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My dog rocks.
Baxter and I were driving home from my parents' house tonight, and since we were in our neighborhood, I rolled the back window of our truck all the way down for him to stick his head out and sniff, which makes him a very happy pupper.
As I approached a street we had to turn on, I saw a little cluster of late-jr. high or maybe high school boyz hanging out on the corner...a couple on bikes, one on one of those scooter things. I put my finger on the back window button, ready to zip it up as we turned because Baxter freaks out when we drive past boys, especially boys with bikes. But for some reason I decided not to roll it up. Sure enough, as we made the turn they boys started yelling at me..."Whooo HOOO, honey! HEY THERE! BLAH BLAH WHATEVER WE'RE LOSERS!"...yelling at me, that is, until I rounded the corner and they found themselves face-to-face with Cujo...
"BARKBARKBARKBARK! RRRRRRR! BARK BARK BARK!"
"OH MY GOD!" they yelled, running up onto the lawn in fear. "OH MY GOD!" Then, when they were safe, they began yelling insults at my dog.
"Asshole! Stupid dog!"
Heh heh heh.
John Ritter is going to play Ben's dad on Felicity this season! Hot damn! I loves me some John Ritter!
OK, two scary things about that John Ritter website I linked to up above. First, he's 52...how can he be 52?? Second, there's a page on that site devoted to pix of him kissing people...that's just gross. Here it is if you're too tired to go find it yourself.)
From mr.sugarless@ns.sympatico.ca (Mr. Sugarless)
To amy@petdance.com
i love 2 c a picture of u wearing tapshoes dancing tap...please
I think I've pinned down why I love the AMC Theatres so much.
It's the bathrooms.
They are very large. Almost always very clean. In fact, they have fresh flowers on the ledges! The toilets flush automatically. Plenty of sinks, no lines. Always plenty of paper towels--no air dryer crap. The water comes on automatically when you hold your hands under the faucet and--here's the dreamy part--it's always warm! The soap smells good. You can hear the Lite Hits nice and loud. I just feel so lux whenever I pee there.
It's a little late, but not too late to sing the praises of the Nick-at-Nite Facts of Life marathon. Boy howdy was that the best 20 hours I've spent in front of the TV in a long time! My glee at being immersed in all things Peakskill was enhanced by the fervent emails back and forth with Gael. She is one of the few who gives that show the respect it deserves.
God bless the Facts of Life!
I send this site to my ex-chickens when they IM me so that we can laugh heartily together over the joy of bodily functions in a way we just couldn't when I was their teacher.
Not
Burning Man has just gotta go. I don't like the whole concept. I don't like the looks of the attendees. And I don't want to read any more web pages with teeny-tiny fonts ranting about how magical it is and the specialness in the air. Bye-bye, Burning Man. Buh-bye now.
It is getting less and less cool to be unemployed. I've been sending resumes out all summer and no fabulous (or even adequate) job has fallen into my lap. Today I got less picky and sent out 18 resumes...if I don't get something soon I'm going to die like a dog. And surely start dressing like one. Anyone want to hire me? Anyone?
Journalcon is coming and I'm scared that no one will want to talk to me and I'll end up hiding in my room watching bad TV. And I'm scared that my roommate will kick my sorry, snoring ass right on out into the hallway once she gets a load of my active nocturnal windpipes. Bring your earmuffs, Jen!
God, the Emmys are SO LAME. The insipid, painful bits between awards with Garry Shandling ate up too much time, so now the major award winners are being hurried off the stage.
OK, Bruce Willis just came hurrying out on stage before Garry could introduce him and they whipped through the nominations for Outstanding Comedy Series at a dizzying pace...and if they hurry Karen and Jack off stage, I am going to PLOTZ.
Planning! Planning, people!