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Oh, Internet

I know, I know.  It’s been a while.  It’s been snowing like we’re in New England or something, plus there have been boxes to move (long story – I didn’t move) and work to do and a new semester of grad school to start and WHEW!  It’s exhausting being a massive underachiever.  Underachiever because I don’t feel like I have a handle on anything PER SE, but I’m doing OK.  See?  It’s OK.  I’m not doing GRAND, mainly because I hate winter and because grad school is hard and because I’m not excelling in everything I do and touch.

But enough about me!  Let’s talk about my dog.  He’s adjusting to a new companion.  My parents’ dog Bailey came to live with us for a little while.  She’s about twice Jake’s size and three times his age.  They are getting along, however.  How could they not?  Look at that face!

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They are still getting used to each other, so I don’t have any hilarious videos of them playing yet, but they do some funny stuff.  I’ll save that for another post.

Since it had been since December since I visited my own website (for shame!) I decided to weed out the spam comments, since I can’t figure out how to turn my Askimet on (Blog Daddy, help me!), and I came across some fun ones.

from penislargementy.com
“Brim over I to but I dream the post should acquire more info then it has.”

–Had I know for to your comment earlier may have deleted some.

from granvillepolice.org
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–guess it’s hard times for the Granville Police.  Actually, it’s a real website, for a police force in a town called Granville, MA.  I’m sure some hacking is involved here, though their site is a little weird.  Not at all government-y.  Maybe a fake?  Who knows.

from thekochfamilyblog.com
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–again, either the Koch family has fallen on hard times, unless their site got hacked or whatever.  Because I doubt they want to use pictures of their kids hanging Christmas ornaments to sell valium or whatever.  **Incidentally – I realize that “Hacked” is an antiquated term or whatever and I don’t care.  Correct me if you want to.  At least THAT would be a legitimate comment.

from home-businessreviews.com
“just became a member of this forum here”
“enjoy the environment around here”
“enjoy the quality of the posts”

–this is a really lame business tactic.  This is not a forum, nor is it an environment.  It is more like a dry and desolate desert, akin to something out of The Gunslinger, where you expect to see tumbleweeds at any time.  That’s my fault.  I’m just sayin.’

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–Soul. Pitch.  Hustle.  That’s the most awesome name for a website ever.  I just don’t know why the website that calls itself “Da Urban Vehicle for Straight Raw Gritty Newz. From the Streetz to the Boardroom! ~It’s More Than A Lifestyle~” would want to sell me insurance.  Is this more of that internet tampering I’ve been hearing so much about?

The writer of www.notalwaysaboutmonkeys.com has written a superior article. I got your point and there is nothing to argue about. It is like the following universal truth that you can not disagree with: triangular sandwiches always taste better I will be back.

–this is a payday loan site.  It just gave me this funny mental image of a person standing in front of their fridge with their hands on their hips, saying “There’s no food in here!” and someone else saying, “Hold on a minute, let me go down to Payday Town to get some money.”  And then a song plays.  I do agree, however, that triangular sandwiches taste better.

Good post and this post helped me alot on my college assignment.  Say thank you for as your information.
(on kid stuck behind the couch post)

–if my personal opinion helped out some weird computer bug that had a college assignment about the “Kid Behind the Couch” post that went viral, OK by me.  Generic WP.  Whatevs.

thanks, very useful information.  I have been looking for something like this for a long time.

–this comment was deposited on my review of “Harvard Man,” so I very much doubt that a real live person at LargeHamsterCage (which is actually a business that sells large hamster cages – with the tubes for the hamsters to run through and stuff) was surfing the old web and really needed my insights on a weirdo straight-to-DVD POS starring the guy from Entourage.

That’s all I’ve got for tonight, Folks.  I have ten pages of prose to polish, a ton of reading to do, and lots and lots of work to do.


A couple of weeks ago we put Jake through a trial-by-fire. For some time we’ve been wondering how Jake would act around children, since we have about 800 nieces and nephews, and we’re lucky enough to be friends with the coolest almost-four-year-old ever.

We’re happy to report that Jake was a perfect gentleman. Now if he could just behave himself around my BFF Katie. Katie’s a small lady, and Jake thinks she’s his princess. Seriously. He loves her.

Here is an example of how awesome Jake acted around Emma:

Plus, how cute is this kid? Honestly…

My Dog is a Murderer

So, last night, Dwight and I are watching Castle on iTunes, because we’ve failed to set the DVR for it for the last, I don’t know, 9 weeks, and we were interested to see if it was any good. Turns out it is. We like it a lot. So we had just finished up and were doing some internet research for a project that I just started working on yesterday – it’s an idea I got from a guy I work with (Thanks, R!) and it’s actually going to turn out pretty cool. Turns out Richmond is a small enough place that you can find small degrees of seperation between darn near EVERYTHING. Anywhoo, we’re looking up stuff on the ol’ Interwebs and I hear this hellacious squawking outside. It sounded really close to the back door, and I said to Dwight, “Hon, I think Jake got a bird, can you go check?”

Sure enough, Jake is sniffing at this little blue and black birdie that is writhing around on the ground. Dwight grabs his collar and pulls him back, and the little birdie is gasping for breath and trying to move. It gives up the ghost right before my eyes. I feel awful. I look at Jake. He doesn’t feel awful. He looks extremely curious why we won’t let him go chew on his new treat, and kind of excited that we’re both out there paying attention to him and saying his name, but there is no guilt.

**I know what you’re thinking, and dogs CAN feel guilt. Maybe not all dogs, but some of ’em. I’ve seen it.

Anyway. Dwight is holding on to the dog. Someone’s got to get rid of the dead bird, otherwise the rascal will eat him. I go inside, whimpering a little, because I was pretty sad, put on some surgical gloves (my dad bought a bulk box so that I wouldn’t do housework with my bare hands and I had an unfortunate accident with the regular kind of rubber gloves one time – different story for a different time, but it involved the little yellow fingertip of the glove getting folded under whilst scrubbing, then flipping back up and shooting cleaner into my eye – a situation I’m not anxious to repeat, so I wear surgical gloves and safety glasses while I clean the bathroom and kitchen. Go ahead and laugh, but The Works toilet cleaner BURNS…where was I? Oh yeah, putting on surgical gloves to dispose of dead birdie) grabbed a plastic trowel that I thought I’d thrown away a long time ago, a shoebox from Payless Shoe Source (you could pay more for a bird coffin, but why?) and went outside. In retrospect, I’m surprised I didn’t put on my safety glasses.

I scooped the little guy up and put him in the box. Buried the box where Jake can’t get to it, and that is the end of this sad little tale, and why my dog is a murderer. As a side note, that dead bird is a cautionary tale to other birds who swoop down and Jake daily and try to eat his eyeballs. Suckas better recognize.

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