The obligatory POOP post I just got done reading the latest posts over at dooce.com, as is my almost-daily ritual. Today's post, along with a good portion of her other posts, talks a lot about poop in various forms in the way that only Heather B. Armstrong can muster. While I don't really share her would-be obsession with poop discussions, poop is on the platter for this post, figuratively speaking. Our still-unnamed dog is making huge strides... huge strides in soiling our carpet. Yesterday was his "pee on the floor" coming out party, where he made puddles no less than 5 times. Well, in the spirit of progress, today became crap on the carpet day. The first deposit was made after I went to work but while Greg was still home, under my desk apparently. I can't say I was too happy about that, but Greg cleaned things up well enough that I didn't notice. The second was after I got home and took the dog for a walk. I learned my lesson from the morning before and waited until I was ready to take him out before I let him out of the cage. It was raining outside, so I wasn't about to wait outside all day for him to do his business. He was a good dog though and added to the rather wet conditions outside with his own unique contribution. We both went back inside, and not 3 minutes after I let him off his leash he had laid cable underneath the kitchen table, as if to say "Ha! You thought I was done! I'll show you!" I suppose I'll have to get used to it.
And in something totally unrelated to poop, I finally got the third Evergrey album that I ordered almost two months ago: Recreation Day. It was back-ordered at Amazon, which I should learn to expect. This is the sound that I remember from the concert. The other albums are most certainly sweet, but this is the Evergrey I heard on April 24th. There is a ton of double-bass throughout, sweet riffs, killer harmonies, and a ton of energy. I would recommend this album to anyone who likes metal. You can't really miss here. "Blinded" and "Visions" kick total ass, but I'm sure I'll love the whole album once I give it a few more listens.
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Mike, I have to disagree with you, I don't really dig dooce's site. I mean, I respect all those that follow it, but I'm not in to it. I don't want to read the diary of someone's wife.
But then again, I still smoke cigarettes even though sometimes I'm short of breath throughout the day. So which one of us is smarter?
That's fine... I just find the site very interesting, and her writing style is hilarious. You don't have to like it, and as far as I know, nobody said you did...
The name "Gorilla Dick" is quite serving for someone who refers to Dooce as "someone's wife" and not a person or a woman in her own right. Seriously, you MUST be single and obviously have issues with women. I pity you.