often i will find myself rambling on-and-on about buster and the joys of dog-ownership to anyone who will listen is in shouting range.
one question i often get asked is, “…with your hectic med-student-schedule, how does Buster keep himself entertained while you’re away saving the world?” (you too, have probably found yourself wondering the same thing.)
explaining buster’s life is too complex for words, therefore, i’ve taken these photographs to sum up his busy life.
so random-playlist-shuffle-mode on iTunes has been picking out some cool music for me tonight. in the past, i’ve had a notoriously love/hate relationship with the shuffle button; tonight all is forgiven.
busterthedog is peeling around the apartment intent on giving his squeaky-tennisball hell. i fear the squeaker may not survive the night.
outside the june gloom is threatening to make good on its promise to break up with springtime and shower us with rain.
tonight’s a random night, so here are some random photos from Madison to go with it.
lately, i’ve been working longer-than-usual hours at school. consequently, my buster-time has suffered. over the past couple of days, buster has taken to moving his bed right up against the front-door whenever i leave the house.
now upon arriving home at some ridiculous hour, i have to gently open the front door and nudge his bed from the doorway before being able to enter.
ya know how you know if you’re cool or not? just ask yourself if you like panic at the disco. if you answer in the affirmative, then you’re gold.
also, if you use internet explorer it doesnt matter if you like panic b/c anything rad that i try to post on my blog seems to break IE. so apparently the coolness test consists of 2 things…
so lately, i’ve become addicted to micro-blogging the events of my life on twitter. i’ve realized that in doing so, i’ve literally constructed an outline for numerous daily blog posts. this is good news for you.
tomorrow stonebraker is flying into SoCal and i’m going to pick him up b/c that’s what good friends fucking do. he’s going to be busy with all of his top-secret-business so we might only have time for 1-15 drinks on friday afternoon. i told him that the best way to conduct his top-secret-business is to be drooling-drunk.
i’ve been listening to “pretty.odd.” on a non-stop basis and i even learned the chords to “we’re so starving” so that i could entertain buster with my guitar/vocal stylings. the louder i sing and the more i make the song about him the more he goes crazy. i’m not quite sure if he LOVES it or if it’s the equivalent to puppy water-boarding.
so today i was reading some random blog whose name escapes me and they mentioned “muskrat love” by captain & tenille. consequently, i’ve had that fuck song stuck in my head all day. also, when i was in 4th grade i had a huge crush on a girl named tenille but she was in love with the cool kid from school whose dad was a big shot doctor. last i heard that kid was all strung out on meth. so in addition to having a shitty song in my head, i’ve been feeling bad about turning out “better” than the cool kid in 4th grade.
so last night i was sleeping quite soundly—that is, until buster decided that the paper boy was an intruder intent on ridding the world of yours truly.
(sure, it’s annoying now, but when a creepy axe-murderer actually tries some shit buster will give ‘em hell.)
i fell back asleep around 6am and for the next 3hrs had a crazy dream.
not to get into the details, but it involved me back in my jesus-church-days, yet fully-alive and aware in my present form. i was hanging out with this girl that i really liked, complete with her typical assortment of characters. at some point, it became clear to me that i was going to be in a church play and that i had procrastinated learning my lines and was in a panic as “showtime” approached.
the best part of this scenario is that i was playing jesus. my costume included a flowing white robe, blue-jesus-sash and wig that could have passed for john lennon. as i rushed around backstage, my mom kept asking me if i knew my lines.
i kept trying to explain to her that even though i hadnt learned a single line from the play, that i could totally wing the jesus-stuff and no one would be the wiser.
the only dream-metaphor missing was my teeth falling out or suddenly having the ability to fly.
this is the LAST time i eat cold pizza for breakfast and then try to go back to sleep.
today has been the most productive-lazy-saturday. here’s a breakdown for the masses:
- woke up this morning and promptly gave my garden-oasis-patio the cleaning it’s been wanting for the past few months. last week the maintenance guys power-washed the storm gutters; consequently, my patio was covered with storm sludge.
- went running with buster b/c he needed to stretch his legs. i can report that my 30lb puggle can easily keep up with my sprinting, running, jogging and crawling.
- while performing my oral hygiene ritual, i realized that i have no less than four different types of mouth wash, three types of toothpaste and two types of floss. i shall now enumerate my choices in mouthwash for your reading pleasure:
1.) Listerene Whitening Pre-rinse - otherwise your toothbrush gets the blunt of all the crap accumulating on your teeth while you were sleeping
2.) Crest Pro-health Mouthwash - because it’s flavor matches one of my 3 types of toothpaste and doesnt have a strong alcohol flavor which on some mornings is unacceptable.
3.) Listerene FreshMint - this is my mid-day rinse b/c it has enough alcohol in it to kill a goat and to get me through the day
4.) ACT FluorideRinse - every once and a while you need a shot of sodium fluoride to set you straight
- currently, i’m debating my evenings’ plans b/c when you’ve got teeth this clean you’ve gotta choose wisely.
today was crazy-busy-awesome…so how about an old-fashioned bullet-post-blog?
- i’ve got a digital bathroom scale that has been going through batteries like crazy. after some investigating, i’ve traced the problem back to buster the dog. i think the little guy’s got self-image issues b/c he walks into the bathroom at least 5 times a day and stands on the scale. i know this because of the familiar *beep* that it makes when he hops on. i keep assuring him that he’s a “healthy” weight and that he shouldnt compare himself to the tiny italian greyhounds that live next door.
- picked up “the swell season” album by glen hansard the other day and have been enjoying some heart-break-acoustic music ever since. of all the tracks, i think i like “leave” the best b/c it’s written in my favorite chord progression of all time: E - C#m - B - A
i cant tell you how many great songs that are written in that heart-wrenching key. love it.
- watched the democratic debates tonight on CNN. despite an invitation to join my friends at the Kodak theatre, i was stuck watching from my bachelor-pleather-sofa. nonetheless, i was proud to be a liberal tonight and even more proud to get to vote for one of the democratic party’s fine candidates. personally, no politician has grabbed hold of my conscious and held on to it with a kung fu grip like Barack Obama. This weekend I’m going to volunteer at one of his SoCal campaign headquarters, in an attempt to put him over the top in CA on super tuesday.
- are you reading “yes is a world”? if you can put up w/ me rambling on-and-on about music, politics and the buster then you would love nic’s blog. go there now.
- now you too can own a liznelson original. liz has put up a lot of her most popular work as prints on imagekind. go here and check it out.
- last but not least, i wore the farting shoes today. what sucks is that i completely forgot that my grey chuck hightops make the aforementioned farting noise until i was in the NASA Radiobiology dept on campus. Need I say more?
so this morning i woke up at a reasonable hour and ran a ton of errands. top on my list was a trip to petsmart to stock up on some dog food for the buster. as i headed down the ’science diet’ aisle, i was greeted by the science diet rep. he was an older guy and i like to imagine that he’s retired and just works for the dog food company b/c it gives him something to do on the weekends.
as i loaded up my cart w/ 3 cases of food, the rep gave me coupons for $4 off EVERY case. Hell, yes, sir! Dont mind if i dooooo!
i was waiting in line at the register when this tall brunette walked in the door with her puggle puppy. he/she was a spitting image of baby-buster (the dog not the girl). then i did the annoying thing that people do to new puppy owners and asked her about her new puggle. she was surprised that i knew about the designer breed and i explained by showing her pictures of buster.
needless-to-say that after seeing a puggle-puppy, i had no choice but to take a few more laps around the store and find about $110 worth of stuff that buster ABSOLUTELY NEEDED.
so is this what it’s like being a parent of little humans? i doubt it’s as much fun.
i meant to post the rest of the pictures of Buster in the Sun the other day. this gave me the excuse i needed to play around w/ picasa/google’s photo service.
for xmas, leanne & brandon bought me a set of blues harmonicas b/c sometimes a brother just aint right ’til he plays a harmonica. so it’s a really nice set that included all the important blues’ keys and even one of those neil-young-type-harmonica-holders that go over your neck so that your hands are free to strum the guitar.
needless to say i look like a stud decked out in so much musical metal. (NOTE: this is NOT me in this picture.)
so i’ve been learning the harmonica parts to “you dont know how it feels” by tom petty. the only snag to this whole gig is that after about 2-3 notes buster goes apeshit. as i play, he barks, runs around, barks, runs around, repeat.
at this point, the barks sound like the dog equivalent of “…what the ‘eff man! that hurts my big ol’ floppy ears!” but i’m hoping that soon he’ll just howl along in perfect harmony.
today was incredible 72F in socal. here’s photographic proof…
when i came home from lunch, buster was lounging on the patio soaking up the january sun.
i managed to snap a couple of shots of the buster enjoying unseasonably warm weather.
after taking these pictures, a woman walked by the patio pushing a baby in a stroller. buster proceeded to go into “defend” mode and made the baby cry. i tell you this story should you mistake buster for a timid-emo-puppy.
buster will eat almost anything you may accidentally drop in his direction. however, last night i learned that when given a pretzel, he will proceed to spit it out w/o taking a bite and will refuse to go anywhere near it. when i tried to force the issue, he literally ran away and hid.
this makes me wonder what the hell they are putting in pretzels that makes someone as notorious as buster run away in fear. any ideas?
last night i dreamt that my sister and i were in a band with a bunch of people from grade school. at some point we decided to put on a show for our neighborhood and when we took the stage, i realized that i hadnt even practiced and had no idea what song we were playing. to make matters worse my bass guitar had been replaced by a guitar hero controller. the music started and it became obvious that we were supposed to be playing ‘bohemian rhapsody’. when it came time to play the bass line, i just started pushing all the colored-guitar-hero buttons and to my surprise…i was rawking the greatest bass line of all time.
i’ve been walking around all day feeling like a rock star.
also, today i realized that it’s impossible to do sit-ups in the same room as buster.
i really should just start a buster-only blog. onelonelybuster.com?
it’s slowly beginning to feel like autumn in SoCal and i decided that buster needed a sweatshirt. from the pictures i took i can’t decide if he a.) loves it or b.) feels like a total homo in it. either way it’s blog material for me and i’m the pack leader.
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