Friday, July 08, 2005
In Case You Think You'll Never See These People...
The Ball Is Love
This morning, Fritz thought I was mad at him, because at 1AM he started barking and freaking out and headbutting the back door. So I got up and let him out, and he had diahrrea, poor guy. But then he didn't want to come back inside, and I did get mad, because it's no fun standing on a deck in your nightshirt at 1:15 doing the stage-whisper "FRITZ! Inside NOW! ASSHOLE!" and just hearing his jingly tags racing around the yard not listening.
The ball made it all better. All hail the ball.
I also turned on the A/C in the living room for him this morning, I'm thinking it's too hot for him and that is what is upsetting his doggy tummy. Not too many cookies, or Kraft singles, or hot dogs. No, it's definitely the heat.
Premise for Police Academy XIV
Somebody please call Michael Winslow, we've got a new PA installment here.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
The Future Champ
This is the face you're going to see all over those poker shows soon enough! Yeah, I say so! Bill Always Wins!
In case you're wondering: My mom is taking these pictures with her cell phone, and sending them to my sister's cell phone, and my sister is then emailing them to me. She can't talk on the phone during the tournament - so the constant updates I was hoping for won't be happening. Too bad neither of us knows how to text message.
He's Going to Kill that Orange Guy
Yeah, Orange Shirt is going down! Come on, he looks and dresses like Garfield, for crying out loud!
That cool, collected guy in white? That's the champ. Bill Always Wins!
I'm going 'home' for lunch today...
So that Fritz can hang on his 'porch' (what my mom calls her enormous deck) for a little while. Plus, Scratch made me an awesome lunch but I forgot it. Fritz has this whole routine now that my mom is retired where he just hangs on the porch all day surveying the other yards on the block. I felt horrible for having to coop him up inside.
This is a picture of Fritz on the 'porch' wearing a bandanna I bought for him in Disneyworld. He hates it. I think he only wore it this one day.
Have I mentioned that he is the smartest dog on earth? That's why daytime television doesn't appeal to him.
Breakfast with Fritz
Fritz, the Prince of All Dogs, lives at my mom's with Mom and my Brother. I used to live there too until Chris & I moved into a dog-hating apartment.
My brother? He's in Vegas to compete in the World Series of Poker. Seriously! Send him your good gambling vibes, I command you.
So, me? I am living on fruit alley* in 'historic west edgewater' (aka my old hood) with Fritz until they come back and my brother is a millionaire.
Fritz won't eat his dog food unless you sit in the kitchen with him. Then he will get some kibble from his bowl and turn to face you while he crunches it. A social eater, that Fritz. So we ate our breakfast and chatted, and I read the paper, and didn't find out until I got in the car and turned on the radio that a bunch of bombs went off in London and killed people. The reactionary fearful person in me wanted to call Scratch and tell him not to take the train to work today. Then I realized that's dumb. I'm going to email my friend in the UK today to see what is going on.
*When my dad was growing up, they called our block 'fruit alley' because every backyard had a fruit tree where the garages would eventually go, and kids would ride their bikes down the alley and grab fruit off of the trees.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
R You Kidding Me?
- What kind of soap opera world has he created, where women draw baths for their husbands?
- What's with the gun play, especially where he gets frustrated and says "I'm gonna shoot somebody" when everyone is telling their story. He's like Stop! Or Dr. Phil will shoot! Just leave already R!
- Why won't artists record a radio edit? On one radio station in Pittsburgh, they used a 'toilet flush' sound over every profanity, it made the song twice as annoying.
- Is R Kelly Winnie the Pooh? "Think, think, think..."
- All of this 'goes down' at 7:00 in the morning. So, in this world, nobody thinks it's the least bit suspicious that Rufus & R. don't come home all night? Or wouldn't? And this just dawns on everyone that their spouses might be up to something.
- I like the way that women get to be naked in an RK video, but he has sex with everyone fully clothed. He's got magic powers. Sex powers.
I suppose that I 'don't get it' and that this is some kind of ironic cheezy hit that everyone hates to love or loves to hate. But after hearing people call in on different radio stations like "OhmyGAWD THIS is what radio NEEDS, y'all!" and a message board praising RK for addressing the DL, I'm thinking a lot of other people aren't getting it either. As for the rest of his record, the Sun Times review is pretty good.
- Not One Woman has been on the site
- At least Three Men who look like women have been on the site.
- One rich-looking guy from Evanston was on there. Ha ha! Embarassed?
- 99% of those arrested look like they're not online much.
You don't have to go there, because I am going there for you, Chicago. I am looking at these mugshots and saying "Whaaaaa?" and "Hmmmmm..." for you. Don't thank me. It's my pleasure.
Ripped From the Headlines!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
And If They Jumped Off Of A Cliff, So Would I. Yeah.
He Hates Your Dog
No, it wasn't us...
In other local news, I'm really tired of the 'common sense' laws and people complaining about them. It's disgusting to me that laws have to be put into effect to force people to be responsible members of society (oooh, crotchety old lady rant alert!)
- Cell Phone Thing: How much is this actually going to be enforced? True story: a few months ago, my mom got rear-ended by a woman, who would not end her cell phone conversation to talk to my mom about the damage. She put her hand over the mouthpiece of her cell phone and said "I'm in sales." If someone hits me or my car and part of the reason it happened is because they were yelling at someone on their cell phone, then yeah, they should get an extra ticket. I wish people could get tickets for having loud arguments on their cell phones in Jewel, too.
- The Leash Thing: Leash. Your. Dog. Not everyone loves your dog! My dog hates your dog. Leave us alone. We don't go to the dog park, don't run up to us on the sidewalk. And, oh yeah, carry an ID with you when you leave your house. What if I wanted to steal your expensive "breed" dog for fighting or something and knock you on the head? What will the hospital do with you? Nobody will know who you are! "Richie Rich" will be your John Doe name.
- The Porch Thing: The tragic porch accident that killed the Barrington Hills kids wasn't the first porch collapse or the last. If you have a party, don't put your keg on the porch. Everyone wants to stand around the keg, and everyone has to smoke outside. So your entire party is on the porch. Don't do that! I'm more concerned about buildings where an 8 year old can fall off without trying - let's concentrate our efforts on those buildings getting fixed instead of having a candlelight vigil in Lakeview.
OK, I'm done. There's a reason why this is called the "Un-cooler than you" blog, because I am just SO uncool. Sorry if my un-cool opinions bother you.
Too bad the tape was two hours of All Star Activities but no actual game! I'm guessing Vol. II is floating around in my mom's basement somewhere. Now I'm determined to find it. The highlights of what we did see were Steve Kerr losing the 3 Point shootaround and a tattoo-free Rasheed Wallace playing in the Rookie game.
In other NBA news, Bill Simmons did a recent column on the state of NBA trade values. At the suggestion of Scratch, I'm going to write to him to comment on his Kobe Bryant entry. And, being a woman, it may shock you that the word 'rape' won't be mentioned. My "Dear Sports Guy"-worthy issue is about how phony and sports-opera the Lakers are going to be next season. I'll post the letter, and any response I get, later.
We bought a 9 Qt Dutch Oven and new pants on Saturday. I'm wearing my new pants right now, relishing the first-day-wearing-new-pants feel and the knowledge that these pants will never look as new as they do today.
Oh, and we saw Batman Begins. What a great movie! I could do the typical blog entry about the 5 year olds seated behind us unattended, but that's so 'done.' Suffice to say, go see the movie! But don't take small children, it's scary!