The Day The Earth Stood Still ( 1951? )
Black and white films are my guilty pleasure. Well, those and dark chocolate.
Tonights film was delicious.
I'm a cheater. I download films. "Cuz I'm poor". Oooh! Guess who said that!
My favorite bittorrent is http://www.vuze.com/app
And DAMN!!!! Just when you think you have the best dog giggle going, she takes off out the door trailing the pink boa in her mouth.
Lesson to oneself; put all new shit up high.
December 13, 2008
Winterpeg ( I have final and approved permission to call it that now )
My brother and sister in law recently moved back to Winnipeg ( that's in the province of Manitoba, in the country of Canada for you geographically challenged ) after living on the Wet West Balmy Coast of B.C.
I think they were incrediblystupid brave to make that move! Wow!
He has provided me with irrefutable proof that Winnipeg, truly is a Winterpeg. The bone chilling freezing fucking cold of -50 windchill is to descend upon them this evening.
I too wasstupid brave enough to live in Winterpeg. A couple of times. My first move there was in mid November. I stepped off the train clad in jeans, runners, t-shirt and sweater, carrying a light jacket. Ummmm, yah, right. My body tightened up and refused to move. After being scraped/ripped off that spot, I attempted to move my legs. Ha! Rubber souls and thick packed sidewalk ice are enemies. On my ass I went. I can still see the laughing faces of farmers and Hutterites. ( Hutterites are a Canadian version of the Amish....sorta', but not. But sorta'. )
I got all nestled in my new apartment, 3rd floor, with a view as far as the eyes can see. ( and that's a long way across the flat prairies ). My third morning there I was excited, because I heard it would snow overnight!! I woke up...opened the curtains to my balcony....and saw white. That's it, just white. *blink blink*
Lit a smoke, peed, put a kettle on for tea, looked again and it was still white. *blink blink*
Phone rings, it's my step-father asking me to make a list of groceries 'cause he's heading to the store. What is he talking about? Had he made a tunnel? No, he says, I'm taking a sleigh. A fucking sleigh?? He directs me to turn on the news channel.
It had snowed soooo much overnight that the roads were useless. The freaking army were driving around town in tanks picking up doctors and nurses to take them to work. Not one vehicle was on the road. Tanks, skidoos, and LARGE sleighs were the transport of necessity.
Phoned my step-father back and placed my order. Good thing because that store was shut down, employees couldn't make it there the next day.
A week or so later life returned to normal. The tanks and army personnel were back to their lives, transit began, cars on roads, no sleighs. Whooo. Hooooo, I'm thinking.
I hop on a bus to downtown do a bit of checking out my bearings. After an hour of walking around in the cold I spot a sign on a window "Fried 'Shrooms and Peas". Ohhh yum, I love fried 'Shrooms and Peas! I walk inside and immediately my glasses fog up. I take them off so I can at least manage to navigate to a table. I sit down, grab a napkin to wipe the now dripping wet glasses....and the fucking frames snap in half. I kid you not.
WTF??? Bizzaro world.
I suppose my frames were made in some country where it was swelteringly hot, and once they had a serious taste of frostbite, they bit it.
Hey, little bro, I am waiting for the photo of you B-B-Q ing outdoors!
I think they were incredibly
He has provided me with irrefutable proof that Winnipeg, truly is a Winterpeg. The bone chilling freezing fucking cold of -50 windchill is to descend upon them this evening.
I too was
I got all nestled in my new apartment, 3rd floor, with a view as far as the eyes can see. ( and that's a long way across the flat prairies ). My third morning there I was excited, because I heard it would snow overnight!! I woke up...opened the curtains to my balcony....and saw white. That's it, just white. *blink blink*
Lit a smoke, peed, put a kettle on for tea, looked again and it was still white. *blink blink*
Phone rings, it's my step-father asking me to make a list of groceries 'cause he's heading to the store. What is he talking about? Had he made a tunnel? No, he says, I'm taking a sleigh. A fucking sleigh?? He directs me to turn on the news channel.
It had snowed soooo much overnight that the roads were useless. The freaking army were driving around town in tanks picking up doctors and nurses to take them to work. Not one vehicle was on the road. Tanks, skidoos, and LARGE sleighs were the transport of necessity.
Phoned my step-father back and placed my order. Good thing because that store was shut down, employees couldn't make it there the next day.
A week or so later life returned to normal. The tanks and army personnel were back to their lives, transit began, cars on roads, no sleighs. Whooo. Hooooo, I'm thinking.
I hop on a bus to downtown do a bit of checking out my bearings. After an hour of walking around in the cold I spot a sign on a window "Fried 'Shrooms and Peas". Ohhh yum, I love fried 'Shrooms and Peas! I walk inside and immediately my glasses fog up. I take them off so I can at least manage to navigate to a table. I sit down, grab a napkin to wipe the now dripping wet glasses....and the fucking frames snap in half. I kid you not.
WTF??? Bizzaro world.
I suppose my frames were made in some country where it was swelteringly hot, and once they had a serious taste of frostbite, they bit it.
Hey, little bro, I am waiting for the photo of you B-B-Q ing outdoors!
December 12, 2008
BBC shits on Crufts
Have you seen the BBC documentary "Pedigree Dogs Exposed"? A stunning eye-opener for folks who do not know. It's available in 6 ten minute videos available HERE
And here's a link to the latest news on .BBC VS Crufts
My thoughts? Imagine millions and millions of people applauding
And here's a link to the latest news on .BBC VS Crufts
My thoughts? Imagine millions and millions of people applauding
A Snow Dump? I can only wish!!
I was looking at the weather forecast for my neck of the woods. In a bright red banner were the words I've been longing/desiring/fervently wishing to see:
SNOWFALL WARNING
*gigglegigglegigglegiggle*
I've been very patient waiting for the fluffy white stuff to happen. I mean geez, here it is waaaay into December and nothing yet. My winter gear is wasting away! I want to wear a thick scarf! I want to have to wear mittens! I want to clomp around in my snow boots! Snow already dammit!!
Winter is my favorite season. Can 'ya tell? *gigglegigglegigglegiggle*
SNOWFALL WARNING
*gigglegigglegigglegiggle*
I've been very patient waiting for the fluffy white stuff to happen. I mean geez, here it is waaaay into December and nothing yet. My winter gear is wasting away! I want to wear a thick scarf! I want to have to wear mittens! I want to clomp around in my snow boots! Snow already dammit!!
Winter is my favorite season. Can 'ya tell? *gigglegigglegigglegiggle*
December 11, 2008
Baby Steps
Watcher had a WTF?? moment and I had a WHOA! moment last night.
I was on my way out the door to visit a friend, and at the last second I put Watcher's collar on and brought him with me. I'd never taken any of my dogs there, but because Watcher truly adores Brianne ( 3 y/o human of the household :) ), I thought they'd both enjoy it.
Once there he enthusiastically bounded out of our Van, HUGE grin on his face, gleefully following me to the staircase where we needed to climb to the second floor apartment.
One paw ever so lightly touched the first step up, and then the WTF? look.
Watcher Data: Not once in his entire life had he seen/done stairs. He was born and raised for the 1st year of his life in a *reputable* puppymill ( I'm working on a post about *reputable* animal mills, soon to come ), of which the kennels were ground level. Then he came into my home where their are only 2 steps to come in the front door.
He watched me walk up halfway, about 10 steps, and he fucking freaked. He ran the length of the building and back in the blink of an eye, ran to the bottom step and valiantly attempted the dreaded ladder to hell again.
FAIL.
His anxiety increased a million fold because I, his reason for being, his ability to live and breathe ( those are Watcher's thoughts, not mine.... he's one of those dogs that truly believe that, or maybe it's *separation anxiety* that all those so called self experts think, whateva) was getting further from him.
I went down and tried to cheerfully entice him up "c'mon Watcher! let's go! let's gooo!!" Nuh uh. I tried cajoling "c'mon babe, s'okay let's go up Watcher". Nuh uh.
While taking him back to his safe spot, the Van, I realized that not one of my dogs had walked up stairs. They have sailed over 6' 10" width raised 2' garden boxes when shrieked at by moi, jumped 4' high temporary garden partitions to help me garden by digging the holes (o m g *scream*), scaled a 4 tier flower shelf, but never walked up stairs.
A bit ago I started thinking about making them a sort of "playground" in the yard. A fun agility type of playground. ( easy instructions Here ) I'm thinkin' I need to incorporate some stairs in there.
I was on my way out the door to visit a friend, and at the last second I put Watcher's collar on and brought him with me. I'd never taken any of my dogs there, but because Watcher truly adores Brianne ( 3 y/o human of the household :) ), I thought they'd both enjoy it.
Once there he enthusiastically bounded out of our Van, HUGE grin on his face, gleefully following me to the staircase where we needed to climb to the second floor apartment.
One paw ever so lightly touched the first step up, and then the WTF? look.
Watcher Data: Not once in his entire life had he seen/done stairs. He was born and raised for the 1st year of his life in a *reputable* puppymill ( I'm working on a post about *reputable* animal mills, soon to come ), of which the kennels were ground level. Then he came into my home where their are only 2 steps to come in the front door.
He watched me walk up halfway, about 10 steps, and he fucking freaked. He ran the length of the building and back in the blink of an eye, ran to the bottom step and valiantly attempted the dreaded ladder to hell again.
FAIL.
His anxiety increased a million fold because I, his reason for being, his ability to live and breathe ( those are Watcher's thoughts, not mine.... he's one of those dogs that truly believe that, or maybe it's *separation anxiety* that all those so called self experts think, whateva) was getting further from him.
I went down and tried to cheerfully entice him up "c'mon Watcher! let's go! let's gooo!!" Nuh uh. I tried cajoling "c'mon babe, s'okay let's go up Watcher". Nuh uh.
While taking him back to his safe spot, the Van, I realized that not one of my dogs had walked up stairs. They have sailed over 6' 10" width raised 2' garden boxes when shrieked at by moi, jumped 4' high temporary garden partitions to help me garden by digging the holes (o m g *scream*), scaled a 4 tier flower shelf, but never walked up stairs.
A bit ago I started thinking about making them a sort of "playground" in the yard. A fun agility type of playground. ( easy instructions Here ) I'm thinkin' I need to incorporate some stairs in there.
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