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June 06, 2006
happy eyeballs!
Yesterday I saw the eye doctor, he was a little blurry up close, but he informed me that my eyeballs are not bleeding! Hourah! Big, big thanks to the (Big) Seeing-Eye Dawg for guiding me home safely as usual! It was such a relief that we went and got Marcel and it was 3 dawgs in the dawg bed, with the Medium and Little Dawgs napping for some time, the Big Dawg reading a book, you betcha. There is nothing quite like napping, Marcel stretched in full Long Dawg Position, we two pressed against eachother on the Green Sleeping Bag of Happiness, lengthwise for happy happy brain.
In general, it was a good dog day yesterday, having patted 2 greyhounds, one some other kind of hound (of dubious origin!), who was moaning outside Beans and Bagels, as his human had tied him up temporarily, and plus meeting up with Hank, the 8 month old Boston Terrier in the parkles. (Unfortunately no camera on us at the time!) "We have a Boston!" we said. Hank was of course spazzing out. Your dog will calm down someday, we said, and grow into his head. Just give him about 4 years on the calming down thing. Ha! Hank was very very cute, but here is what I saw on Bryn Mawr, a Chihuahua in a dress. Yes. A dress. With cherries printed on it. She also had nail polish (light orange) and a shiny red collar with rhinestone letters spelling out SWEET. Omg. No camera! No camera when I need it most!! Tragique.
Ok, enough dawggy stuff, already, is anyone still reading!?
A CCM rider, Brian M., posted this really nice video about why you should ride your bike to work, (promoting the Chicago Bike Federation and Bike to Work Week June 10th-16th) The soundtrack is fun, and of course who doesn't enjoy a dizzying helmet-cam tour through city streets for boosting the adrenalin?
Its a little more sexy than Al Gore's Powerpoint presentation, although, if you are at all concerned about drowning polar bears, as I am, (and you may have to avert your eyes, as I did, during an animated sequence illustating just why the polar bears are drowning- its harrowing) and enjoy having the pants scared right offa you by bar graphs and whatnot, you'll dig it. The Gore thing, I mean. Plus, the theater was packed, packed! Thus we sat down in front and saw Albert Gore, Jr.'s talking head (honestly, the way he's put on a couple pounds, I might have not cropped him so close to the chin.) the size it would be on Mt. Rushmore. That is, if Mt. Rushmore weren't going to be encased miles below the ice before they finish carving him. Ha.
Oh, do go see it! Really.
Posted by pippypippy at June 6, 2006 07:56 AM