Well, be careful what you wish for. A mere week into my new obsession and I have a new pet. Sadly, it is not a Boston Terrier.
It’s our old family cat Mei-Mei whose habit of terrorizing my parents’ other cat and leaving angry vengeful turds everywhere almost got her euthanized but somehow landed her in the lap of luxury at my mini mansion instead. It is because I am weak.
And I am running my dishwasher tonight for the first time since her arrival a few days ago. So as I slipped under the covers these are the words I just found myself saying to the cat staring wild-eyed at the bedroom door and gripping the foot of my bed like one would the steering wheel of a car going over a cliff: “Mei-mei, stop freaking out… and please don’t poop in here.”
Cats are dumb. And they are pitiless pooping machines. If you cross them, they will get you back with their poop. End of story.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
BLAME TRON
i have a new craze.
ever since a year ago when i got a shiny new apartment all to myself and no one else, i have vehemently sworn off pets or roommates or plants or anything that depends on me and fucks up my shit. for the first time in my life, i had nice new things that had never been peed on or chewed up and i liked it. yes friends, i swore off pets FOREVER.
well, turns out FOREVER is about 14 months, because i find myself increasingly and disturbingly preoccupied with thoughts of anything with fur, feathers or soulful eyes. when no one is looking at work, i have long conversations in baby talk with Queenie the guinea pig. my friends Lindsay and David recently got into chicken husbandry so naturally this Saturday night where else was I but in the new coop hugging Medusa and Tater Tot. when I could catch them that is. chickens weren't really built for hugging and they seem to know it.
but as of today, my pet-love has finally found a more suitable target. and GET READY FOR THIS i have switched teams. YES this lifelong cat lover is wistfully fantasizing about dogs. specifically THIS DOG
yes, i'm one of those people getting a dog based on its appearance in a movie. the new(ish) TRON LEGACY featured--in addition to glacial pacing, gobs of eye makeup, and not one but TWO cg Jeff Bridges--a ridiculously adorable rescue dog named Marvin.
I AM IN LOVE
some researching online and i discover that Boston Terriers are not only dead sexy stylish with pop-art ready good looks, but also enormously popular due to being sweet, patient, cuddly, super smart, easily trained, good with kids, good with other animals AND quiet enough for apartment life.
LOVE!
and, since i'm having major technical difficulties getting my new blog off the ground (yes ANOTHER one, but it is so cool you will forget all about this one as soon as i figure out how to get it into the internet), i have nothing better to blog than ONE BOSTON TERRIER VIDEO A DAY.
this should keep me busy for a while. there are a lot of cute boston terrier videos on YouTube. I should know. I've been watching them ALL DAY.
Video #1: Boston Terriers have big heads and tiny butts. (trivia: this is why the puppies often must be delivered by cesarean. yeouch!)
enjoy!
ever since a year ago when i got a shiny new apartment all to myself and no one else, i have vehemently sworn off pets or roommates or plants or anything that depends on me and fucks up my shit. for the first time in my life, i had nice new things that had never been peed on or chewed up and i liked it. yes friends, i swore off pets FOREVER.
well, turns out FOREVER is about 14 months, because i find myself increasingly and disturbingly preoccupied with thoughts of anything with fur, feathers or soulful eyes. when no one is looking at work, i have long conversations in baby talk with Queenie the guinea pig. my friends Lindsay and David recently got into chicken husbandry so naturally this Saturday night where else was I but in the new coop hugging Medusa and Tater Tot. when I could catch them that is. chickens weren't really built for hugging and they seem to know it.
but as of today, my pet-love has finally found a more suitable target. and GET READY FOR THIS i have switched teams. YES this lifelong cat lover is wistfully fantasizing about dogs. specifically THIS DOG
I AM IN LOVE
some researching online and i discover that Boston Terriers are not only dead sexy stylish with pop-art ready good looks, but also enormously popular due to being sweet, patient, cuddly, super smart, easily trained, good with kids, good with other animals AND quiet enough for apartment life.
LOVE!
and, since i'm having major technical difficulties getting my new blog off the ground (yes ANOTHER one, but it is so cool you will forget all about this one as soon as i figure out how to get it into the internet), i have nothing better to blog than ONE BOSTON TERRIER VIDEO A DAY.
this should keep me busy for a while. there are a lot of cute boston terrier videos on YouTube. I should know. I've been watching them ALL DAY.
Video #1: Boston Terriers have big heads and tiny butts. (trivia: this is why the puppies often must be delivered by cesarean. yeouch!)
enjoy!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
I shouldn't meet people I admire because it doesn't turn out well
A few weeks ago, I got to see one of my favorite groups live: Electric Six. Afterwards, my friends managed to get Dick Valentine to take a picture with us. I got to be the one with my arm around Dick Valentine! He was really sweaty and I think tired because in the first picture his eyes were wonky and half closed. Our picture-taking friend gave him shit about his wonky eye so the next picture came out with him looking extremely astonished. This was either his attempt to have open eyes or his reaction to me stroking his back while we posed. I was just savoring the moment. And I was too tongue-tied to even offer a simple, "Great show, thanks," in exchange. Now in Dick Valentine's world I am forever the ungrateful creepy silent back-rubber.
Tonight I got to see Starfucker, which really is amazing music to experience live. It completely surrounds you and fills up your senses. I think the show was a bit frustrating for the group due to some sound issues, and so when I came face to face with a sweaty, tired, but still smiling Ryan Biornstad over the merch table, again a nice, "Great show, thanks so much," would have been well placed. Instead I stared. Gripping handfuls of cash. Here's the conversation that finally got going:
Ryan: (after a pause) "Hi, how are you?"
Me: "Good, thanks!...(pause) You?"
Ryan: "Good."
Me: (long pause) "Can I have the large of the cat one, please?"
My coworker (who is the super serious Starfucker fan and the one who told me about the show and maybe later regretted telling me about the show) stepped up and offered a gracious thank you while the ungrateful creepy staring money-clutcher paid for her shirt. And stared some more.
Proximity to greatness should inspire us and give us something to aim for. But instead I get paralysis of the brain and revert to my primal cavewoman ancestry.
But at least I have a sweet-ass cat shirt. And I gave Dick Valentine a back rub.
Tonight I got to see Starfucker, which really is amazing music to experience live. It completely surrounds you and fills up your senses. I think the show was a bit frustrating for the group due to some sound issues, and so when I came face to face with a sweaty, tired, but still smiling Ryan Biornstad over the merch table, again a nice, "Great show, thanks so much," would have been well placed. Instead I stared. Gripping handfuls of cash. Here's the conversation that finally got going:
Ryan: (after a pause) "Hi, how are you?"
Me: "Good, thanks!...(pause) You?"
Ryan: "Good."
Me: (long pause) "Can I have the large of the cat one, please?"
My coworker (who is the super serious Starfucker fan and the one who told me about the show and maybe later regretted telling me about the show) stepped up and offered a gracious thank you while the ungrateful creepy staring money-clutcher paid for her shirt. And stared some more.
Proximity to greatness should inspire us and give us something to aim for. But instead I get paralysis of the brain and revert to my primal cavewoman ancestry.
But at least I have a sweet-ass cat shirt. And I gave Dick Valentine a back rub.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
little update, big pie
I am baking pie, doing this awesome craft, and listening to Starfucker, getting excited for their concert at the Neurolux tomorrow night.
I found the pie in my freezer when I got home from work tonight. I think it's the last whole food left in my kitchen. Once the pie is gone, it's just raisins and peanut butter until payday. Celery is cheap. I'll get celery and make ants on a log.
The pie is from when the Spoons were staying at my place last December. I ate their ice cream last night.
And I am using the best picture ever of the Black Keys for my craft. Stay tuned to see how it turns out!
It's starting to smell really good in here! Thank you, Spoons, for delicious abandoned pie.
I found the pie in my freezer when I got home from work tonight. I think it's the last whole food left in my kitchen. Once the pie is gone, it's just raisins and peanut butter until payday. Celery is cheap. I'll get celery and make ants on a log.
The pie is from when the Spoons were staying at my place last December. I ate their ice cream last night.
And I am using the best picture ever of the Black Keys for my craft. Stay tuned to see how it turns out!
It's starting to smell really good in here! Thank you, Spoons, for delicious abandoned pie.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Better Late than Never Discoveries: Butt Rock
Part of making forward progress in life is not being afraid to unabashedly throw yourself into "discovering" things that have been around for a while. So the rest of the world has known about sliced bread since the beginning of time, where were you? Who cares? It's new to you, SO GO TO TOWN!
Since watching (and loving) Megamind, the animated story of a villain who looks like a blue, big-headed Justin Timberlake and who really should have been a rock star instead (he prances around in black, spike-studded leather to tunes like "Welcome to the Jungle" and "Highway to Hell"), I have gone on a total hair metal band kick, absorbing all the information I can find on AC/DC, Guns'n'Roses, Ozzy Osbourne, and I don't even know who else because I'm just starting to build my playlists! Any suggestions?
So why did I miss this crazy train when it first came around? I was in junior high and all the mean kids were listening to this "bad music." I hated them, so I hated the music. But now as a happy adult, I'm surrounded by peers and friends who have great memories tied to this music.
I want some great 80s memories too, so I'm making them now! Why not? Just because I missed the fun side of the 80s when they were here doesn't mean it has to stay that way. The music lives on!
Since watching (and loving) Megamind, the animated story of a villain who looks like a blue, big-headed Justin Timberlake and who really should have been a rock star instead (he prances around in black, spike-studded leather to tunes like "Welcome to the Jungle" and "Highway to Hell"), I have gone on a total hair metal band kick, absorbing all the information I can find on AC/DC, Guns'n'Roses, Ozzy Osbourne, and I don't even know who else because I'm just starting to build my playlists! Any suggestions?
So why did I miss this crazy train when it first came around? I was in junior high and all the mean kids were listening to this "bad music." I hated them, so I hated the music. But now as a happy adult, I'm surrounded by peers and friends who have great memories tied to this music.
I want some great 80s memories too, so I'm making them now! Why not? Just because I missed the fun side of the 80s when they were here doesn't mean it has to stay that way. The music lives on!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
XLV
Nachos are to my stomach as Green Bay is to Pittsburgh. Sadly, not all battles on Super Bowl Sunday take place on the gridiron.
GO PACK GO!! CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!
GO PACK GO!! CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!
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