Dark Delicacies in Burbank, CA is offering the signed copy of Battlestar Galactica, Season 3, (in conjunction, it seems with La La Land Records), and its available for pre-order Dude even called me to confirm my online order when he couldn't run one of my cards - how cool is that? *shivering with anticipation*
Daisy was ill. Again. Yes, its been a month of vet bills. Whilst at the vet, my wife saw a noticed advertising a pug which had given birth to a litter of mixed-breed pups, and they were giving them away for free.
My wife used to have dogs. Until she met me. We have cats. I love cats. I dislike dogs. Either way, over the years, she's tried unsuccessfully to bring dogs into our environment. For one reason or another (and always after we've dumped a ton of cash into the animal), we've not kept any of them. This is a proven, repeatable track record.
That's why these pug pups make me nervous.
I agreed to see them with her. She warned me ahead of time that they don't look exactly like pugs since only the mother was a pug. "What was the father?" I asked.
"They think he was a German Sheppard."
"WTF???"
We visit with the little guys. I'm done two minutes after we arrive. I've seen all I need t see. Nearly an hour later, we leave. I wait for her to bring it up. "They don't look anything like pugs do they?" She asks.
"No. They don't."
We ended up with the mother, and one mutt offspring.
She wants to secure an area outside for them, but our wood fence is a good 4-inches off the ground, allowing easy access to the other side. She buys a couple of 5-foot rolls of chicken-wire and some posts. By the time I get out to install it, I realize this is going to be a much bigger job. 120-feet of fence is exposed and requires work.
Options: We look at other ways to secure the chicken wire, cutting it in half and securing it, white lattice 2x8 I could cut the panels into 1-foot pieces but we don't have a truck and it would stick up too much and be unsightly...plus everything I could think of was going to coast around $200 to implement. Then...it struck me. I needed an air compressor to work this one, but it would be the easiest, and the least expensive (outside of the cost of the air compressor, which I would get to keep regardless the outcome of these new dogs). I bought 100-feet of black, plastic landscape edging, ran it around the circumference of the fence, and attached it with my brad nailer! The entire project took under an hour. BAM!
Unfortunately, lifting the air compressor, while bent over and twisting to fire the gun, caused an audible "SNAP" in my back. The doctor told me that mean that I had actually ripped those muscles. Yeah, its painful. I suppose that explains the burning sensation in my lower back as well. I spent my first two days in bed, hopped on Vicodin. My boss suggested that I work from home if I couldn't make it in. She rox0rs. Unfortunately, this has been my most painful day (my wife blames it on too much time in bed). Still, I'm trying to get enough accomplished today that it shows.
And since I'm not really what you'd call a "Manual Labor" type of guy, my wife blames herself.
So yeah, this pretty much sucks.
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Tell you're wife to stop blaming herself. It's not her fault. It's your fault because:
• You took the dogs home
• You were ill-equipped for this task
• You haven't exercised in years.
GOYA!
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I thought you were in college? Did they not teach you how to graduate?
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Even though you will protest this vigorously, when you look in the mirror each night you know I am right. ;-)
Good day sir! I said Good day.
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Furthermore, had you read my latest entry you would have had all the tears I can produce.
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The sum total of your life experience is nothing more than a commentary on movies you have watched and a regurgitation of lessons learned by others who have taken risks in life. Best I can tell you pretty much watch TV, comment on others views of politics, and bully young girls on the internet. Why the fuck would you think I am interested in reading your pathetic ramblings?
My only interest in communicating with you is to see if I can get you to swallow your own tung simply with my words.
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*tee hee*
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Your arrogance is repulsive. You dare me to come up with an original thought, yet you are closed to reviewing my observations. In short, you are a tyrannical, dictatorial thug and should be regarded with the likes of Castro.
The sum total of your life experience is nothing more than a commentary on movies you have watched...
You disdain me for learning the art of being a critic. Just because you have low regard for entertainment doesn't mean that everyone else If it were not for critics, artists would have no feed back and art and the expression of ones' self would not progress. If it's art on the whole that you have a problem with, why in the sam hell did you become a photographer? Did your father abuse you into this trade?
...regurgitation of lessons learned by others who have taken risks in life.
A smart man makes his own mistakes; a wise man learns from the mistakes of others. If you prefer to make your own blunders because you are a simpleton, who am I to stop you?
Furthermore, there is a difference in calculated risk and blind risk. A calculated risk is on in which all of the physics are calculated and it is proven that the theory of a parachute should work and finally properly testing that theory. A blind risk is jumping out of a plane with a sheet in your hands hoping that you survive the impact.
Best I can tell you pretty much watch TV...
I watch no TV.
comment on others views of politics
There are only so many solutions to any given system of equations; therefore, it behooves us to study the finer points of each solution.
and bully young girls on the internet.
I have no clue what you're talking about. If you're referring to
Why the fuck would you think I am interested in reading your pathetic ramblings?
Why the fuck do you chide me for not having an original thought if you don't care to observe when I make one.
My only interest in communicating with you is to see if I can get you to swallow your own tung simply with my words.
I would gladly sell my soul to Satan if it meant never having to interact with you ever again. You are disgraceful and make me embarrassed that I even tried to befriend you. Your arrogance is only exceeded by your ignorance, not uncommon for your type of people whose cranium resides in the void of that black hole called a sphincter.
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