RoverPundit

Why me?

I don't know what the hell's going on these days, but I'm beginning to seriously consider locking myself in my room. Welcome to the latest shitty thing to, literally, land in my lap.

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Some mouthbreathing inbred peckerheads decided it would be fun to toss large metal objects off the 144th St overpass onto I-25, where your intrepid host was cruising along at a stately 80 mph. These brilliant young examples of the success of the public school system and modern parenting tossed what appears to be, upon further inspection of the damage, a circular saw blade right through the windshield of the Great White Hunter.

Luckily, the object hit the top of the windshield and deflected off the metal body, as opposed to coming directly through the glass protecting my oh-so-fragile corporeal self. I've got minor glass cuts from the fragments, but nothing too major, and I managed to keep the car under control and bring it to a stop safely out of traffic. All in all, it could've been much worse.

I really don't need this right now, though.

Never Forgive, Never Forget

I don't have any wisdom or well-chosen words to impart. I'll leave that to those gifted at writing.

Creepy Spooky

You ever have one of those moments, the ones that make you think that life's about to get really weird. I have. This evening, as a matter of fact.

Ali and I went out for mexican, and thought it would be nice to take the Rover. When we got out to the truck, we found this:

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And, on a van nearby, a similar message.

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The questions abound. Are they looking for me? Who are they? What do they want?

I went out and put a sign that asks "Who?" in the window of the truck. We'll see what comes of this.

I really don't need a stalker or a scary ex right now.

Yawn

Please welcome the latest member of the conspiracy to deprive Dork of sleep. His name's Kimbro, and he's got a blog. More of a progress journal than anything, but it'll do.

He's 8 weeks old today, and already capable of shattering tempered glass with howls of sadness on the occasions that we leave him alone for longer than 2 nanoseconds. Oh, and completely incapable of sleeping through the night. Yay.

I'll probably be updating over at his site more than mine, at least 'til I'm gainfully employed again. So head on over!

Goodbye, Carmella

Carmella passed away Tuesday morning.

She was 12, which is old for a golden retriever, and her health had been declining steadily. There were still moments of playfulness (like when she jumped in Steve and Melissa's decorative pond 5 hours before the housewarming party(sorry about that)), but one could tell that they came fewer and farther between and with a higher cost. Recently, she'd been having trouble standing up and climbing even moderate inclines, and we knew the time was coming close. Intervention was discussed, but that's a hard choice to make when there are still signs that life is good.

Then yesterday she went out into the back yard, lay down under her favorite tree, and slipped away without a sound.

She was a wonderful dog, and she will be missed. My heart goes out to Ali and her parents.