Lame

Click on the title of this post to check out the "Mosquito Tone".
I think it's kinda lame. I'm 30 yrs. old and have spent a lot of time listening to music that is too loud for my own good. Yet, i could still hear this.
Whatever.

Glutton for ...attention?

I realized that I spent a little too much time on the 'ole "interweb" this evening when I came across the above picture. (That's what I get). There was a story that went with this picture of course, but with an image like this, what does it really matter?

I just wish someone would tell this dude to lose the nipple ring. Nipple rings just don't correlate with fat tummies.

SNL

Remember when this show used to be funny? I do. Now...not so much.

Although I did enjoy Tina Fey's recent Sarah Palin impressions. Very nice.

Boy George

Today was a nice day. Which means the skies weren't all black and it wasn't raining all day. It was the first day in a while I could spend ample time outdoors and not completely freeze my tucas off.
We took George to the Nature Park to go for a nice long walk. Surprisingly there weren't too many people there so George didn't have a lot of opportunity to bark at other dogs. But we did have one close encounter with 2 dogs and George behaved himself...until the big Labrador goosed him. That kinda ticked him off and he growled, but I don't blame him.

So after walking about 2 miles we stopped by the pet store on the way home for some tasty (and smelly) treats for George. Kevin got him a "pig's ear". I'm not sure if it really has anything to do with a pig or an ear, but I do know it stinks. Bad! It smells like a piece of really stinky French cheese. (George is from France so that's probably why he's interested in it).
Anyways we gave him that to quench his chewing fetish this evening. He gnawed on it a while and then all of the sudden he tried to bury it in the couch...and when it wouldn't cooperate he barked at it, and made some other weird noise. Then he just left it there. So something must be up with that smelly piece of rawhide. It is foul. And I do not want to touch it.

I forgot to mention that Kevin also decided to go through the car wash on the way home, with George in the car, of course. Even after I told him that would NOT be a great idea. But he did it anyway. I don't know if he was feeling especially defiant this afternoon, or if he just really wanted to see what George's reaction would be. (I was not that curious...and I know better). Needless to say the obnoxiously loud noises set him into a full blown panic attack, which involved lots of slobber and his incredibly strong claws digging into my legs.
So I'm pretty sure George thinks Kevin is a sadist now, while I was just proud of myself for not saying, "I told you so!" Instead I'll say it now: I TOLD YOU SO!
(I don't know how often Kevin actually reads this, but if he sees this post I'm sure I'll hear about it).

Right now George is taking his 3rd nap of the day. (Sometimes I wish I was a dog). I'm certain he's forgotten about the stinky piece of flesh he left embedded in the couch.
He's probably saving it for later.

Just LOVE it

I've loved this song since I was a kid and used to hear it on the oldies and classic rock radio station. Then I discovered Robert Plant's version (which is fantastic btw) However, I have to say this is my absolute favorite rendition of it. I think the simplicity of it is what makes it so nice.

Kimmy will appreciate this.

Sometimes It's OK To Play With Fire

I just posted a video of Phil Hansen...and b/c I like Jimi Hendrix (and fire) I'll post this one too.
Art and fire, awesome.

Phil and His Tricycle

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a guy I know about art. We were talking about the "regulars" like Pollock, Picasso, Van Gogh, etc. Then he mentioned a contemporary artist named Phil Hansen. I really wasn't familiar with him, but I googled him to check him out.

Who knew a grown man on a tricycle could do amazing things?! Take 3 minutes and check this out. Feel free to mute it though, b/c the song kinda sucks.