It just occurred to me- If the Steelers win next week, they are going to the Super Bowl. That is pretty good.
More puppy video:
That is my sister lying on the floor (in her Hines Ward jersey) giggling as Ginny and Guesly wrestle with her dog, Huck.
BTW- Huck is the absolute sweetest dog ever, but the worst house guest. When he comes over for a visit when my sister has to go out of town, I can count on getting about 2 hours sleep because he is an aggressive sleeper. You will be aggressively spooned for the entire night.
The best things in life are free.
Lying on the floor with puppies climbing on you. Laughing all the way. It’s infectious.
Plus, the Steelers won solid. Happiness rules the day.
How about putting the dog in another room for the night and closing the door? Or providing the dog with a decent crate or sleeping pad?
Why do people like to let dogs sleep with them and then bitch about how they don’t get any rest as a result?
That’s just America for ya. Bitching about the inevitable and foreseeable consequences of our own behavior is part of our national birthright, dontcha know.
. . . add an Eagles victory over the Cards and you’ve got a Keystone State Super Bowl. Go Igs!!
A football game played outside…in Pittsburgh…. in the winter… in the snow…. just as the FSM intended.
"ask not what your dog can do for you…"
Get this–leaving work yesterday morn (damn Sunday morn projects!), and a random dog is waiting for me at the door. So I call the number on the tag…it’s the microchip dog-finder company. They call the dog’s owner….no one home. No one answers. After 90 minz walking the dog at work, I take it home with me.
Now it’s Monday morn, and nothing. How the fuck can the owners not know their dog is missing a whole day later? Why would they not check their voice mail? Most importantly, what do I do with this dog? Animal shelter?
Because it is not my dog and he is not trained to sleep in a crate, and he never spends more than one night. I didn’t realize I was “bitching,” but just trying to give you some insight into the nature of the dog, which is that he is lovable and wiry and ornery, but a handful in the sack.
A solid round of wet blankets for the lot of you.
I bet you get the funnah lookz when you announce to your fellow profs that "I was aggressively spooned all nite by a hairy beast named Huck". They’ll check to make sure you’re not Andrew Sullivan.
Holy crap, Cole. You’ve been doing this, what, 5 years, and you dont yet know your commentariat? You could mention how loverly thong underwear has become, and someone will accuse you of bitching about britches. It’s all we do.
Joe the Plumber runs from "harmless bottle rockets".
Maybe Glenn Greenwald can go confront him for free.
Of course, Glenn Greenwald is a journalist and Joe the Plumber is not.
You say that like it’s a bad thang.
I’ve never let my dog sleep on the bed or the couches. It crowds the cats. Plus, I am the lightest sleeper in the universe and can barely sleep with myself.
As is, I have to wrestle the two tribal elders for a seat on the one functional couch. 80,000 other places for them to hang out 24/7, but only the one place I sit in the living room will do.
(Bush final "news" conf. on live)
The Other Steve
Your link is a video apparently glorifying Iranian leader Whackmack dinnerjacket, and Hezbollah soldiers or something.
I watched about 5 seconds of it and had to turn it off in disgust.
I made the mistake of clicking on the first of Paul L.’s links and gave PJM TV another hit on their traffic counter.
Then I made the mistake of clicking on Paul L.’s link and gave him another hit on his traffic counter.
ABOLISH THE PUPPY MEDIA!!!
Makes me kind of glad I’m allergic to dogs. And a hipster godbag is still a godbag. Why he gets that kind of space in the NY Times is beyond me.
There’s nothing quite like the ability of a determined (yet fast-asleep) dog to put his back up against you while you sleep and slowly push you right to the edge of the bed, so you wake up hanging over empty space…
Because bitching about it is half the fun? Besides, if I kicked the dog off the bed for farting and keeping me awake, I’d have to kick my boyfriend out too…
Finally, something we agree on.
I read about that
doucheguy years ago in Salon. The NYTM is just doing its usual job of having its finger on the pulse.
@Incertus: Holy crap
Lucky girl, lying in a sea of frisky puppeh cuteness!
Thong underwear mystify and frighten me. How can that spaghetti strap part that goes into the nether tunnel and out the other side be anything other than a body fluid-soaked, rancid, stenchified abomination after one hour of wear, let alone an entire day.
Not to mention chafing and…sticking.
Damn, now I’m horny.
I’ve heard of Salvation by faith alone, but never Weight-loss by faith alone. "Dieting is useless! Only Christ can help you shed unwanted pounds!"
I mean, I’m glad that the shallow and narcissistic "Prosperity Gospel" (aka. "Get rich through Prayer") is on the way out, but this isn’t an improvement.
I don’t get it. If it is all predetermined, why bother?
People might laugh at that, but I gotta say, last year at this time it was after the win in Green Bay that it first hit me: "holy shit, we’re in the Super Bowl!!"
This year … I get to sit and watch four teams that all lost to Big Blue. Hrmph :P
I think the two are linked, actually. It’s not a hard leap from predestination and being one of the elect to saying that you’re rich because God wants you to fuck over poor people. I mean, if He hadn’t wanted it, it wouldn’t have occurred to you to do it, right? It’s the biggest self-justification story on the planet.
Oy. Well, I suppose someone might as well answer this.
The skinny part does go between your bum cheeks, but that tends not to be a problem if you actually…you know…wipe your arse properly like a grown-up. The hoo-ha is covered with fabric just like with a regular pair of underwear.
NOW you’ve done it: you’ve ruined it for him.
It’s been occurring to me that if my Baltimore team wins one more game, they’ll be going to the Super Bowl. That’s even better. In either case, I just hope I get to see a lot of Big Ben with his back on the ground.
Tim & Krista: your comments re: thongs are killing. I’m wiping away tears.