Sharing the happy. I think the original was first posted in the comments at Reddit.
Dawg and I saw this video on our local news several nights ago. When we saw it our news channel gave us no hint of how it would end. I believe this is what led us to bawl our eyes out harder than you will when you watch this:
(If you don’t cry then you are having pre-PMS or you are a robot.)
I had meant to look for a clip of it and post it, but I’m very forgetful of tasks I don’t write down, although the story itself stayed with me and I thought of it many times in the days after seeing it. Yesterday Tense reminded me of this clip in a tweet so I had to share.
Also, Hilly got a new kitty after her dear, beloved FC passed due to complications from feline cancer. Meet Velma Jinkies:
This stranger named Spider was so happy about the news that he ran out and got this tattoo! :
Oh, and Dawg and I are going to see the Gotham Girls in their championship match on Friday, November 21 at Hunter College. I AM SO PSYCHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last but not least, RenYC is this coming Saturday at 5pm at Houndstooth Pub in Manhattan. If you want to go and haven’t told me already please let me know. I will be sending an email to all who want to go, but if I don’t know you’re going then you won’t be on the email. And don’t you want an email from me? Of course you do!
I had an irrational thought in the middle of the night Monday in my AC bed that the woman that one of Dawg‘s friends is smitten for and about to marry is the bat shit CRAZIEST salesperson at my job. I was all ready to confiscate Dawg’s phone and call said friend in the middle of the night just to ask him his girlfriend’s last name. I resisted, but then this morning I had mulled over the idea of walking up to Bat Shit Crazy and asking her what her boyfriend’s name is. Dawg told me this can’t be the case, that his friend’s girl works in NJ, but… I’m not convinced until his friend shows me the proof that this fine lady isn’t the crazy lady at my work.
I WILL NOT REST!
Ok, yes I will.
Today was my first day in Manhattan during United Nations play time!!! whee!!!!! and I definitely noticed a security difference. I saw lots of extra police, and some guy carrying a Fed Ex package almost get mauled by a German Shepherd, and the cop holding the leash of said dog smirk at the guy. I did not care for that even a tiny bit.
I had something else to blog about that was on a more positive note but I totally forgotted it!
Still trying to remember.
Nope, not coming to my mind.
Well, I’ll tell you something else then. I’m pretty sure no one from VT is reading my blog anymore, but I just wanted to say (HIDE YOUR EYES IF YOU’RE EZA) that I got a late birthday present for EZA finally after resolving that I would not be able to return to VT before the snow flew, thus missing his August 25 birthday party. The gifts are on the way to me, and when they come to me I’ll package them up and send them off.
(That bottom box is his. The middle box went to my favorite salesperson who gave me a hug for it. The top box went to Dawg because he asked for it and I love him with all my heart.)
Oh, hahahaha! I am totally writing in Sybil style (right?!) but I just remembered what I was going to write about. I’ll make that a whole notha post, k? k.
Happy whateverdaythis is, chicas and fuertes!
Give me a day off and I return to my old tricks: Two posts in one day!
I found this at Brandon’s blog:
I felt soooo bad for Maru! And then… I laughed my head off.
I really like the title of this so I’m not going to change it, but I just wanted you to know that I adore my acorn boots, which has nothing to do with kitties in boxes:
I have a black and blue on my left leg, just below the knee. The blue kind. No idea how I got it. Dawg keeps saying, “does it hurt?!” and pressing on it. Doesn’t hurt, that’s why he keeps pressing on it.
Ok, now for the good stuff…
A few more photos here.
I know, I know. It’s like Dawg and I have that similar personality trait of reveling in the fluffy goodness of being the best kept secret on the internets. So, that’s probably why a lot of people didn’t know we hosted a radio show devoted to TequilaCon 2009 last night. But the great thing about TalkShoe is that it archives our show for us! AND! You can subscribe in iTunes!!!
I am now reading Infected as my subway reading. It’s all about the Triangles. You should read it and be freaked the fuck out. So far, so good! Basically, a foreign life form is burrowing itself into your stem cells and turning you into a paranoid murderer. You’re still in there somewhere, but… yah, you’re not in control.
Last, but not least:
My brother sent this to me: