Learn Disco
<p>I've had <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMAaBlcNy74" target="_blank" title="Learn Disco @ YouTube">this video</a> on my computer for many, many years. I have no idea where I got it or when, but I know that for the last few years I've watched it when I wanted to laugh. This morning? Yeah, I need to laugh. Either laugh or start a fire in the back yard, kill the dogs and roast them (slowly) over an open fire.</p>
<p>Make sure you watch to the end and listen to the song that plays... I swear it's the Disco version of the <a href="http://video.aol.com/video-detail/lothar-of-the-hill-people/66079948" target="_blank" title="Lothar of the Hill of People">Lothar of the Hill People</a> theme.. only in some, what? Eastern European language?</p>
<p>Alright, back to bed.</p>
<p class="signoff">-Jon</p>
Puppy, etc.
So, we got the puppy and it's been interesting. He's a little guy and, therefore, doesn't know what the hell to do when he has to pee. So he just goes where ever he feels like. Fortunately, we haven't had too many accidents, and I'm pretty sure his bladder can only handling something like, 2 tablespoons of whiz. Beyond that, the last few days have been really nice with him. He's been keeping his big brother tired, and his big brother keeps trying to eat his leg, so it's a nice symbiotic relationship. When they get tired, they've been falling asleep apart, except this morning Toby got up, went into Magglio's crate and cuddled right up next to him (click on the picture to the left for a bigger version). It was possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.
It's really weird having two dogs here in the casa. First of all, I'm really used to Magglio the Cog. Or maybe he's more of a Dat. He's really independent. Doesn't like to be touched most of the time, and he knows how to climb like a badass. Now we have Mr. Toblerone and Magg's is all like, "OH MY GOSH PUPPY!!!" And Toby's all "HOLY CRAP! WHAT'S THAT SMELL? and what's that smell? wait, what about that smell? OHMYGOSHANOTHERSMELL!!!" then he sleeps for a hour. What's really weird is when they start playing. Magglio is so used to playing with dogs 4-10 times his size (no, really. His Man-Crush Gus is 100lbs and he's weighing in at an astounding 10lbs) that I'm nervous that he'll just eat Toby. And Toby is so new to this mortal coil that I'm afraid he'll not understand that he's playing and eat Maggs. It's a delicate ballance they need to strike, and so far they're doing it well. But, as the parent, I still get nervous when I start hearing the growling and yelping. Also: when watching TV and getting into what's happening to Sylar and Peter Petrelli when the coffee table suddenly jumps because 15lbs of dog decided that it was time to play "Let's See How Homoerotic We Can Make Our Wrestling" (the answer is: extremely -- they've ended up in a adorable puppy 69 more times than I can count), it's just plain distracting.
Anyways, in addition to the +42 cute modifier we just got to our house, I realize that with the big camera, two dogs, a honeymoon and lots of house projects I'm going to want to document, I'm going to need a better system for this website that will allow me to not worry about images ever. Something that does automatic thumbnails would be great, and I can't decide if I'm going to make Movable Type fit my needs, or if I'm going to head on over to something like WordPress. Or something else. I may have to set up multiple project blogs to see what I like. Yup. It's that time again. Jon's gonna work on the website.
-Jon
Trying Something New…
So, that happened, eh? Got a dog on lunch the other day. And I'd post a lot more about him, but I'm supposed to be at work in 12 minutes and I still haven't taken my morning constitutional. I will say that he's jealous of his brother's ability to jump up onto the couch. He hasn't had many accidents inside yet. And he's just about the darn tootinist cutest thing ever!
Alright, off to work.
-Jon
Dog, You're an A**hole and I Forgot Why I Love You…
Seriously. Is waking me up at 6:30am fun? Is it more fun to make me walk around in wet grass while you just prance about like a child off his ritalin? How 'bout 20 minutes later when you still haven't gone to the bathroom, and I'm now awake enough that there's no point in getting back in bed because I'll just lie there, all covered in pie?
Dog. You're an asshole. Sometimes, you make it very difficult to care if you eat.
-Jon
This Site is Ugly
So, I've been using this default template for a while and it bugs me. I'm going to start working on an actual redesign in a little bit. Maybe today, but today I have cleaning and other poop to do. I'm also trying to get my twitter posts to show up inline here too... I'm not sure if I set it up right, so we'll see. Worst case scenario, I'll have use the twitter badge they provide, but I'd much rather they be in-line. Because I like to have an archive. Of everything. Always. No, really, I thought I deleted my old e-mail archive (which is a huge step for me), only to discover that I had actually duplicated it in case something happened... because that's how fucking insane I can be.
There's a real good chance that I'll delete the backup-backup of my e-mail... I just don't know for sure yet.
Anyways, I'm going to go now. I've got some stuff to do... and gosh-darnit... I wanna get it done. The puppy, by the way, is going to be exhausted. Heh heh...
-Jon
Let's Get Ready to Furminate…
Seriously. I've never really thought about brushing my dog as a war... ... until I got the Furminator. Now, every time I pull it out, I swear to god I feel like I'm about to go to battle against all my dog's dead hairs (that have been attacking me and my home for months) and that those dead hairs are going to die a slow an painful death. That the Furminator allows me to kill dead hair, which in itself is already redundantly dead is just how powerful the Furminator is.
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Just Weird
So, I'm going to skip talking about the trip here. It was awesome, the long version is forthcoming. Instead, I want to mention that it's 6:38am the day after we flew into Grand Rapids at 11:07pm (aka it's been about seven hours twenty minutes since we landed) and I'm still awake, online, writing on my blog and not sleeping happily the way I ought to be. I'm really not sure why that is, to be honest, but I tried to sleep for three hours straight, couldn't, and then got up, hung out with B for a few before she went to work, watched my dog puke for the second time today, watched Heros, played Fallout, and now I'm thinking about sleep. If only for a little while.
I'm hopeful that I won't have to take the dog to the vet... he doesn't have insurance.
-Jon
Mohawk Dog
My dog (Maglio Jong Il Rasputin Hammond Kameya IV) is a crazy little puppy. He's three parts cat, one part dog and all wild thing. Today we got the flea stuff on him that's been sitting around for a few days and that's cool, cuz he's been scratching a little (I don't think fleas... I'm just a paranoid dude), and it's a good idea to let the flea stuff work it's way around the dog for a few days. So I'm not petting his back or anything, just under his chin. So... I'm petting him under his chin tonight, and he's sitting, and he puts his head down, and what do I see but a flea-stuff mohawk raising up the middle of his back in some sort of spiky-porcupine-esk display of masculinity the likes of which 80's punk rockers would flee from. It was hard core.
-Jon
Geeky Geeky.
It's a distinct possibility that I'm posting to the site from a couple of different clients. I'm not completely sure which one I like better, but the cheaper one has a couple of nice things that I like. The pricier one has a couple other things that I like... so I'm not sure. But I'm being wonderfully geekerific in my head lately. Did I mention that I'm planing on purchasing a Linksys product with the sole purpose of hacking it, installing a new operating system. .. ... .... my dog is sleeping next to me. I thought it just farted, it's snoring. ...
Anyways, want to get the NSLU2 so that I can create a network based storage system that will not use much power, but I can access from any of my computers. I'm'a need to hack the sucker so that I can set it up with NFS so that the storage will show up as a directory on the computer without having to log in, and I'll be able to set up iTunes to use the network rather than the local harddrive... which will make me happy. And perhaps excited in the bad way. Bad with computers at least.
I should go to bed. I probably won't quite yet, but I should. G'night ya'll.
-Jon
Hard Day.
So, today I had to say goodbye. There is a long version of the story, and a short, but... the short version is that Molly wasn't well. We loved her, did the best that could've been done, but... she wasn't happy and there wasn't anything that could be done about it. So today we said goodbye to her. Which was one of the harder things I've done.
Today I've cried. It's true. I cry. Whatever, I'm still a man, and I can play football and make other people bleed, but... I cry. That does not make me less of a man. I miss her terribly, but, it was really the best thing that could be done, and... ... well... yeah.
Today we also welcomed another entry into the Hameya family. B met a dog while she was at an adoption event talking to a shelter lady about Molly. She fell mildly in love and, well... I brought him home today. His name is Magglio Jong Il Rasputin Hammond Kameya IV. It's possible that this name is longer than it needs to be, but... in case (or more accurately, when) he mis-behaves I'll have a long, proper, name to mutter under my breath as he lays there and stays cute.
I really don't have anything else that I want to say so I guess that I'm going to jet out of this place. Chill Ya'll.
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