do it, and well, but not in the neat and tidy way she does it for me. My dog at least didn’t bite anyone.
I was again impressed by the Shepard. You can tell that the dog knows that in whatever group of dogs she may be in, that she is the dominate dog. She just is. The other dogs all kind of messed around and play fought with each other, as much as they could on leashes, but they didn’t mess with her. They knew. I’ve really enjoyed getting to pet her and visit. The German Shepard’s I’ve ever been around have all been either police dogs or hardcore guard dogs and neither of those two populations are really all about having people pet their noses and talk baby talk to them. This dog is all ready far and away the star pupil of the class. Dogger is still teachers pet though. Not as smart, but twice as much of a brown noser.
Last time class met we worked on the tug, tug sit thing. This week we did that and added heeling. This is going to be tough for me, I’m going to have to pay attention. He did say we should just be doing it in our drive ways this week, Dogger and I can do that we can do right turns. A lot of right turns. I’ve gotten really lazy with our walks. Both in the taking and the training. She’s been a bitch about the leash climbing too, so we’ve switched back to her short leash. It sucks to walk her with it. I can’t believe that I did for so long. The 6 foot leash rocks.
Heeling is also not the command that I thought it was. I’ve used “heel” with her, not that it works. It’s just yanking on her leash and having her briefly, pull less. She’s a lot better then she used to be with that, “pulling” when she was younger was more “tearing my arm out of socket” and “dislocating my shoulder”. The pinch collar was a God send. But now, ha, ha, but now, she is really used to being pinched. She doesn’t care. So what should be a behavior modifying experience is just pinches her instead of modifying her. Heeling is really getting her to walk beside me on a lose leash and doing it all the time. All. The. Time. We’re going to have to work on that.
Damned if I do, Damaged if I don’t.
It rained off and on yesterday just to mock me. It finally made up its mind to stop, and after a rain out last week, we proceeded.
We had a new puppy in class. A pit bull mix. Emphasis on the pit bull part. A real little hellion. I mean people can say what they will about Dogger – at least she doesn’t bite to draw blood and if she does bite it isn’t just because I asked her to sit and the only person she has really put her teeth on is me. The Pitts’ carrying on did get the other dogs attention. The Shepard was all You know, if you want me to, I’ll go tear out that impudent curs throat, I will, two hits, I hit it and it hits the ground. Over. Give me the word and Cujo is part of the pavement, Dogger thought Cujo was having a really good time, Ooo! Can I play! That doggy is dancing the Dance of The Crossing of The Intersection! What moves she has! Lets go play!!! snarling? barking? wait. I can go step on him, okay? the other puppy was just hoping the big dogs didn’t take him out as a warm up.
Today Dogger showed that while she can and will do what she is supposed to, she prefers to not do it for an audience. For the trainer she would sit, but it was sloppy and with bad posture. I didn’t even know she had bad posture. I go tug, tug, tug on the leash and she sits down. I come to a halt, she sits down. For the trainer? Phhht. She did do it, and well, but not in the neat and tidy way she does it for me. My dog at least didn’t bite anyone.
I was again impressed by the Shepard. You can tell that the dog knows that in whatever group of dogs she may be in, that she is the dominate dog. She just is. The other dogs all kind of messed around and play fought with each other, as much as they could on leashes, but they didn’t mess with her. They knew. I’ve really enjoyed getting to pet her and visit. The German Shepard’s I’ve ever been around have all been either police dogs or hardcore guard dogs and neither of those two populations are really all about having people pet their noses and talk baby talk to them. This dog is all ready far and away the star pupil of the class. Dogger is still teachers pet though. Not as smart, but twice as much of a brown noser.
Last time class met we worked on the tug, tug sit thing. This week we did that and added heeling. This is going to be tough for me, I’m going to have to pay attention. He did say we should just be doing it in our drive ways this week, Dogger and I can do that we can do right turns. A lot of right turns. I’ve gotten really lazy with our walks. Both in the taking and the training. She’s been a bitch about the leash climbing too, so we’ve switched back to her short leash. It sucks to walk her with it. I can’t believe that I did for so long. The 6 foot leash rocks.
Heeling is also not the command that I thought it was. I’ve used “heel” with her, not that it works. It’s just yanking on her leash and having her briefly, pull less. She’s a lot better then she used to be with that, “pulling” when she was younger was more “tearing my arm out of socket” and “dislocating my shoulder”. The pinch collar was a God send. But now, ha, ha, but now, she is really used to being pinched. She doesn’t care. So what should be a behavior modifying experience is just pinches her instead of modifying her. Heeling is really getting her to walk beside me on a lose leash and doing it all the time. All. The. Time. We’re going to have to work on that.
Damned if I do, Damaged if I don’t.
Tuesday, November 4, 2003
Little Red Riding Hoods
My father is in town and I can hear him the in the next room talking to Dogger. I don’t have many conversations with her, we don’t have that much to talk about "So, Dogger, what did you do today? Did you see that story in the paper about that thing that happened at that place to those people? Wasn’t it terrible/wonderful/a PR nightmare?", Dogger looks at me and says "I didn’t eat the cat today. Give me a snack".
I have conversations with Brosky and Alphagals dogs. They are great conversationalists. It may be that I have known them longer and we have more of a history but I don’t have to interrupt myself every few seconds with NO! No! Put That Down STOP it! Ow! No Biting NO! it kind of makes me lose my place and my desire to chat.
My nephdogs on the other hand are perfect. I can have discussions with them about things other then what’s for dinner or what room mate they did not eat today, although they both tend to turn the conversation to dinner an awful lot. The big dog lies about eating. He will suck his little cheeks in and whine like he didn’t just eat his dinner and the dinner of the little anorexic dog." I’m a Poor Pathetic Dog, and I am starving", so I say "Oh, you poor pathetic, starving dog! I will feed you. What a nice boy!". Liar Dog. Good thing he is such a handsome dog, you have to be really good looking to get away with that kind of shit.
Dogger is also a very attractive dog. I think she suffers from the Pretty Girl Syndrome. She knows that her good looks are going to open doors and boxes of snacks for her so she really doesn’t bother with getting smarter or staying up on current events. She doesn’t have to, she’s pretty.
She is enrolled in Puppy School and I am hoping that this will open her mind to education and self improvement. I think she’s hoping it will open boxes of snacks. I am afraid she is just going to shame herself. The Puppy School instructor was very excited about her, sigh, class got rained out last week and I know I didn’t drill enough on the one skill we did learned. She is sitting on command, more or less but that wasn’t the skill. It was tug, tug, tug on the lose leash and sitting. We did that, she did that. And then. And then it got dark and I lost my daylight . Now I have to rush around just to get Dogger on a walk by 5 pm. Sigh. We can’t walk and drill and get back before it gets dark. Even with a big dog, I’m not walking in my neighborhood in the dark.
How did Halloween work for ya’ll? Get many kids at your door? I got two groups, actually, one kid and one group. I even dressed up! I was all dressed and ready to go, and the kids were ready to trick or treat in a different neighborhood. I have enough individually wrapped, snack sized bags of pretzels to start my own airline. I would take them to work but health care workers would eat their own hands if you dipped them in chocolate – and they would eat that before they ate anything as healthy as pretzels. They all know the risks associated with living forever and they have no intention of doing so. I’m not going to eat them and they won’t get eaten at work either. Anybody want a bunch of individually wrapped, snack sized pretzels?
I put a lot of thought into my costume for this year. Last year I was really cute but it was hard to keep myself motivated between door bells. I eventually took most of it off and then had to rush to get myself put back together and then I don’t think anyone noticed I was dressed up anyway. Maybe in their worlds grown women dress in red velvet opera cloaks casually. Maybe they knew somehow that I had no heat. Maybe little red riding hood doesn’t live in this neighborhood. The hoods who wear red here go by a different name and they are wolves. Grandma doesn’t let anyone into her house. Her grandkids know better then to just show up. Grandma shoots first, checks I.D later.
My father is in town and I can hear him the in the next room talking to Dogger. I don’t have many conversations with her, we don’t have that much to talk about "So, Dogger, what did you do today? Did you see that story in the paper about that thing that happened at that place to those people? Wasn’t it terrible/wonderful/a PR nightmare?", Dogger looks at me and says "I didn’t eat the cat today. Give me a snack".
I have conversations with Brosky and Alphagals dogs. They are great conversationalists. It may be that I have known them longer and we have more of a history but I don’t have to interrupt myself every few seconds with NO! No! Put That Down STOP it! Ow! No Biting NO! it kind of makes me lose my place and my desire to chat.
My nephdogs on the other hand are perfect. I can have discussions with them about things other then what’s for dinner or what room mate they did not eat today, although they both tend to turn the conversation to dinner an awful lot. The big dog lies about eating. He will suck his little cheeks in and whine like he didn’t just eat his dinner and the dinner of the little anorexic dog." I’m a Poor Pathetic Dog, and I am starving", so I say "Oh, you poor pathetic, starving dog! I will feed you. What a nice boy!". Liar Dog. Good thing he is such a handsome dog, you have to be really good looking to get away with that kind of shit.
Dogger is also a very attractive dog. I think she suffers from the Pretty Girl Syndrome. She knows that her good looks are going to open doors and boxes of snacks for her so she really doesn’t bother with getting smarter or staying up on current events. She doesn’t have to, she’s pretty.
She is enrolled in Puppy School and I am hoping that this will open her mind to education and self improvement. I think she’s hoping it will open boxes of snacks. I am afraid she is just going to shame herself. The Puppy School instructor was very excited about her, sigh, class got rained out last week and I know I didn’t drill enough on the one skill we did learned. She is sitting on command, more or less but that wasn’t the skill. It was tug, tug, tug on the lose leash and sitting. We did that, she did that. And then. And then it got dark and I lost my daylight . Now I have to rush around just to get Dogger on a walk by 5 pm. Sigh. We can’t walk and drill and get back before it gets dark. Even with a big dog, I’m not walking in my neighborhood in the dark.
How did Halloween work for ya’ll? Get many kids at your door? I got two groups, actually, one kid and one group. I even dressed up! I was all dressed and ready to go, and the kids were ready to trick or treat in a different neighborhood. I have enough individually wrapped, snack sized bags of pretzels to start my own airline. I would take them to work but health care workers would eat their own hands if you dipped them in chocolate – and they would eat that before they ate anything as healthy as pretzels. They all know the risks associated with living forever and they have no intention of doing so. I’m not going to eat them and they won’t get eaten at work either. Anybody want a bunch of individually wrapped, snack sized pretzels?
I put a lot of thought into my costume for this year. Last year I was really cute but it was hard to keep myself motivated between door bells. I eventually took most of it off and then had to rush to get myself put back together and then I don’t think anyone noticed I was dressed up anyway. Maybe in their worlds grown women dress in red velvet opera cloaks casually. Maybe they knew somehow that I had no heat. Maybe little red riding hood doesn’t live in this neighborhood. The hoods who wear red here go by a different name and they are wolves. Grandma doesn’t let anyone into her house. Her grandkids know better then to just show up. Grandma shoots first, checks I.D later.
Monday, November 3, 2003
Love Thy Neighbor
I came home yesterday afternoon and got ready to turn into my driveway. Emphasis on my driveway.
One of the Drug Dealers customers was blocking my drive way. This is not unusual. I do a u-y in the street and by the time I’m back to my drive way the offending vehicle has moved. Sometimes.
Most of the time I do the u turn thing and creep up behind the disobedient car and wait. And creep up closer to their bumper and wait. I am not willing to work any harder then that at getting them to move, I don’t have to. Its my drive way and they are in the way, they can move. I am not going to honk, unless I have to; I hate that sound and besides, it is between me and the offending car not the rest of the neighborhood.
So I creep up on their bumper, hands on the wheel and look at them. Sometimes I look at them and smile in an encouraging and non judgmental way, you are going to move your car, I know you are, you just haven’t yet. Sometimes I look at them and smile in a Hello! I’m here, hello! Move your car, okay? Kind of way. It irks me when I have to Look at them in any way. Because looking at the at the back of some ones head who knows for damn sure they are blocking my drive way and know I am there now and still aren’t trying to move their car really pisses me off. They studiously ignore me. Bastards.
If there isn’t anyone in the car I might tap the horn a little. Sometimes there is a Look Out outside the Drug Dealers house and if I get that persons attention he will go inside and the car will get moved. Not a problem. No harm no foul.
In the case there is a person in the car and they continue to ignore me and the car on their bumper, I start to send Move Your Car NOW vibes. If the simple MYCN vibes aren’t getting the drivers attention I start thinking more vehement MYCN vibes Move Your Car Now Damn It, movemovemoveyourcarnowdamnit. Usually by this time, they will heave a deep sigh ( I watch them get all heave-y) and the car gets moved. Or Not. Heaving a sigh or laughing, I can’t always tell. Bastards.
If they are still not moving the car I may open my window and think out loud, using their maiden tongue Move Your Mutha Fuckin’ Car, Mutha fucka. This doesn’t always work since I whisper.
Then I roll up the window and start shouting Move Your God Damned Car, God Damn it You Mutha’ Fucker. NOWNOWNOWNOW!!!AAAAAHHHHHH while I bang my head on the back of the seat and wave my arms around in a I am very angry, I have Liddy Dole on Speed Dial, mutha fucka way. The sight of the white girl losing her shit in the car has in the past got the driver to move the car because the freaked out white girl might get out of her car and cause a scene that could get one of the elderly neighbors to call 911 because they heard a woman outside screaming obscenities. Or even worse, and far more terror causing, I may call 911 myself, and scream about drug dealers.
After I have lost my shit in the car and the disruptive car is still blocking my drive way, I get out of the car and slam the door very, very hard. It’s bad for the car but it helps me work out aggression.
Yesterday, I was ignored all the way to door slamming. I slammed the door, gave the driver of the shameless car a hard look and stomped up my drive way to look in on my garlic. I was still in the drive way when the Drug Dealer came out roaring out of his house, screaming at the top of his lungs at the car and its obviously malevolent driver Move yo’ Mutha Fucking Car! Move it Right Now!! Move Your Mutha Fucking Car!! Don’t you EVER block that drive way! That lady ( with the cell phone and Tom Ridge on speed dial) lives there! Move your fucking car!!!
My Knight in Shining Kevlar.
I came home yesterday afternoon and got ready to turn into my driveway. Emphasis on my driveway.
One of the Drug Dealers customers was blocking my drive way. This is not unusual. I do a u-y in the street and by the time I’m back to my drive way the offending vehicle has moved. Sometimes.
Most of the time I do the u turn thing and creep up behind the disobedient car and wait. And creep up closer to their bumper and wait. I am not willing to work any harder then that at getting them to move, I don’t have to. Its my drive way and they are in the way, they can move. I am not going to honk, unless I have to; I hate that sound and besides, it is between me and the offending car not the rest of the neighborhood.
So I creep up on their bumper, hands on the wheel and look at them. Sometimes I look at them and smile in an encouraging and non judgmental way, you are going to move your car, I know you are, you just haven’t yet. Sometimes I look at them and smile in a Hello! I’m here, hello! Move your car, okay? Kind of way. It irks me when I have to Look at them in any way. Because looking at the at the back of some ones head who knows for damn sure they are blocking my drive way and know I am there now and still aren’t trying to move their car really pisses me off. They studiously ignore me. Bastards.
If there isn’t anyone in the car I might tap the horn a little. Sometimes there is a Look Out outside the Drug Dealers house and if I get that persons attention he will go inside and the car will get moved. Not a problem. No harm no foul.
In the case there is a person in the car and they continue to ignore me and the car on their bumper, I start to send Move Your Car NOW vibes. If the simple MYCN vibes aren’t getting the drivers attention I start thinking more vehement MYCN vibes Move Your Car Now Damn It, movemovemoveyourcarnowdamnit. Usually by this time, they will heave a deep sigh ( I watch them get all heave-y) and the car gets moved. Or Not. Heaving a sigh or laughing, I can’t always tell. Bastards.
If they are still not moving the car I may open my window and think out loud, using their maiden tongue Move Your Mutha Fuckin’ Car, Mutha fucka. This doesn’t always work since I whisper.
Then I roll up the window and start shouting Move Your God Damned Car, God Damn it You Mutha’ Fucker. NOWNOWNOWNOW!!!AAAAAHHHHHH while I bang my head on the back of the seat and wave my arms around in a I am very angry, I have Liddy Dole on Speed Dial, mutha fucka way. The sight of the white girl losing her shit in the car has in the past got the driver to move the car because the freaked out white girl might get out of her car and cause a scene that could get one of the elderly neighbors to call 911 because they heard a woman outside screaming obscenities. Or even worse, and far more terror causing, I may call 911 myself, and scream about drug dealers.
After I have lost my shit in the car and the disruptive car is still blocking my drive way, I get out of the car and slam the door very, very hard. It’s bad for the car but it helps me work out aggression.
Yesterday, I was ignored all the way to door slamming. I slammed the door, gave the driver of the shameless car a hard look and stomped up my drive way to look in on my garlic. I was still in the drive way when the Drug Dealer came out roaring out of his house, screaming at the top of his lungs at the car and its obviously malevolent driver Move yo’ Mutha Fucking Car! Move it Right Now!! Move Your Mutha Fucking Car!! Don’t you EVER block that drive way! That lady ( with the cell phone and Tom Ridge on speed dial) lives there! Move your fucking car!!!
My Knight in Shining Kevlar.
Sunday, November 2, 2003
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