The "Mix" radio format: "We'll play a song you don't hate, maybe, if you wait long enough."about 28 minutes agofrom web
Tunku Varadarajan said Obama on The View was "the apotheosis of the anodyne." Sounds like the antidisestablishmentarianism of a douchebag.about 1 day agofrom web
My wife says I need to learn to accept praise. She's right, I suck.about 2 days agofrom web
We just donated a bunch of books to the Library. Or as I like to call it, Closer Than the Dump.about 2 days agofrom web
hahaaa... putting the "ACH" in "Also Sprach Zarathustra"...http://bit.ly/9XB7k7 [youtube]about 2 days agofrom web
Following on from the previously posted collection of these items (click here for that collection), and in honour of our recently departed friends Tiger and Lucy, who provided as much as half the inspiration for these quips, here once again, as Triumph the Insult-Comic Dog would say, "for you to poop on", my collection of this year’s "Signed, the Dog" status updates. This may be it for these, so enjoy.
Don’t call me slow. I just make different time-choices. –signed, the dog. (The slow one.) Sun Jul 18, 2010
I’m not over-excited, you’re UNDER-excited, so ramp it up, two-legs! –signed, the dog. Sat Jul 17, 2010
"And you will know me by the trail of poop". –signed, the dog. Thu Jul 15, 2010
Of COURSE I’m not a-scared of no thunderstorm… I’m just sitting on your foot in case YOU’RE a-scared. –signed, the dog. Tue Jul 13, 2010
You’re up because I’m up, that’s why you’re up. Any more questions, morning-breath? –signed, the dog. Mon Jul 12, 2010
I chew, therefore I am… If it falls to the floor, it’s MINE! –signed, the dog.
I just went 0-for-4 in the Table Scrap Toss event. I’m a disgrace to my race. –signed, the dog. Sun Apr 2, 2010
Actually, I’m dribbling. Not drooling. There IS a difference you know. Dribbling has a much lower saliva content. –signed, the dog. Thu Apr 01, 2010
You can call me an ungrateful cur all you like, I’m not going to love you any less. Lick, lick. –signed, the dog. Wed Mar 31, 2010
I’ll pee when I’m ready to pee, and when I find the perfect spot. Telling me "hurry up" is not going help either of us. –signed, the dog. Tue Mar 30, 2010
Dude, it was a CAT, I had to try. It’s what I do. That arm should pop right back in the socket. –signed, the dog.
Incredibly, there is more sad news today… After having lost our bulldog, presumably to old age, just this morning (see previous post) word comes that our German Shepherd Lucy had to be put down.
Lynda, who is in the city for a few days, had tried to see Lucy earlier in the week, but was told she had a sore leg and they wanted to keep her off it. So she thought she’d try later in the week. Well today, they had Lucy in to the vet, and it turned out she had cancer, and it had spread into her bones. There was no choice.
Lucy was my first dog. I’d been around them, Lynda had dogs, but never had my own dog. Lucy was intended to be a companion for my mother-in-law, but proved to be more than Doreen could safely manage. Having been abused as a puppy and reclaimed by the breeder, Lucy was quite skittish and difficult. But I won her over with cheese, and she was my best friend for ever after. She pretty much adopted ME at that point.
She was always so gentle and timid with us, that it was surprising that she became as aggressive as she did towards other people. Fiercely protective, I guess, of her hard-won family stability. Which made it that much more painful to have to send her away.
I just said to Doreen this morning that when Lucy finally does go, it will be like mourning her loss all over again. Who knew it would happen the same day as Tiger… funny how these things go…
A couple of months ago we lost Lucy, our German Shepherd. See Goodbye Lucy (May 14, 3010). But she’s still living on the farm and we can visit her from time to time.
But this morning we lost our dear sweet bulldog, Tiger. For real.
She’d not been well the last couple of days, but gamely rallied for pee breaks, tackling the stairs (slowly) to join the other dogs for a trip out back. Last night, with some encouragement, she managed to hop up into her favourite chair to go to sleep.
This morning I found her under the bed. She was gone.
Sadly, my wife Lynda is out of town, but Doreen (my mother-in-law) and I saw Tiger off to the vet, and arranged for her cremation. On the ride home, we recalled when Tiger was just a little puppy, and we were sitting on the deck at our old house, playing pass-the-bulldog, handing her around from person to person like some precious artifact… which of course she was…
There is a limit of three dogs per household in our municipality, so we had to license Tiger under Doreen’s name, since she lives in a different municipality (albeit just down the road). So I’m glad she got to see her off. They were the best of friends.
Shown here held together only by gravity, friction, and maybe static electricity, this is a dry fit of my work-in-progress black walnut footstool. The lid will be 3/4-inch Baltic Birch, upholstered. The floor bottom is also Baltic Birch, and has had a coat of stain already so it shows darker. The walnut should darken up just from the poly finish it will get.
I should probably notch out for the hinges BEFORE I glue this puppy together, I’m just thinking now…
One for red wine, one for white. The red is made of padauk, the white is curly maple. The stopper is made of black titanium. These two are spoken for, but I’d love to make you one.
These are fun little boxes, all made from the same chunk of wood, which was actually two layers of padauk sandwiching a layer of purpleheart. The insides are coated with blue flocking.
A pair of mallards doing their best to erode the shoreline of our little pond. No sign of them nesting here again this year though, which is probably for the best.
