links for 2009-10-27
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If you ever wanted to by me a t-shirt, this would be one you could buy me. XXL please.
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via Chaely
new dogs available for adoption!
Straight from Mexico, our foster organization has some incredibly adorable puppies that are looking for not only forever homes, but foster homes, too.
Our foster dog, Elsa, is featured in this little slideshow above. She’s the sweetest little puppy ever and just loves eating up all the attention she can get. She’s going to stay relatively small. She’s the daintiest eater I’ve ever seen.
We saw the puppies this weekend and I tried to convince The General to help me shove one in my shirt. (Insert sweater puppy joke here.) They’re little roly poly guys (and girls) that you really just want to love on. It doesn’t sound like they’ll get much bigger than 30 pounds, so chances are they’ll even be perfect to live in an apartment.
If you visit the above link, please take note that I’m in love with Nero, who is apparently the naughty one of the crew, and Adolfo, who is the sweetest guy ever.
canal alto consumo
When we moved into this duplex in February, we were immediately worried we’d be the loud neighbors. We’re not small, The Kid walks around like an elephant, and we have two 80 pound dogs. I think we’re a recipe for annoying upstairs neighbors. Add random dogs coming in and out like it’s a halfway house for canines and that just increases the potential for a barking, growling, howling, stampeding disaster.
The only time we hear the downstairs neighbors is when their dog has to go out or they’re watching some type of sporting event. And then the Bald One, who leaves a Bible and a book called “Help me Understand the Bible” on the dash of his Jeep Cherokee, fell in love with perhaps a hyena – one that happens to drive a red car that’s always in my parking spot. She may also be part howler monkey. Or a cat in heat. You get the picture.
The other downstairs roommate, who we can call Pauly Shore thanks to his daily weed smoking habit, can’t stand The Howler Monkey. You can only imagine Pauly’s amount of pleasure when the Bald One announced he’d be marrying The Howler Monkey. Since then, the betrothed couple rarely spend the night here, leaving Pauly to take care of the dog — the dog that belongs to the Bald One.
Recently, The Howler Monkey has been given a key to the downstairs. Since I’m guessing she normally lives in a barn, she can’t seem to enter the house without a grand entrance involving laughing (whether or not she’s by herself or with the Bald One) or smashing her face into all the walls. Or at least that’s what it sounds like.
So I don’t feel too bad taking Spanish lessons via Google translator at this time of night. Especially when I’ve learned how to say the following (out loud, of course):
- street whore
- white dog
- big brown dog
- Mexican street whore dog
- my name is honey bunny
- sweet bunny needs roses
- Cum Slut canal alto consumo (because the English part is way, way dirty)
I’m totally putting bilingual on my resume now.
links for 2009-10-24
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My latest contribution to Minneapolis Metblogs.
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I like to improve my resume writing skills on a regular basis… not only my own but for people I work with! Something like this is super helpful.
i’m writing all over the place
I’ve apparently missed it. Not only have I updated this site TWO WHOLE DAYS in a row, but I’ve also started contributing (once again) to Minneapolis Metblogs. While it’s be nice if you wanted to subscribe to the entire site’s RSS feed, you can also just apparently read my stuff if you click on this link. I’m supposed to post 1-3 times a week, so it shouldn’t get as overhwelming as my RSS feeds do when I don’t read LifeHacker, Deadspin, and PerezHilton more than once a day.
Top 10 Worst Lifetime Original Movies
Top 10 Worst Lifetime Original Movies
The title might be inaccurate, because if you’re anything like me then the more terrible the movie, the more I love it…when it comes to Lifetime Original Movies. Give me a bad soundtrack, overacting and horrible cinematography and I’m a happy camper.
via toptenz.net
Know what makes me sad? The fact that, despite watching the Lifetime TV Movie Network every night before we go to bed, I have yet to see any of these movies. Out of all the channels we pay for (like 45678 or so), we’re extremely hard-pressed to find one that doesn’t have infomercials at some point during the night. And I don’t know what it is about infomercials, but if I wake up to Chuck Norris Walker Texas Ranger and Christie Brinkley teaming up to sell the damn TOTAL GYM, I really can’t handle it.
So we watch douche movies. Not in the douchebag sense really, but in the honest-to-goodness douche-sense thanks to all the damn feminine care commercials they play during the movies.
Watching these movies means that sometimes you wake up to weird things. Just a couple of weeks ago, the alarm went off at 6:30ish and the TV was still on from the night before. I was content with snoozing the alarm and going back to bed. I was nearly asleep again when The General woke me up saying something along these lines: “Balki Bartokomous is in a field playing the cello”. I was convinced it was a bad dream. But no. That’s what was on the TV.
But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t listed in one of these top 10 Lifetime TV Movies, which means there are ten more movies MORE HORRIBLE THAN THAT.
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links for 2009-10-23
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Minneapolis home overrun by foster chickens – Minneapolis / St. Paul News – City Pages – The BlotterWe have one foster dog. And our two dogs. The idea of having a 4th dog is tolerable (as long as it's small). Foster chickens sounds CRAZY.
Panda Helping Pandas!
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links for 2009-10-22
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"The women in American cable news look like a beauty pageant," the MSNBC anchor joked at the New Yorker Festival on Sunday. "I'm not very pretty. I sorta look like a dude, and I have short hair, and I wear boring gray jackets, and I have a big nose. No one's gonna confuse me with a Fox News anchor. No one's gonna call me the anything-Honey."
Posting by email (the test)
I've had a Posterous account for a while, but have never really figured out how to get it to post directly to my domain. My work firewall blocks my website, so when I feel the need to post over lunch, I need a way to do it, dammit. So I'm trying this… we'll see if it works.
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