Our newest arrival, and perhaps a permanent resident, Gus.
Here's one way to handle getting laid off: FuckedCompany.com - The Dot-com Deadpool
Looks like the Taliban's tenuous hold on their lower ranks is slipping: Taliban officials and soldiers are abandoning their posts and young men are avoiding military conscription by returning to their villages or leaving for neighboring Pakistan. I can't say that I have any complaints about that!
Anyone interested in seeing the USA Women's Hockey team play Team Canada on their way to the Olympics? They're coming on October 23 to the Compaq Center and I'm about to buy a few tickets. If you'd like to join me, please email me and I'll add you to our posse. I think I got some pretty great seats, row 2!
Just when you think you've seen everything, there's MANties - Panties made just for men. Thanks Deb.
I never know how to handle it when someone tells me something that they've already told me, I really don't. I know that I'm guilty of this a lot and I really don't like it when someone says "yeah, you told me that already," I'd rather have the chance to finish whatever mundane or uninteresting story I've begun, since it must have been interesting enough to me to repeat. Though, more likely, it's because I have a tenuous connection with the person in question, based on a thread of something like hockey or rescuing dogs and I have a limited supply of topics related to that topic so I'm forced to recycle more often than I'd like.
So... one great thing about my new job is that I can bring a dog. Probably not all three or even 2 at once but one. I've been bringing Alice, who of course is a big hit with the other kids here. This certainly inspires a host of animal stories from co-workers, including today's repeat of a very heart-wrenching tale about cats. The guy is so sad without his cats, I wanted to prevent him from reliving the pain but it seemed inappropriate to say "yeah, you told me that already" so I just listened politely and wondered what would happen if I bring Rainie in.
Speaking of Rainie... when we first got her and before she came home, I worried. Would we be able to handle her energy level, were we adequately puppy-proofed, would Alice mind (yes, she does, but that is another story). 4, almost 5 months later, Rainie is almost 9 months old and I really can't imagine life without her. She's not too much energy to handle and she's recently decided that Andrea and I are her best friends, she doesn't like to be away from us all night and will croon outside our bedroom door if we're apart too long (I know, it sounds charming, and later, I may remember it as such, but for now, it's kind of annoying since it's generally at 6 am that she feels this way). But every day, Rainie does something that makes us laugh. She's filled our house with discarded toys, with the sounds of wookie (she really does talk like Chewbacca) and with the thunder of Baby Basset hooves as she romps about at high speeds, then collapses wherever she is. So, in case I don't say it enough, thank you Dena and the wonderful folks at Arizona Basset Hound Rescue for bringing these pups into the world and raising them to be the most self-confident bunch of dogs I've ever seen. My world is a brighter place thanks to Rainie Roo.
Please congradulate Ellie the basset, Rainie Roo's mom, on becoming a permanent member of her foster family. She's upholding the legacy of my Ellie by sharing her love of hamburgers and silly grins with the world. I miss my Ellie every day but there's great joy in knowing that 13 dogs are her legacy, that 13 families have a new kind of joy that started with a little girl who changed my life forever.
Rumor has it that the guy who had the heart attack at my hockey game is in critical condition and on full life support right now. He's only 30.
As usual, Rob has something tremendously powerful to say. I still can't believe that the bombings happened.
Last night after my hockey game, I saw Andrea standing outside of the center rink watching what I assumed was a game still in progress. I walked up to her and saw paramedics doing cpr and other things with tubes to a man who had, only minutes before, been playing hockey. Now he was lying there, in front of bench, hovering between life and death as a team of folks worked hard to save him. We watched for 15, maybe 20 minutes as I gathered he was in the over 35 league, he must be in his 50's or 60's I thought. Young people don't have heart attacks or whatever it is that's causing him this pain. Finally, they out him on the strecher as the paramedic climbed on top to continue CPR. Instead of the grey hair I expected, I saw a young man, not too much older than me, with a tube down his throat, wearing his hockey pants. I guess his teammate had removed his skates. I don't know if he lived or died.
Alice had her follow up x-ray this weekend and it appears that her lung has cleared up. She finished the antibiotics 2 days ago and is a lot perkier than she was. Woo hoo! My Al is back in business. Thanks to everyone who sent her prayers and well wishes, I'm so very grateful.
For all you Snow Cones fans, we have a game Sunday night at 10:30 at the Ice Center of San Jose.
Sometimes, the Onion has all the right stuff to say, like "I figured that not only would Jesus forgive me, He'd probably have wanted me to hit that car. I sped away with a dented fender and a sense of fulfillment for doing God's work." But don't just take my word for it, get the whole scoop: That Sucker Jesus Has Forgiven Me For Some Pretty Bad Sins.
Here's the answer:
Bomb them with butter, bribe them with hope. Last night on NBC it was reported that 81% of Americans want restraint. Perhaps this suggestion is what they have been waiting for!
A military response, particularly an attack on Afghanistan, is exactly what the terrorists want. It will strengthen and swell their small but fanatical ranks. Instead, bomb Afghanistan with butter, with rice, bread, clothing and medicine. It will cost less than conventional arms, poses no threat of US casualties and just might get the populace thinking that maybe the Taliban don�t have the answers.
After three years of drought and with starvation looming, let�s offer the Afghani people the vision of a new future. One that includes full stomachs. Bomb them with information. Video players and cassettes of world leaders, particularly Islamic leaders, condemning terrorism. Carpet the country with magazines and newspapers showing the horror of terrorism committed by their �guest�. Blitz them with laptop computers and DVD players filled with a perspective that is denied them by their government. Saturation bombing with hope will mean that some of it gets through. Send so much that the Taliban can�t collect and hide it all.
The Taliban are telling their people to prepare for Jihad. Instead, let�s give the Afghani people their first good meal in years. Seeing your family fully fed and the prospect of stability in terms of food and a future is a powerful deterrent to martyrdom. All we ask in return is that they, as a people, agree to enter the civilized world. That includes handing over terrorists in their midst.
In responding to terrorism we need to do something different. Something unexpected .. something that addresses the root of the problem. We need to take away the well of despair, ignorance and brutality from which the Osama bin Ladens of the world water their gardens of terror.
In celebration of Alice's upcoming birthday, we're having a beaglefest on November 2 at Remington Dog Park in Sausilito. If you're a beagle person, or just like dogs, please join us! Alice may not make a reprise of last year's hot dog bobbing champoinship. In case you missed last year's victory, here it is: (notice that all of the other dogs have taken an abrupt step back in her wake of inhaling)
It's a Good Thing that I'm not in Charge
But, I can't get my head around knowingly encouraging someone to kill someone else, no matter what they've done to 'deserve' it. I couldn't issue the order to send big guns and who knows what else into the middle east. I couldn't sign the death warrant for those who helped the terrorists kill 6,000 of my countrymen. I just can't, because murder, under any circumstances and for any reason, state-sponsored or over a pair of tennis shoes, is not right.
Call me un-American if you'd like but if you think about it, you might see the truth in what I'm saying. Murder is murder and it's not something you're ever supposed to do. Never mind that for the terrorists, dying is their moment in the sun, their ticket to glory. Imagine how pissed off they'd be if we find them and instead of killing them, sentence them to rot in jail, no glory, no fiery death, just the chance to turn into angry old men thinking about what they've done and how (in their eyes) they have failed.
So I guess it's good that I'm not in charge because I couldn't make the call to activate the people to fly the planes to drop the bombs to kill the people (innocent and otherwise) who knew or might have known the guys who hijacked the planes and changed the world forever.
WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE by Alexander Theodore, Bouvier, Fourth Year Resident
On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. And, they were.
An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And, the ones who were abused, Who are they to wait for?
We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.
Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment.. An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be.
They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready. All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them - "May I have one to comfort?" "I'll take two, I have a big heart." "I have been saving kisses forever."
One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cozy-looking fluffy pup hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged." A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the Police Officers and make them feel at home. Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and kiss.
Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head, stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."
Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share - each tail wagging an American Flag.
In addition to thousands of rescue workers who have worked tirelessly at the bomb site, some hard-working dogs have been there too. One of them even died in the effort. The SPCA was on hand to wash off the dusty feet and noses of those hard-working canines, other groups have sent booties to protect their feet. Let us celebrate the folks who train with their dogs to help save lives or, as it looks today, provide answers to grieving family members.
Wondering what the Taliban is all about? I know I am. It's amazing that in just one week, our collective vocabulary has expanded to include a host of new terms and names of national leaders we'd never know otherwise. It's made us come together in a way that isn't really surprising, I do think as a nation we're a sentimental lot, but it is heartbreaking that it's taken the apparent death of over 5,000 people to make it happen. I hope that I never grow so callous as to understand why those terrorists felt it necessary to committ mass murder for the glory of god.
For anyone in the midwest or looking for a poodle, contact email@example.com about helping any of these dogs. Sometimes, people just make me sick.
I went to the Animal Welfare League in Chicago Ridge, IL tonight to try to inventory the 56 Poodles that they seized in order to facilitate them moving on to rescue. The story is horrific, but all together common now. AWL was tipped off that a woman was severely mistreating a large number of dogs. Their investigator was not allowed access to the property and there was no evidence of a problem outside. Animal Control was called in but they were not allowed inside either. Based on a "strong smell" in her garbage they were able to get a search and seizure order from the State's Attorney: obviously, the evidence was more than a strong smell but let's not go there. Apparently, she kept all these toy and teacup Poodles in cages in a crawl space and bred them until they were six years old. Then she killed them - they found a chain saw with Poodle fur on it. Okay - enough of the circumstances. I don't know where they stand on charges, etc.
BUT...AWL needs help. They look like a Poodle shelter and many of these guys need to be socialized before they can really be adopted, particularly the teacups. They really needs rescue folks, their regular foster program is not capable of dealing with high number so dogs needing socialization. Plus, they still have at on of underage kittens, etc. They need to move these dogs out this week. I will help with transport anywhere. I am contacting Michigan Poodle rescue as I am going that way this weekend. Please crosspost to anyone that might be able to help. All the dogs are under 9 pounds, so take at least two or three!!!! Most are crated together now and seem to be fine with each other.
AWL has legal ownership of the dogs: only one had to be put down. They are all (but two) apricot or white, and 90% are female. All but two are estimated to be under six years of age - after all, they are alive. But two definitely look older.
I took down permanent animal numbers (AWL"s identifier), color, sex and temperament that I could quickly assess. There were numbers AWL gave
me that I couldn't find, but some may have belonged to Poodles in which I was not sticking my hand into their cage - way to terrified and I just couldn't always tell if mean or not. One teacup bit an employee when first handled, but no bites since. I also found Poodles without numbers. So my
listing are those I found with numbers, then the number without Poodles and the Poodles without numbers. Some of these guys are under two, but I really couldn't tell. Two (one I am fostering) have partial leg amputations as sever matting cut off circulation to their legs and the legs were dead. The one I have is terrified, but very interested in roaming around the second floor. I think it is literally the first time she has ever been out of a cage. Many are squinting at their first light and I 'suppose some could be blind, but they haven't said anything yet. A lot of lost fur due to extreme urine.
All have been fully vetted except for spay/neuter. All have been shaved. Forgive me if some colors are off once you pick up a dog, but in the light, some of the colors looked very light apricot/white. AWL will release them all without charge or will charge $30 to spay/neuter. Though I personally recommend waiting to spay/netuer to better assess health for a while and I don't know if they deserve more stress right now. Please contact ONLY Karen in Administration to coordinate pulling these animals. I will help anyone with pulling, choosing, transporting.
10263254 - female, apricot, 5-6 pounds, friendly
10263112 - male, apricot, 4-5 pounds, weak leg muscles, timid (cute ears)
10263322 - male, black/tan, 5-6 pounds, timid, maybe older
10263300 - female, apricot, 7-8 pounds, friendly
10263082 - female, white, 7-8 pounds, maybe older, timid
10263023 - black/tan female, timid, 5-6 pounds
10263196 - female, apricot, timid, 6-7 pounds
10263054 - female, apricot, 6-7 pounds, timid
10263100 - male, apricot, timid, 5-6 pounds
10263192 - female, apricot, 4-5 pounds, scared
10263277 - male, black, very scared, 5-6 pounds
10263281 - female, apricot, 6-7 pounds, timid
10263061 - female, apricot, timid, 6-7 pounds
10263123 - female, apricot, 7-8 pounds, friendly
10263101 - female, apricot, very scared, 4-5 pounds
10263037 - female, white, 4-5 pounds, terrified
10263055 - male, apricot, 5 pounds, very nice
10263239 - male, apricot, 7 pounds, timid
10263284 - male, apricot, 5 pounds, very nice
10263289 - male, white -5-6 pounds, nice
10263306 - male, white, 5 pounds
10263113 - female, apricot, very scared
1495532 - male, white, 4 pounds, scared
1063035 - male, black, teacup, very sweet
Poodles without numbers -
female, white, 3-4 pounds, three legs
male, unknown color, three legs
black male, 5 pounds
cage # O16B - 2 white teacups, sex unknown, VERY SCARED (with friendly black teacup)
cage #O13B - i white, 2 black teacups, terrified
white female, 6 pounds
apricot female, 7 pounds, very friendly
cage H-11 - 2 white teacups, very scared
Numbers AWL provided for which I couldn't find the dog, though some may be the terrified ones I didn't try to manipulate collar on to see:
10263273 - male
10263199 - female
10263176 - female
10263309 - female
10263273 - female
10263209 - female
10263090 - female
10263319 - female
Please help get these dogs out! They truly deserve a chance to know a loving home.
Chris Harris Central Indiana Lab Rescue & Adoption
I don't see how it's remotely possible, but this photo, alleging that the face of Satan (not that anyone has any actual footage of him to compare it to) appeared in the smoke of the World Trade Center is giving me the hee-bee-gee-bees.
Today has been a big day. I had a job interview and as I was walking out of the house, I saw the first plane returning to San Jose airport. We live close enough that you can clearly read the label on each plane so it's been kind of eerie to not see any. It's also been very quiet, which was disturbing, and nice. But there it was today, a Southwest flight that made me stop in fear. Sure, security's tighter, sure the hijackers most likely aren't interested in a lovely bungalow outside of Willow Glen, but still, just for a moment I thought, what if they are?
On the way up 101 to my interview, I saw American flags on almost every overpass. It was stunning in it's power, deblilitating in the grief that sight caused. To know that now, we're united, but only because some assholes took out almost 5,000 (5,000! That's 2 Pearl Harbors, 3+ Titanics, more than many small towns) of our countrymen.
And let me remind you that by our countrymen, I mean everyone, even and especially those of Arab decent who today feel like targets. Remember Manzinar? When we decided it was ok to put Japanese Americans in camps because they were Japanese? Today, most of us agree that that wasn't the right thing to do. Let us not forget that now as we see our fellow Americans of all races walking down the street.
Beating up a woman with her face covered or a man with a turban will not result in Bin Laden's death, it will not bring back a single soul that we lost this week. It will only reinforce the panic and our arrogance, which, if you ask me (which you did, in a way, by reading this) that some of our actions as a nation, as a military power, have inspired. We're not the world's police, our way of life (my way of life, your way of life) is not the answer for everyone else, or really, for anyone else. Who are we to impose our beliefs on other countries and why are we surprised that they're pissed off when we do? When you're prosperous, when you have the strongest economy in the world and a government that is ostensibly run by the people, it's easy to get lulled into thinking things were always like this, that they'll stay that way forever.
Tuesday's actions changed all that, it shattered our sense of security, and I can only hope that it's caused us to re-think the extent of our self-appointed role as the world's police.
Oh, and I got the job.
Dare I say that Divine Interventions, butt plugs for baby jesus, is a little too much for even me, pop culture fiend? Something about Jesus up your ass feels a little too much like sacrelige to me.
For anyone who was wondering, here's your answer to the proverbial question: What is a Buckeye?
At least in some parts of the world, life goes on: Man, 80, arrested on bestiality charge. Thanks John.
I suppose that we will all remember where we were when we heard, the moment we first saw the clip of the plane going into the second tower, of the huge cloud of dust raining down as the people fled in disbelief. The first time I saw the NYC skyline without them, I didn't believe it, I thought it was footage from some hokey movie about world war. I still can't fathom that those towers are gone, torn from us in such a hideous way, using our own planes, our own people, as a weapon of destruction.
Were the hijackers giddy when they woke up yesterday, knowing the entire world would soon see their handiwork? Were they scared to die? Did they consider the Americans on those planes as people, even for a second? Did they doubt that what they were doing was right as the tower grew larger in the cockpit window?
In some ways, I have compassion for them, for the environment that raised them to completely disregard that which we hold most dear -- human life. Phrases like 'at least I still have my health' most likely meant nothing to them. Simple kindness, out of the question. It's just not necessary if your mission in life is to kill.
I guess if you know you're going to ram the plane into a major landmark, causing the entire world to shudder and look at the world in a different, less trusting light, you don't worry about protecting your anonymity, instead, you'd flaunt your presence, using your own name (perhaps proudly).
Are their families proud? Do some people really feel that what those people did was an act of heroism, fighting the ugly Americans in the only way they knew how? Today, do they feel avenged or do they watch the destruction with a sinking feeling that killing thousands of innocent people was, just maybe, the wrong thing?
I can only hope that some sense of conscience came over these people at the last moment, but I am sickened to realize that, most likely, it was just sheer joy.
I'm still in shock. Maybe we always will be. It all seems like the end credits to a cold war movie, with smoke billowing from New York city and the Pentagon in flames. Except that it's not, real people were on those planes (including a friend of a former co-worker), real people lost their lives so that what? Someone could teach us a lesson? It all seems part of a global pissing contest, only we don't yet know who we're fighting with. CNN.com In-Depth Specials.
DRUDGE REPORT has some more info on the bombings, including this photo:
I'm still in shock. I keep waiting for the credits to roll and my biggest worry to be that I'm still out of a job. Bush: U.S. military on 'high alert'. If I may quote my friend Casey: "I pray that vengeance is tempered with justice and that the focus remains on those who were victims, rather than on the violence itself."
The world will never be the same again.
Holy Shit.Terror attacks shut down N.Y.
The Fat Lady Sang
Free nuts! "...one glance reveals their colossal size."