Sisterly love
Chasing cars just isn’t fun anymore, big sis.… Read more
Chasing cars just isn’t fun anymore, big sis.… Read more
Okay, I only thought this stuff was buried under a mile of soft peat somewhere.
Sometime in 1994, at the first TV station where I worked, I got shanghaied into being on-air talent during kids’ programming. Our kids’ club talent had just left, and there was a perfect storm brewing:
With no contract, no additional pay, and no perks, I was suddenly… Explorer Earl. … Read more
How you been doin’? Here’s a quick rundown of the things I’ve done today:
Pit bulls aren’t bad dogs. Some pit bull owners, on the other hand, like whoever’s obviously keeping two injured fighting dogs around and letting mange eat them alive, are real pieces of shit. If not for the likely conflict of personalities with the existing canine security staff at my place, I might’ve taken them home. Great dogs. Didn’t ask for whatever’s happened to them. I couldn’t get them to stay long enough for animal control to show up. Good luck, pups. I want to find your ex-owner and keep him from ever breeding again (whether you read that to mean breeding dogs to fight or breeding more people like himself, you didn’t land too far from the truth). But I’ll settle for you two love-starved mutts finding a loving home.
Sadly, the BS myth about pit bulls being four-legged killing machines across the board will probably prevent this from happening.
Little E got a book about doggies at the book sale; I was sorely tempted by the big box of old Star Trek novels, but I passed. Perused the LPs and tapes to see if there were any out-of-print, not-released-on-anything-but-vinyl movie soundtracks (library and estate sales are awesome for finds like that). No dice, or someone got there before me. (You know, the one other soundtrack nut who lives in this area, if indeed there is one other.)
Next week is the “mostly non-fiction sale.” As the former governor of California once said, “I’ll be back.” Hangin’ with my dawgs, no doubt.… Read more
A big black spidery lookin’ bug got into the house today when Little E and I opened the back door to feed doggies.
It did not live long. … Read more
NAME? I am Sancho.
JOB? I am a hellcat.
JOIN? I would love to join thee!
This story is only tangentially TV-station related, I promise.
One of my fellow board ops at the Fox station was a rather striking redhead who announced, out of the blue, that she was running off to get married. I was disappointed, but for once, not primarily because she was giving us virtually no notice and leaving me stuck with a double shift. I was about to lose my evening shift eye candy. To be fair, we were pretty good friends, but as with so many pretty good female friends, I just never worked up the nerve to go any further than that. I was living on my own and in desperate need of friends; I was paranoid about trying to push beyond that and losing the friendship in the process. I never felt like I had enough to offer to making being “more than friends” worthwhile.
But she did have a parting gift to give me. … Read more
Tomorrow I’ll tell you all about a cat who lived with me, who I think of every time I end up being adopted by a silly cat like Portia who likes to destroy things for fun.… Read more
Can’t you see I’m trying to finish proofreading here? That’s proofreading! Not floofreading!… Read more
Sunlight? Check.
Open window? Check.
Telling gravity to take a hike? Check.
Reveling in one’s own floofiness? Abso-floofin’-lutely.
Next weekend is the sixth anniversary of Olivia’s adoption day. As you can see, she’s already practicing for the gala celebration to be held in her honor. (For comparison, see her Humane Society kitten mug shot: believe it or not, my wife saw this little bundle of spaz and said, “Yes, THAT’S THE ONE.”)… Read more
…I’d be a much more effective guard dog if I could sleep in more often. Just sayin’.… Read more