Sunday, May 30, 2004
Tango the Wonder Kitty's big movie debut
So, has everyone seen Tango's new movie, Shrek 2? His character's name, of course, is Puss In Boots, but we all know it's really Tango in that stylish outfit. A side-by-side comparison:
See? It's Tango. It really was quite spiffy of Antonio Banderas to do the voice. Very fitting. But I am wondering when Tango's going to get paid for the movie. It has grossed over $200 million so far, so surely the money will come any day now.
Puss In Boots should have been based on Tango. They have the same personalities, even. They're both very fond of themselves, they're both vain, and both love to scratch the heck out of others. They're twins.
Speaking of Shrek 2, if anyone has the overwhelming urge to buy a Shrek 14" plush doll, please see my eBay auction (ends June 2nd at 9:12pm Pacific time). I actually have three of the little critters... one will be going to my niece and I will probably sell the other one, depending on whether this one sells.
So if you're interested, please bid. It will go to a good cause, namely me. I'm broke. ;-) I really want to keep one of the dolls (I'm 30 going on 8, and I'm okay with that), but such is life.
Hey! I can get Tango to shed on it if you want... you know, for added value.
Or not.
In non-Shrek 2 news, I'm happy to report my chow, Tai, has been doing better lately, so hopefully he'll be around for a few more months, at least. The medicine he's on is expensive ($60/month), but he's worth it. Now, if I could just convince him he really doesn't have to go outside every night at about 3am, life would be good.
Speaking of that, one of my other dogs, Lucky, has taken to getting me up in the mornings by whining, barking, and moaning very loudly in the most pathetic manner you've ever heard. She's quite adept at making sure I know she's very lonely and needs us both up right this very second. And I can't even yell at her to stop because the danged thing can't hear very well.
This is the same dog who won't let me close my bedroom door at night for more than a few minutes before she starts whining. And if she's actually in my room when I close it, she whines to be let out.
This from a dog who spent the first nine years of her life as an outdoor dog before she came to live in Suckerland, a.k.a. my house. Which is why she does it, I'm sure. No more being left alone for her.
Needless to say, I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Tango's been on a major knocking-things-out-of-the-cupboard-where-his-catnip-is-stored kick, which he only feels compelled to do at night. Telling him "no" doesn't faze him, so it doesn't do any good to scold him. I think he likes it, actually. He's really not normal.
I'm off to go try to get some sleep before the circus starts again tonight. If you don't hear from me ever again, it will be because I've finally lost all of my marbles and the nice men in white coats have come to take me away. Which, when I think about it, sounds rather good... no cats, no dogs...
No, never mind. As much as they drive me crazy, I wouldn't trade them for anything. Which proves I really am insane.
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Puss In Boots: | Tango On Couch:
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See? It's Tango. It really was quite spiffy of Antonio Banderas to do the voice. Very fitting. But I am wondering when Tango's going to get paid for the movie. It has grossed over $200 million so far, so surely the money will come any day now.
Puss In Boots should have been based on Tango. They have the same personalities, even. They're both very fond of themselves, they're both vain, and both love to scratch the heck out of others. They're twins.
Speaking of Shrek 2, if anyone has the overwhelming urge to buy a Shrek 14" plush doll, please see my eBay auction (ends June 2nd at 9:12pm Pacific time). I actually have three of the little critters... one will be going to my niece and I will probably sell the other one, depending on whether this one sells.
So if you're interested, please bid. It will go to a good cause, namely me. I'm broke. ;-) I really want to keep one of the dolls (I'm 30 going on 8, and I'm okay with that), but such is life.
Hey! I can get Tango to shed on it if you want... you know, for added value.
Or not.
In non-Shrek 2 news, I'm happy to report my chow, Tai, has been doing better lately, so hopefully he'll be around for a few more months, at least. The medicine he's on is expensive ($60/month), but he's worth it. Now, if I could just convince him he really doesn't have to go outside every night at about 3am, life would be good.
Speaking of that, one of my other dogs, Lucky, has taken to getting me up in the mornings by whining, barking, and moaning very loudly in the most pathetic manner you've ever heard. She's quite adept at making sure I know she's very lonely and needs us both up right this very second. And I can't even yell at her to stop because the danged thing can't hear very well.
This is the same dog who won't let me close my bedroom door at night for more than a few minutes before she starts whining. And if she's actually in my room when I close it, she whines to be let out.
This from a dog who spent the first nine years of her life as an outdoor dog before she came to live in Suckerland, a.k.a. my house. Which is why she does it, I'm sure. No more being left alone for her.
Needless to say, I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Tango's been on a major knocking-things-out-of-the-cupboard-where-his-catnip-is-stored kick, which he only feels compelled to do at night. Telling him "no" doesn't faze him, so it doesn't do any good to scold him. I think he likes it, actually. He's really not normal.
I'm off to go try to get some sleep before the circus starts again tonight. If you don't hear from me ever again, it will be because I've finally lost all of my marbles and the nice men in white coats have come to take me away. Which, when I think about it, sounds rather good... no cats, no dogs...
No, never mind. As much as they drive me crazy, I wouldn't trade them for anything. Which proves I really am insane.
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Monday, May 17, 2004
And find me they shall
I'm more than a little concerned over the way in which folks find their way to this blog. A few examples of recent keyword searches used:
I don't even know what to say about these. Who would want to see Carrie Fisher wearing diapers? What's up with "male dog" + lipstick? What is a soap booger? What on earth is going on with people??
No, wait, I don't want to know. I don't think I could take it.
A little bedroom action
In other news, I had a man with a big tool in my bedroom not long ago. And let me tell you, when he plugged it in and the action started, it was full speed ahead. He knew just where to connect to make me see lights flashing before my eyes.
I don't even know his last name. It doesn't matter. What he did for me was glorious, but I hope I don't see him again for a long, long time.
The man, of course, was someone from the phone company, and he was changing my DSL line to a different circuit. My connection had been wonky for several days to where it would stop responding throughout the day and I'd have to reset everything. Repeatedly. But my new friend with the big tool changed all that.
Incidentally, the big tool was the line tester which made sure things were connected properly. The DSL connection, that is. And now that I'm happily connected once again, I don't need the man with the big tool anymore. Now, if they'd send a woman...
Ahem. Sorry about that. Don't mind me, just a little daydreaming.
Heck, we wouldn't even need a big tool...
Yep. It's good to dream.
Affection run amuck
Anyway, in Tango the Wonder Kitty news, I don't know how to deal with Tango purring at me all the time. It used to be he would come around when he wanted attention, then he'd go elsewhere and do whatever else he did, which usually involved breaking something. But now... well, he still breaks stuff, but mostly he follows me around, rubbing up things, purring constantly. It's a little disconcerting.
He mostly corners me when I go to the bathroom, because he knows I'll be stuck there for at least a minute or two most of the time. I usually end up having to hold him while he rolls around in my arms, purring and staring at me, demanding I pet his belly.
I have a kitty stalker.
Oh, well. It could be worse, after all. He could expect me to carry him around in my arms all the time, like he did when he was a kitten. And goodness knows, despite how much trouble he gets into, I wouldn't trade him for anything. He's my little man.
Yes, I do realize how badly I need a social life.
But, I am thankful for each of my animals, especially now. One of my dogs, the chow named Tai, is not doing too well, and he's going to have to be put down before long. He's an absolute sweetheart and I'm going to miss him very much.
No matter how many animals I've had in my lifetime, it never gets easier to let one go. I'm just hoping we'll be able to afford to get him cremated like we did with out last two dogs... he lived with them for many years, and he deserves to be there with them when he dies. Right now it's not looking good. We'll see.
Before I sign off, I would just like to ask those of you who have pets to give them extras hugs. And treats. Treats are always good.
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- mavis applewater, fish
- horse paperweight "decisions, decisions"
- free lesbian licking
- Pictures of Carrie fisher wearing diapers
- magic rattle poo
- public domain photos of corn cob pipes
- spaceballs gender roles
- anderson cooper's dog
- lesbian hat random face
- "male dog"+lipstick
- "tow truck" AND pig AND xena AND uber
- Ellen Degeneres men's watches
- dead fish jerry springer
- celine's dog sex
- days of our lives soap booger
- anderson cooper self made tan
- naked sexy divas
I don't even know what to say about these. Who would want to see Carrie Fisher wearing diapers? What's up with "male dog" + lipstick? What is a soap booger? What on earth is going on with people??
No, wait, I don't want to know. I don't think I could take it.
A little bedroom action
In other news, I had a man with a big tool in my bedroom not long ago. And let me tell you, when he plugged it in and the action started, it was full speed ahead. He knew just where to connect to make me see lights flashing before my eyes.
I don't even know his last name. It doesn't matter. What he did for me was glorious, but I hope I don't see him again for a long, long time.
The man, of course, was someone from the phone company, and he was changing my DSL line to a different circuit. My connection had been wonky for several days to where it would stop responding throughout the day and I'd have to reset everything. Repeatedly. But my new friend with the big tool changed all that.
Incidentally, the big tool was the line tester which made sure things were connected properly. The DSL connection, that is. And now that I'm happily connected once again, I don't need the man with the big tool anymore. Now, if they'd send a woman...
Ahem. Sorry about that. Don't mind me, just a little daydreaming.
Heck, we wouldn't even need a big tool...
Yep. It's good to dream.
Affection run amuck
Anyway, in Tango the Wonder Kitty news, I don't know how to deal with Tango purring at me all the time. It used to be he would come around when he wanted attention, then he'd go elsewhere and do whatever else he did, which usually involved breaking something. But now... well, he still breaks stuff, but mostly he follows me around, rubbing up things, purring constantly. It's a little disconcerting.
He mostly corners me when I go to the bathroom, because he knows I'll be stuck there for at least a minute or two most of the time. I usually end up having to hold him while he rolls around in my arms, purring and staring at me, demanding I pet his belly.
I have a kitty stalker.
Oh, well. It could be worse, after all. He could expect me to carry him around in my arms all the time, like he did when he was a kitten. And goodness knows, despite how much trouble he gets into, I wouldn't trade him for anything. He's my little man.
Yes, I do realize how badly I need a social life.
But, I am thankful for each of my animals, especially now. One of my dogs, the chow named Tai, is not doing too well, and he's going to have to be put down before long. He's an absolute sweetheart and I'm going to miss him very much.
No matter how many animals I've had in my lifetime, it never gets easier to let one go. I'm just hoping we'll be able to afford to get him cremated like we did with out last two dogs... he lived with them for many years, and he deserves to be there with them when he dies. Right now it's not looking good. We'll see.
Before I sign off, I would just like to ask those of you who have pets to give them extras hugs. And treats. Treats are always good.
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