Rule, Brittaniea! A 10-ticket thrill ride
Eff Yeah Boston Terriers!
Via Apartment Therapy, an amazing postcard series of Boston terriers on MCM-design chairs. That link lead me to the adorable blog Fuck Yeah Boston Terriers.
Blue fever
I’ve had hardcore dog fever for about two years now, desperately wanting to get a young dog to bond with Gus and for CLH to have the experience of raising a puppy. (Gus is the first dog he’s ever had, and they got to know each other after Gus was full-grown and fully-reared.)
Lance set me [...]
Baseball fan
Photo taken by Keefe Borden (a.k.a. VE) at last Sunday’s hash. Click to see more of his work.
Shakin’ that stick and drivin’ me crazy
For those of you who know me and have already heard this rant, yes, I am still seething about this, and no, I will not get over it. For those of you who haven’t, the story that follows is pretty gross, both in terms of bodily functions and general human behavior. There is a picture [...]
There were never any good ol’ days
Gogol Bordello restored my faith in rock-n-roll last night. Best show of the year, so far, but Dengue Fever is next weekend so we shall see.
Before the show I was walking Gus* as the sun was setting when we crossed paths with a small gray creature moving slowly along the sidewalk. On a couple of [...]
Gipfelschnaps and grass snakes
This is the start of the third fall in a row I have lived in this apartment in Korea. It’s still warm during the days but it’s now cool enough to leave the windows open at night. The past few weeks have been gray and rainy, which gives the air a misty sea-breeze feeling I’ll [...]
Frankentoys
We gave up a long time ago on buying Gus stuffed animal toys with squeakers inside. He eviscerates them at an alarmingly lightening-like speed in order to get at the stuffing, and that gets to be an expensive hobby.
My friend Alice buys already-loved stuffed toys for her chocolate lab by the bagful at the thrift [...]
Housewife in training
Last night, in a desperate display of nesting, a frantic attempt to cope with all the stress that is about to descend upon me, what with the planning of a wedding and the packing of every last one of our possessions and the moving to a foreign country and the love of my life leaving [...]
Two stinkers
Do not try to blame your farts on the dog. The dog does not try to blame his farts on you.
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