Monday, February 28, 2005

* If you find yourself in the Houston area on 3/01 you could potentially hook up with this fine gentleman. He has big plans (and high hopes) for one beautiful and willing woman. Remember, he is up for anything. Show up dressed as a clown to test him. And take pictures if you can.

* And when it comes to children, parents view money as no object. Go now and raid your dog's bed, house, or wherever his favorite place to curl up is and cash in big.

Warning: Parents who let their children play with dog toys may have issues paying up. Be firm. Dangle the goods in front of them and the children, and possibly the dog.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

* If you like dogs and/or socks you would like this story of a girl and her sock-eating hound and what she had to do to avert catastrophe. I was going to link to her blog and the story, but she added an update immediately before the story containing a link to some tacky photos. I considered adding a footnote about not clicking on the link, but that would have made everyone click on it and draw way more attention to something I wanted to avoid. (Fred Durst naked. Ewwwww!)

Anyway, here's an excerpt.

"Ok, so, listen to this ... I got up at 6AM to feed my dog and take him out then I came back in and went back to bed. At 7AM Espn puked so I got up to clean it up and I noticed he puked on a sock. I went to pick up the sock and Espn thought I was trying to take his puke away from him (you know, because dogs eat it) and he put the sock in his mouth. Before I could even get his mouth open the sock was GONE! HE ATE A SOCK, WHOLE! omg!"

The rest of the story involves her running around trying to locate some hydrogen peroxide, since that is what the receptionist at the veterinarian clinic told her to force feed him to make him puke up the sock. (Who doesn't keep HP in their medicine chest?) She finally locates some through the neighbor and he coughs up the sock in minutes. Isn't that just adorable?

Friday, February 25, 2005

* Google has a shopping guide called "Froogle" and when you visit there, it gives you a sample of recently searched items. Here's what was listed during my visit.

throws, cigar humidor, mini bar, cowbell, roomba, sharp lcd tv, sleeper sofa, firewall, iron bed, pda case, steam iron, butane fuel, oranges, scrapbook paper, laser pointer, night vision goggles, jolt cola, splinter cell, notebook computers, koosh ball, dollhouse furniture, homeworld, martial arts shoes, mountain bike, ice cube tray

I love this kind of shit. I'm sooooo...nosey.

* I'm not sure what's going on here or if I like it, but if you visit be sure to turn up your speakers or you might miss some great European dance music.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

:::.... I dreamed about water again last night. My whole life I've dreamt of water. Rivers, swimming pools, water parks, etc. This morning I just put it all together...

I'm a Pisces. Fish. That explains it. Anyway, in my dream I was swimming in this pool with no chlorine. It was completely clear and I could see to the bottom which was dirty and I scolded my father for not adding any chlorine, which might have been a concern if we actually had a pool while growing up, but we didn't.

Can you even begin to imagine what swimming in a pool with no color would be like? In my dream it felt like I had been reduced to 1% of my size and placed in a bowl of water, if that gives you any insight as to what this would be like.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

:::.... I have this secret wish to be a delivery driver for a living. It's seems perfect for someone like me because I would get to...

a) Drive around all day listening to talk radio.
b) Not be confined to one place for eight hours.
c) Have limited interaction with people.
"Hello, sign here. Goodbye." Or, "Hello, you ordered 50 cases and I have 45."

The downside to this is...

a) I doubt I could operate any large truck that would be required to haul around whatever it is that needs delivering. (Without running over curbs and/or people.)
b) I probably couldn't lift whatever boxes are being delivered since I am so scrawny.
c) (My girlfriend can attest to this) I simply have no sense of direction.
I know vaguely how to get from point A to point B. Close off any section of road in between and I'm lost.

Plus, after running numerous errands this morning which involved some backtracking I just don't know how even pizza delivery drivers do it. In the car, out of the car, in the car, out of the car, etc. Plus, you are like 100% more likely to get into an accident with all that driving.

In conclusion, based on the above "pros", I still secretly wish to become a delivery driver.

Anyone else have any strange "dream job" scenarios?

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


Our first big order at Monkey Do Collective! If you had your eye on anything it's probably gone!

Must make more stuff.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005


Last night I dreamt about 50% off Valentine's Day candy. I wonder if there's any left. Maybe I should stop by Walgreens on the way to my parent's house.

The lamp has nothing to do with anything. It's just the photo of the day.

Monday, February 14, 2005

"What are you doing over there?"

"Look at my belly!"


Sunday it was my job to take photos of stuff for the website.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

:: Would you look at this fag?...I mean, Tron fan.

Anyone can make that constume.

This is much better in my opinion.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

:::.... Jenny and I got a thing going. Check it out. Buy something even. Pass it on to your good friends. Or stop strangers in the street and tell them about it. That would be nice.

In other news...I started parting my hair down the middle. Very extreme make-over.

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