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"Only two things are infinite--the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." Albert Einstein

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Saturday, October 03, 2009
Back in time

2009 - Washing Well Wenches 5I took a bit of a break from studying today. Well, actually, it's probably more accurate to say I took a break from taking a break from studies. I've been slacking a lot this semester--have to fix that. Anyway, it's that time of year where cute girls put on bodices and manly men wear their swords in public. I am, obviously, talking about the annual Northern California Renaissance Faire. It's a rather entertaining way to spend the day (though expensive, since there are a bunch of shops with cool things), so I usually try to head out one day each season. All of the usual favorites were there, such as Moonie and Broon and various preferred vendors. And this year I was introduced (using the term loosely, unfortunately) to the hilariously entertaining antics of the Washing Well Wenches, represented by Dotti and Ruby (who, I might add, are quite cute despite the stage personae). The whole day was quite a pleasant little distraction. Though now I am further behind in my studies. Oh well. The bodices made it all worth it.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Duncan and me

A few weeks ago I rented Marley & Me. I had heard many good things about the book, and mixed reviews of the movie. In all honesty, I found the film to be a bit disappointing. True, there were some amusing bits. But overall, it felt extremely lacking. While the title is "Marley & Me" and the ending is a somber one (supposedly) full of emotion, the story focused more on the "Me" and the family, rather than the relationship between "Me" and "Marley." Marley, it seemed, was presented primarily as a supporting character . . . a marketing hook meant to distinguish the film from countless other romantic comedies. When the inevitable ending rolled around, there was no real basis for the emotional connection that was meant to be present between the title characters. Now, I have not read the book, and can only assume that it fleshes out the relationship more thoroughly.

But I will admit that towards the end, I did begin to tear up. Sitting on my couch, watching the portrayal of a man making the difficult decision to let his "best friend" go, I instinctively found myself reaching down towards the floor, intent on scratching Duncan behind the ear But he wasn't there. As I've no doubt mentioned before, he's been living with my folks for some time now. With my work & school schedule, he was being left alone far too much. So my parents graciously took him in. As I choked up a bit, I realized it was not because I felt anything for the characters in the film, but because I saw myself in "Me"'s shoes. Duncan turned 14 this past July--no spring chicken for a dog his age. And watching that scene reminded me that it was likely that day wasn't too far off for the two of us . . . sitting at the vet's office, staring into his puppy dog eyes, making one of the most difficult decisions I would have to make. And saying goodbye to one of my dearest friends.

This weekend, it seems, that day came. Visiting my folks on Monday, we discussed how badly my baby has deteriorated. Oh, he puts on a good front--pretending like nothing is wrong. Which only made reality more difficult. While he periodically gets spurts of energy and wanders around, it is an obvious struggle for him to stand up. And even once risen, he stays up for only a few minutes and then abruptly plops back to the floor. My folks have observed his hind legs completely collapse when doing something as simple as taking a single step (2-3") down out the door. And his breathing is noticeably labored even while laying down. Our vet has commented more than once about how I can "read" Duncan . . . I know him so well that despite his best efforts at hiding things I can usually tell when something is wrong. As I looked into his face, and he gave me a big doggy-style smile as if to say "Dude, it's cool--I'm happy to see you" all I could see was the sadness in his eyes. It was the "I hurt, but I don't want you to see it and feel bad" look.

Today I say thank you for 14 years of unconditional love and friendship. Today I say goodbye to the best damn 4-legged friend a guy could ever ask for.

Friday, July 24, 2009
Overdue

Hi all. Well, hi to anyone who still happens to read this blog, which probably isn't anyone. I've once again been terribly remiss in updating. Sorry about that. But I have some time today, so here we go.

I had my last final for Summer session last night. I am confident that I passed the class, but do not feel I did terribly well. Sadly, I went into the final with one goal . . . score a 60 or better so I don't have to repeat the class. No concern over how it would affect the GPA or anything . . . just pass. I don't like taking that attitude, but I unfortunately did in this instance. The good news is that I now have about three weeks off from school before the next session starts. I only hope I actually put the time to good use.

I took yesterday off from work to do some last minute cramming, and today off so I could have a little relaxing fun extended weekend. The original plan was to go fishing, since it's been ages since last I wet a line. However, I somehow twisted my knee this morning, and so was not in the mood to hike around my usual lake. Dammit. Instead, I figured I'd use the opportunity to catch a showing of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince without the crowds. Good flick. Lots of fun, some action, drama and sorrow, all with a solid plot and the usual spot-on acting.

I damn near squealed when a trailer for Where the Wild Things Are came on. Yes, a grown man just said he nearly squealed. In public. At an ad for a children's movie. Deal with it. Thing is, that was one of my all-time favorite books as a child, and I was much delighted when I heard last year that a movie was being made based on it. I had nearly forgotten about it until today when the trailer aired. My calendar is officially marked.

Additionally, a new trailer for G.I. Joe popped its ugly head up. It did not make me want to see the movie any more. Actually, it may have even made me want to see it less, if that is at all possible. The film looks absolutely horrid. That being said, I shall probably end up seeing the damn thing anyway. Why? I'll tell you why. First, it has Dr. Who in it. And second, the Baroness (Sienna Miller) and Scarlett (Rachel Nichols) are absolutely gorgeous. And let's face it--strap a couple beautiful women in tight leather outfits and I'll probably go see the movie even if I know it's going to suck big hairy cheese balls, because I'm that pathetic.

Work is the usual bullshit. Stupid a-hole people getting their way, while the good, hard-working folks get dumped on. Lord, I hope I find something else soon.

Anywho, nothing much else to say. I'll try to update a little bit more during the break, though don't hold your breath since we all know my good intentions don't always come through.

Friday, July 10, 2009
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Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Such a day

Recently, my cell phone has been having issues. It randomly decides to turn off. Initially, I thought that it my fault . . . not paying attention to the battery level and forgetting to charge it. But yesterday it up and turned off, even while saying it had half a charge. I plugged it in anyway, and let it fully charge. Within five minutes after turning it back on, it died again. After being off (and unplugged) all night long, this morning it showed 3/4 charge. I need to take the thing in, because I think it's got a short somewhere.

When I got home from work today I had two other lovely surprises. The first being that a family of feral cats has taken up residence under my deck. I know this because when I opened my back door to let some fresh air in, one of them (who had been sunning itself on my deck) darted underneath. Then I noticed something furry in Duncan's doghouse. Since it was gray, I knew it wasn't him. Plus, he's living at my parents' house now since I'm working & going to school. As I approached, a second cat darted out of the house & under the deck. It was a youngling . . . not quite sure I'd call it a "kitten" but definitely not old enough to be an adult. Which means it's probably got brothers & sisters. Oh joy.

As I approached the doghouse to make sure there were no additional furballs in there, I happened to notice wet ground. Right outside the area where my water heater is. Upon further inspection I discovered (you guessed it) that my water heater has sprung a rather serious leak. Water was gushing out. So, I will have to be taking a cold shower in the morning, and hope the plumber is able to replace it tomorrow afternoon as indicated.

Theoretically, bad things happen in threes. So I'm hopefully good for a while. But I really don't need this kind of shit right now, what with a major research paper due on Tuesday & finals in less than 2 weeks.

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