Save Oscar!
Come on, how can you resist that little face? He’s adorable!!! If you’re in the area or somewhere near the area and are interested, either leave a note at the bottom of ArtImp’s entry, or email me and I’ll pass your email along to her.
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Horrifying links Fred has sent me lately:
(Warning: NOT safe for work; lots of naked boobs)
Ugly Breast Implants. These are just scary, folks.
Ever wondered what an adult Star-Nosed Mole looks like? Warning: It’s incredibly freakin’ creepy, folks. See it
here. Like Fred said, something with a cute name like that, shouldn’t look like THAT.
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I’ve been an absolute reading fool lately. Part of it is because I’m currently reading Harlan Coben’s
Myron Bolitar series and I LOVE me some Myron (also, I have a secret crush on Win). Part of it is just because I’ve been in a serious reading mood. And part of it is that I have so many freakin’ books to read that they barely fit on a six-foot bookcase and I swear to god they’re multiplying at night while I’m sleeping.
I finished
Shopaholic & Sister the other night and enjoyed it, but I’ve gotta wonder – how many books can Sophie Kinsella write wherein the main character spends the first third of the book fucking up royally, the second third dealing with the fallout and the last third fixing it all? Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pretty good formula, but after awhile – say, another four books – it’s going to get tired and readers will be placing bets with themselves. “I bet that in the next twenty pages, Our Heroine will watch helplessly as the shit hits the fan!”
Recommended for chick lit lovers, and people who are as addicted to US and PEOPLE as I am: Laura Caldwell’s
The Year of Living Famously. It kind of gives you a new perspective on the whole paparazzi thing. I know that I’ve always thought “Well, you WANTED to be famous, this is the price of fame” and “Just ignore the photographers and live your life!”, but can you imagine having paparazzi swarm all over you, no matter where you go? Not being able to have a single private moment in a restaurant or store because people are staring at you? I’m sure it might be kind of fun at first, having a ton of people hang on your every move like you’re the most fascinating person on earth, but after that? Eh.
Fuck that. I’ll take my anonymous life, thank you.
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Hey, if you’re wanting a Gmail invite and are too shy to ask, please don’t be. Every time I give more than 20 invites away, Gmail gives me even more invites. Don’t be shy,
ask for an invite!
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So far, the electric fence seems to be deterring the Boog. I was afraid he’d never go outside on his own again, but yesterday afternoon he saw Spot out there, and the thought of Spot out there was enough to drive him crazy. He went out and was out there for ten or fifteen minutes, and I thought to myself “Oh shit. Did he figure a way out of the yard?” and went to the window to look for him. He and Spot were near the fence on the side between our yard and the neighbor’s yard, and as I watched, Mister Boogers looked up at the top of the fence as though he was thinking “Hmm. I could jump!” He moved a little closer to the fence and crouched down as though he was actually going to jump, and then he apparently got zapped, because he did a twisty jump and ran away from the fence.
This is the system we bought, by the way. Pricey? Maybe a little, but if it keeps that little bastard’s ass in the yard, it’s very much worth it.
Someone asked in Fred’s comments if getting zapped was actually causing the Boog pain. I don’t think it’s painful – I think it’s just very unpleasant. As Fred mentioned, I tried out the collar. I had my fingers directly on the electrode… thingies (I don’t know if they’re actually called “electrodes”, but we’ll call them that) and when I got zapped it was very, very unpleasant and I’d be perfectly happy to never ever feel it again.
Hmm. I’m coming up with an idea… What if I wore a collar that zapped me every time I looked at junk food? That would be a pretty good deterrant. I’d be a supermodel in six months!
Or, y’know, not.
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Y’all have seen
this, right?
I can just imagine Mister Boogers doing that.
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From my comments:
I don’t know why, but when you called Mr. Boogers, “The Boog,” I started cracking up, and so did my boyfriend. The bad thing is, I showed him your entry while we were in class and he had to try really hard not to laugh – almost to the point of a constipated face.
Mister Boogers, I am sad to say, has a long list of ever-evolving nicknames. When he’s being BAD, like when he is smacking at the blinds because he wants out and we won’t let him, I call him “Stumpy”, because it’s easy to yell and makes clear my displeasure. Lately I’ve been calling him “The Boog” when he’s being fluffy and cute. Also, “Boogity-Boog” when I’m talking to him. “Dat Booger” comes into use when I ask him what he’s doing – ie, “What Dat Booger doin’?” (He never tells me, though.) The spud calls him “Boogie” sometimes (which always makes me think of the “joke”, if you can call it that –
How do you make a hankie dance? Put a little boogie in it).
And, as always, when he’s picking on the other cats he’s “Knock it off, Shithead!”
Also from my comments:
So did you actually drive thru the drive thru and forget to get the Diet Coke?
This is regarding my entry last week when I was having “One of those days” and went out specifically to get a large Diet Coke, drove to McDonald’s, and home again without getting one.
No, I didn’t actually go through the drive thru – I just basically drove by McDonald’s and home again. My head was obviously totally in the clouds that day!
Hey there Robyn! I was wondering if there is any way that I could see/find the special on Penn and Teller..the one you were on of course! I’d LOVE LOVE to see it!!
You can rent the first season of Penn and Teller’s Bullshit! at your local movie store or through Netflix. The episode we were on was episode number 13, which (I’m pretty sure) is on disc 4. The title of the episode is
Eat This!
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Bwah! Look at the face he’s making! I think this calls for a closeup of the face!
I have no clue what he was attempting to do here, but that face is cracking me UP.
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