Photo: Jackson asleep on the couch. A colleague said he looked "angelic" in this picture. True dat. What can you say when your dog is more photogenic than you are?
Been away for awhile again, this time because my dog's been very ill, to the extent that I had to bring him to the vet yesterday and he has to spend two, maybe three, days and nights there to recover. He's got an infected pancreas, which sounds nasty to me. Very treatable, they say, and he doesn't have a fever, which means the infection wasn't too bad, but he'd been vomiting a ton of times over the past few days. So wish Jackson the Wonderdog well!
So a few random things on my mind lately:
--I'm as lazy as anyone. (Well, actually I'm very hyperactive and always busy, but whatever.) But I draw some kind of line. Convenience is just a fancy word for laziness, and there's only so much convenience I can take. I don't know exactly where the line is, but a lot of money at the cost of convenience/laziness is simply not something I'll allow myself. (Heck, not even a little amount of money.)
So recently there were two instances on Pawn Stars that drove me crazy. I
He sold it to the Pawn Stars for $7,200. After the expert says that if the seller takes it to an auction, it would sell for fifteen grand, and so he'd walk away with at least ten to twelve thousand, he sells it to them for $7,200. That's a loss, minimum, of $2,800, and probably more like $4,800. Why? Because he's standing in front of a buyer, right then and there. Didn't want to make a few calls, and drive it or ship it anywhere--or wait. That's just crazy. Someone's got to explain this to me.
--Two girls, both twelve years old, were murdered this past week by someone as they were walking or riding a bike to a friend's house. And a twenty-two year old woman in Oregon was killed by a man who punched through a window of her SUV, got in the car and killed her, dumped her body, used her phone and then dumped the phone (cell phones can be traced), and then left her car somewhere. It's a sick world out there.
--I've heard weather experts say it's going to be a very cold winter around here. I've also heard the same number say it'll be a warm winter, though not as warm as last year. A warm winter actually means more snow around here, as it's too dry to snow when it's too cold. I'll take the too cold anyday. More snow means bad driving, more shoveling, less walking of the dog, which will lead to much more whining, and possibly paying a neighbor to plow my driveway if the snow gets crazy. So here's to the cold--but no ice on the roads, please. Hate that.
--If Romney wins, I don't want to hear it from the 47% he obviously doesn't care about. In his head, he's the rich white man's president.
--During the last debate, his facial expressions ran the gamut between obvious lovey-dovey towards Obama, to looking like he was about to vomit, with the occasional greasy used car salesman thrown in. Weird, sad and slimy, in turns.
--His chin and jowls are tucked; his hair is slicked; his chin got in a duel with Jay Leno and won; his smile is either slick, sick or frozen. He's more superficial than flavored ice cream on the nip and tucked face and silicone lips of a bottled blonde with chest enhancements. And he openly and honestly doesn't give a damn about at least 47% of the country. Voting for him would still be less insane than voting for Bush, especially the second time, but it would still be insane, nonetheless, and if you believe his assertion that he's run businesses and so therefore he can run the country, then you must think that snuffing out a lit candle makes you a professional firefighter.
--You can break a mirror in one second, but it would take a ton of hours to fix every little piece of glass into the mirror frame. And so it would obviously take more than four years to fix eight years of broken pieces. In fact, it would take at least a generation. We can't give that, but we can give four more.
--This is post #250 on this site. I appreciate my audience. Thanks for reading, everyone.