What’s this? You HAVEN’T been following my pack on twitter? What, you have something better to do than read the constant unfathomable updates of a bunch of dogs hitting random keys on a laptop? Shame! SHAME! Recent highlights have included “asjkjkjk”, “fdslkjfdkjk”, and the eye-brow raising “alkalkdkld”. Oh, and there’ the pics as well – each one snapped by the portable helmet cams I’ve outfitted each of them with. Here is some of what you’ve missed out on if you’ve been too busy living your lives and whatnot…
- Maximus hoarding his bolt.
- Bubba lording it over the other dogs.
- Whenever I pull out the camera, Jelly assumes this leisurely pose.
- To quote every_starfall quoting some movie: “WHY SO SERIOUS?”
- Brie enjoys her vegan diet. Until later that night when she’ll vomit it all up.
- Maximus and Jelly, the lovebirds. Check out the paw-holding (P.S. No dogs were posed in the taking of this or any other picture).
- Lulu takes down Brie.
- Maximus evidently finds something hilarious.
http://twitter.com/JellMaxBubLu
Hey, what was the last really great movie you saw? I mean “great”; not “switch off your brain popcorn fun”. Off the top of my head, I can’t think of one. Carl has been very big on Up, which he has seen once and plans to see again. Other than that, not much on the radar. The recent lunchtime conversation seems to revolve around movies that “weren’t so bad” when you factor in low expectations. There was one movie Rob saw that he absolutely hated, so much so that he bitterly complained about what a colossal waste of time it was as he took it apart in great detail. Weeks later, Brad saw the same movie and, fully expecting it to be horrible given Rob’s critique, came away “not hating it”. Emboldened by Brad’s not altogether terrible review, Paul saw it. Alas, he went in with slight expectations and was sorely disappointed. He hated it! Hearing this, Carl watched the movie, assuming it would be an utter disaster. Given his low expectations, he came away not disliking it all that intensely. Now, I’ve been thinking of checking the movie out but have to wait out a turn for someone else to go in and reaffirm those rock bottom expectations so that I don’t end up kicking in my speakers in a blind fury.
Hey, one movie I’m cautiously optimistic about – and an SF movie no less – is Moon. Supposedly made for a mere $5 million dollars, the film, starring Sam Rockwell, is the first big screen feature for director Duncan Jones. It’s an intriguing, smart-looking trailer (check it out here: http://www.sonyclassics.com/moon/trailer.html) and, yeah, even though the computer does sound a little like Hal 9000, I’m willing to give it a shot.
Right after someone at work goes to see it and comes back with an unfavorable review.
After dinner tonight, we went out for ice cream. It took me a good fifteen minutes to peruse the various flavors and finally pare down my choices to three: peanut butter chocolate, pistachio, and pecan pie.
“I’ll do three scoops,”I told the server.
He stared back at me as if I’d just ordered an oyster po’boy. “A double?”he asked.
“No,”I corrected him. “A triple.”
He motioned up at the big board. They only went as far as double scoops. Outrageous! He was essentially asking me to drop one of my selections. I mean, seriously. What is this? Sophie’s Choice? No way. Perhaps reading my burgeoning dismay, he suggested he could put three scoops into one of the big 500 ml (roughly half quart) take-home containers. “Sure, sure,”I readily agreed.
I paid for my pint (and my wife’s modest single scoop in a dish) and retired to one of the exterior tables (but only after having to ask for a spoon) where I proceeded to polish it off. All in all, not bad. I can make better – and am thinking I will for work this Friday (but don’t tell the guys). I’m considering experimenting with a milk chocolate with crumbled bacon. Anyway, ten minutes later, we were done. My wife was unable to finish her. “Yeah, neither was I,”I informed her. It wasn’t a lie. Had she checked, she would have noticed the quarter-size of melt bit languishing at the bottom of my mini bucket.
Tomorrow, we’re off to the monthly French Bulldog beach party – to be followed in two weeks by the monthly Pug beach party. Will, of course, report back with pics.
Oooh, feeling a little queasy. Hope I’m not coming down with something.
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