Winston

Mel and I got a dog about two weeks ago.  He's 12 weeks old now, his name is Winston, and he teaches us a lot about life.  Such things include:

- Sleeping 3 hours at a time is better than poop in your crate
- When attention is drawn elsewhere, the one lacking attention will poop somewhere (and always inside)
- Jumping up and down makes poop come out easier.
- It's impossible to be mad at something cuter than shit.

Here are some pics.

Holy "It's Been a While" Batman!

So it's been the longest time since I've used this thing.  Isn't it funny how blogs start out?  "I want to start telling the world what my thoughts are so an underground magazine will find them and think I'm innovative and mindblowing.  Then they'll probably pick my blog up, turn it into some trendy paperback novel, and then I'll totally sell out and write autobiographies for the rest of my life and speak at motivational seminars."  At least that's what I imagine people thinking when they start (in case you haven't read the context, that's what I first thought when I started to blog).  It's a lot like a poem I read once in Garrison Keillor's "Good Poems", "I want to be famous so I can be humble about being famous."  Except I'd paraphrase it to, "I want to be famous so I can tell people that I used to be just like them when on the inside, I know that I'm nothing like them anymore."  That's pretty much what motivational speakers feel like, that much I'm sure of.  Wow- I just jumped from welcoming you to my blog to a rant about how motivational speakers are jerks.  Sorry about that.

I love you all.  I hope something good comes of this ol' Blog-ski.

be well.
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