Friday, February 29, 2008
You're One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!
by Ken Kesey
You're crazy. This has led people to attempt to confine you to a safe
place so that you don't pose a danger to yourself or others. You feel like you pose a
great danger to the man (or maybe the woman) or whatever else is keeping you down. But
most of the time, you just end up being observed. Were you crazy before you were
third time's the charm? yes.
You're Jurassic Park!
by Michael Crichton
You combine all the elements of a mad scientist, a brash philosopher,
a humble researcher, and a money-hungry attracter of tourists. With all these features,
you could build something monumental or get chased around by your own demons. Probably
both, in fact. A movie based on your life would make millions, and spawn at least two
sequels that wouldn't be very good. Be very careful around islands.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
I dunno if this is me or not. I know I do not talk about talking rabbits all the time. In fact, I never talk about talking rabbits, and only rarely about the more traditional non-talking rabbits.
Later there will be photos from Tess's school thing last night.
- 7:25 am load Abe and Mojo into the Suburban for 20 minute drive to vet's.
- 7:28 am hit local 4 way stop that morons cannot seem to understand -- really, how hard is it to realize traffic running parallel can all cross intersection at same time? Instead, cars go from one direction at a time. Good thing Suburban is not equipped with machine gun.
- 7:30 am hit first red light.
- 7:31 am pull onto 5 mile road with no possibility of passing -- granny out for Sunday drive would be annoyed by how slow the traffic is going.
- 7:38 am hit second, third fourth, fifth sixth, seventh, eighth, every traffic light red.
- 7:59 am get to vet's. take Abe in, because Mojo is so hyper I cannot control both, plus neglected to bring second leash.
- 8:04 am take Mo in, watch (and, okay, kinda enjoy) Brendan the expert dog handler have tough time getting Mojo under control and in the back for blood draw.
- 8:10 am talking to Mark on phone, and hitting Starbuck's...
enough with the minute by minute...get home, feed Mo -- who shockingly was hesitant to eat. Mo has a thing about food. Mo eats his 1 3/4 cups of food in under 30 sec sometimes. I think he was missing Abe, and perhaps is slightly freaked because I have become Cesar the Dog Whisperer's clone. I actually, just by body language, got both dogs to sit and look at me instead of barking madly at the UPS truck. I made Mojo sit down in the vet's office, even though there was a dog right there, and I made him follow me from the Burb to the front door. I actually want him to do something so I can go all Cesar on his ass...
Called the bank, ordered checks, called Mark about something, walked down to the main street for Zach to pick me up -- he left school to go to the dentist. Dentist took almost no time at all.
Zach was hungry for Taco Bell, but unfortunately there was a school bus/car accident and traffic was routed around the exact block we needed to drive down to get to Taco Bell. He settled for McD's. And it's still only just 10:30, because they switched over to lunch just as we got there. Didn't go well, their switchover -- it took them ten minutes to fill a simple sandwich and fries order.
In the afternoon, Zach and I -- Zach stayed home after the dentist because allergies were making him feel horrible -- we ordered him new luggage from LL Bean and REI. It's his graduation present from my parents, though he's getting it a bit early so he can use it in Italy. We leave for Italy in ... 17 days I think!
I also made brownies with the amazing Ghiradelli's frosting for Tess's fine arts open house, fed the kidlets, sent Zach off to a meeting about the Italy trip and went and saw Tess in a play. She was a robber and got in a big stage fight. It was great! In slow motion she banged two people's heads together, got punched, and crawled off the stage in great pain. Loads of fun. Got one of the biggest reactions of the evening. Photos tomorrow.
Oh, yeah, Abe had surgery again, Dr L is pissed that a third surgery was needed -- pissed in general, just that it's not working. I am going to sedate the hell out of that dog until it heals. Poor dog. It has been a tough time for him...
Gratuitous random photo...Mark and I drove up Mount Lemmon one day...It's a fascinating drive -- goes from the desert floor to 8000 feet or so. We go through four or five or six different zones, from saguaro desert to scrub to mixed forest to conifer. (Okay, this is totally not scientific or probably even correct, but I have to post this in the next minute or it's Friday.)
There are lots of interesting rock formations like this on MT Lemmon. 30 seconds to go...Must post now...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Behind the kids is the middle school Thor went to for part of a year, until we pulled him out of there because they had really bad ideas, like giving kids detention because they didn't have a pencil or they forgot their homework. Seriously. I know. Crazy. That's why we pulled him out.
The sky, the clouds, the Rincon Mountains, the stupid middle school, some lights, and a couple stunty trees. All the trees here are stunty. That's what you get for living in the desert.
Thor's hair is getting very long. It's very thick and curly too. He is completely uninterested in getting it cut, and is wanting to learn how to braid it. I like it. I wish it was mine.
This is a mesquite tree. Those thorns are unpleasant. I know, because Abe dragged me under one just before he stepped on a snake and then got attacked by a pit bull. Abe and I sometimes have very adventurous walks.
This is our street. We are almost home. You can see the rear end of my red Suburban down there. Unfortunately right about the time we got to the second basketball hoop, our neighbor's dog -- a mastiff type who is a little bigger than Mojo -- came busting out of their house and ran up to us.
(The neighbor's dog is really good looking -- I am a complete sucker for muscle breeds like mastiffs and boxers and pits, and this one is that cool dark grey color.)
Did you notice the part where I said "a little bigger than Mojo?" Mojo weighs 100 pounds. He is extremely well muscled, especially in the shoulders and jaw. This dog wasn't as heavily muscled, but he was big.
So of course Mojo and the neighbor dog had to get all bristly and "get out of my yard" and "get away from my pack." Things escalated, and suddenly Mojo had a grip on the other dog's jowl and didn't want to let go.
Today I was watching the Dog Whisperer (I love Cesar!) and he said yelling when dogs are fighting only makes things worse. Uh huh. Okay. Then what am I supposed to do? I am pulling backwards on Mojo and he isn't letting go of the other dog's jowl and we are all yelling and the dogs are growling and snapping and the neighbor came running and yelling. Mojo let go, and the other dog backed off. Mojo really does have strong jaws. I would not want him yanking on my jowls...
Mojo has a couple scrapes under his chin, and I assume the neighbor's dog has a couple scrapes or bites on his face too.
Abe I think just stood there watching the fight. He's not much for fighting -- when he was attacked by the pit bull right after he stepped on the snake (which he had a very healthy respect for -- he didn't want anything to do with it. Surprise! He does have a brain sometimes), he didn't even realize at first the pit bull wasn't playing.
(None of us thought to take any photos, because of all the yelling and barking and growling and stuff...)
Then we went home and had sloppy joes.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin, ended up on my blog while searching "why do pretzels cause cancer'...So not only am I subverting the morals of the world with my hedonism, but now I find out I am encouraging the wanton use of carcinogenic snack foods.
And I am very sorry to disappoint Bedford, of Bedfordshire, somewhere in the UK, who wandered onto my site looking for "photos of rats kissing." I don't want to know why someone would want to see that...but somehow I feel once again that I am subverting the morals of my little corner of the world...
Someone in Petaling Jaya, Wilayah Persekutuan, Malaysia, searched "meatloaf's cause cancer."
All of these people clicked through to my blog. Presumably they did not find what they were searching for. Maybe I could fill a need here... Perhaps the meatloaf/pretzel cancer connection needs further research -- I will have an extra bedroom when my son goes away to college next year, and we already have two guinea pigs, and then I can also supply funny laboratory photos.
Perhaps then I can redeem myself for all those years of pretzel hedonism...
impossible it is for my dogs to look noble and non-goofy for even a few seconds...I mean, look -- the first two photos, both of them look normal and you know, of above average dog intelligence. But then their real doofus personalities shine through.
Shortly after this demonstration of his true self, Mojo stepped on a chunk of cholla.
Note the large chunk of cholla in Mojo's paw, Mojo's noble suffering, and the way Abe's tail is curved up over the Moj's head.
Okay. So that's part one of our adventurous walk. Part two has violence and humor, amazing skies, more spiny (but less personally painful) plants. So y'all come back now, ya hear?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
New game...Vicious and lots of fun.
I get to kill my kids' bunnies with impunity (and kitchen whisks!)
I know. But it's fun.
I know, I used this one yesterday. But I have very few good photos this week...
I love this photo of Abe. It makes him seem thoughtful, pensive, deep,
when we all know he's a big git...
He's kinda squinty...
and apparently has a radioactive tongue. Look at that glow!
(note the subtle use of focal black and white to hide the enormous dust
bunny under the sideboard...)
Mojo, another big git, sighing on my favorite warlord rug from Afghanistan.
His very favorite position, laying as close to me as possible.
See that white spot on his forehead, the one that looks kind of like
that dot Indian women have? That's his bald spot from where Abe
bit him. I wish his damn hair would grow back already. Oh, and my new jeans.
In the seventies, they would be"bell-bottoms", but I guess that
is hopelessly out of date, so instead these are flare. Way flare. I had
totally forgotten about how you catch your foot in the hem and
fall spectacularly. Not that I have fallen yet. Yet.
Behind my palm tree. This branch is dying, so the photo looks
much better in black and white.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Tasina has created a new bit o' bling, commerating my flaming -- I was called hedonistic and replied that I had been eating pretzels and blogging at the time. Serious hedonism there (pretzels being the new cocaine...).
I echo Tasina' words here:
Thanks, Tasina. That poor flamer perhaps thought she was chiding me, and instead it simply showed me that I have some real friends out there!I have created a badge that I encourage all pretzel lovers, Julie fans, anti-flame warriors, and...well...anyone to steal. Or...just...y'know...take it cuz it feels so good. :)Unite! They may take our lives...but they'll never take....OUR SALTY SNACKS!!!(Please imagine Mel Gibson painted blue and screaming this at the assembled troops.)