Saturday, January 14, 2006

Actual conversation with mom

Me: "Did you see the entry I wrote about Polaris?"
Mom: "Yes! Didn't you see the comment I left?"
Me: "You left a comment? It wasn't too mean to you, was it?"
Mom: "No, it was so funny! Did you look at the comment?"
Me: "I'm looking, but I don't see any comments from you."
Mom: "Oh, I must have forgotten to click the Send button."

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Introducing Polaris

My mom has kept and raised Boxers since 1979. In her day, she's seen many a bitch pass through her household. A few years ago, she started to slow down. It was becoming too hard to keep three or four of the dogs in the tiny house at once. They often acted like Japanese fighting fish. The house was re-engineered to feature a series of rooms that acted like locks. She'd have to release one dog into the dining room, then lower the room itself so the dog could continue to the kitchen. Otherwise, there'd be trouble.

A few years ago, mom and stepdad whittled the herd down to one last dog, Peanut. Peanut was a sweet old boxer. He got sick last year but kept hanging on, happy to see anyone who came by to pay respects. Finally, last summer, Peanut was shelled by the rogue elephant in the sky.

I thought that maybe that would be it for the dogs, but soon thereafter a new sheriff gaited into town: Polaris. Named after a shitty George Clooney movie, Polaris was a Boxer with a difference.

The first time I dropped by the house, my mom gave me a number of rules for dealing with Polaris.


  • He doesn't like people very much, and acts weird around them.

  • Say hello to him and then ignore him.

  • Pet him once but don't get him crazy.

  • Don't get at face level with him.

  • If you hear him start to growl, back off quickly.

  • Don't let two people pay attention to him at once, because he gets protective of one and snaps at the other.

  • Don't go anywhere near his favorite toys because he thinks you're stealing them.



Why was Polaris so upset? What turned him against the world? One can only speculate, but I was told that he had a rough life at his previous home. Every Boxer I have ever met had "a rough life at his previous home," which is the official AKC excuse for any Boxer who suddenly, without warning, becomes Baron Von Munchbaby.

But wait a minute! After a few minutes with Polaris, I realized that not only was he relatively normal, he was also the dumbest looking dog I'd ever seen. Seriously, check him out. But he wasn't going crazy. He wasn't growling or biting or killing. He wasn't showing any of the symptoms of Von Munchbaby Syndrome. Then I started to think back. When Peanut came into the house, I was warned:


  • He doesn't like people very much, and acts weird around them.

  • Say hello to him and then ignore him.

  • Pet him once but don't get him crazy.

  • Don't get at face level with him.

  • If you hear him start to growl, back off quickly.

  • Don't let two people pay attention to him at once, because he gets protective of one and snaps at the other.

  • Don't go anywhere near his favorite toys because he thinks you're stealing them.



I was also told that Peanut was a good judge of character (he was slated to be a witness in the Alito confirmation hearings until he got shelled), his favorite color was yellow, and his favorite food was omelettes. And then I started to realize something. My mother was stark raving bonkers. She was feeding the dog out of 14 teacups and a laundry ball. She was knitting him a Boxer cozy made out of Lite beer can pop tops that my stepdad kept in a Hefty bag in the basement. There was a stack of old copies of Popular Mining holding the couch up. She still had a record player. I quickly excused myself and went running into the night.

Friday, January 6, 2006

Movie review of the day

Wow, someone has quite a complex. Keep in mind he's reviewing BloodRayne.

another worship-the-female flick
By:
zip1949
6 out of 50 users found this helpful

Consistent with a major trend in movies, this movie exhibits a major trend...worship the female doesnt matter if the general concept is remotely true, it ONLY matters that another female is projected as being some kind of super human, and thus above males.Do your homework and investigate where the true differences are between males and females see which gender dominates the area where Einstein lived.

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Smash Hits of the 80s

As I was embarking upon an editing marathon yesterday, just me, layouts, and Napster, I realized once again that the 1980s, which just happens to be the decade in which I was a teen, had the best music of all time. Funny how that works.

I thought it would be fun (and by "fun" I mean "dull") to have these songs vie against one another for my attention. Tough choices have to be made here. Choose the better song from each pairing below, and see how many you can get right! Oh, and impeach Bush.

"West End Girls" or "What Have I Done To Deserve This?"
"Let Me Go" or "Love Plus One"
"Radio Free Europe" or "New Year's Day"
"Perfect Kiss" or "People Are People"
"Tainted Love" or "Hungry Like The Wolf"
"Dance Hall Days" or "Alive And Kicking"
"Alive and Kicking" or "Change"
"Only You" or "Glittering Prize"
"Europa and the Pirate Twins" or "She Blinded Me With Science"
"Love My Way" or "I Melt With You"
"Rock The Kasbah" or "Der Kommissar"
"Don't You Want Me?" or "Look of Love"
"Sledgehammer" or "Tenderness"
"When Doves Cry" or "How Soon Is Now?"
"The Walk" or "The Cutter"