Wow. This video amazes me. Mainly because it is nearly indistinguishable from the scene if you were to record me sleeping on my parents’ couch just as their one of their small dogs decided to use my midsection to joyously springboard itself from the top frame of the couch to the ground. This video is exactly what it looks like, that is my precise reaction, everything. And like the video, just as I’m about to go back to sleep, the other dog lines right up to do the same thing.

To be brief, if I were a sea lion, I would totally tear the flesh off a penguin. And you can quote me on that.

Pure, Concentrated Spite and Malevolence

[Note: I do not condone the trapping and killing of penguins … if you are a human. However, if you’re an animal being badgered by a (notoriously antagonistic and scientifically-proven evil-scheming) penguin, when all you want to do is sleep—I can totally understand. Have at.]

I mean, as my darling male companion has pointed out every time we go to the zoo, look how they stand around with their arms out like that, all “What, man? You wanna come here and say that to my face? What?!”


“What? What? Come on, bring it!”

…Okay, truthfully I can’t keep this up forever. Penguins are actually so completely adorable, every time I look at them I explode into hearts and kittens. Their adorableness is actually their only natural defense. True story. And for those of you in the pro-penguin camp (and it must be really cold where you camp), here’s a little bone I’ll toss you after maligning their character so ruthlessly above. Prepare to melt into a puddle of cuddly cherubs and Precious Moments figurines.

There. You happy? Jeez.

Hair of the Dog

November 12, 2010

Being a creature of habit, I note that I shower every morning from 6-6:20. I then towel dry my hair and go about the business of my morning, arriving to work at anywhere from 8-9 AM, depending on what I have to do that morning before work. And even if I get there at 9, my hair still hasn’t fully dried by the time I get into the office. This generally leads to a scene of me drying my hair on the hand blow dryer in the ladies’ loo when no one’s looking (and also every once in a while when they catch me, which always is a little awkward). How is it that my hair takes three hours plus to dry? I propose that each strand is made out of a long, absorbent piece of sponge.

Okay. So this may not be my actual hair. It’s close.

And I think I got it bad, but then I come to read up on Pulis, which usually don the dreadlocks of the dog world. With their corded coats, they can take several hours to blow dry or over two days to air dry. This is ridiculous. If I were a Puli, I would demand you Sinead my hair off right the fuck now.

I now feel better about my own hair. And I kind of want a Puli. They’re so cool.

And a Puli groomer. Cause, hell. Who has that kind of patience?

Like a little, furry cannonball.