2012 Flower Pr0n - Oriental Poppy Edition

Boogie Blogging Friday - Old Bones Edition

Since entering his dotage, Boogie the Giant Schnauzer has decided that laying in the back yard and letting the sun soak his old bones is simply the BOMB. He doesn't usually stay out for too long, but thoroughly enjoys his new summer hobby.

Eating my words (and boy are they tasty)

After spending the last week shaking my head and ranting about how people don't know how to act (and wondering how the race survives while so many appear to be just fine with the idea of eating their young), along comes an event that makes me eat my words.

The Supreme Court has upheld the Affordable Care Act (ACA).

Who would have thought that Justice Roberts would be the one to step into the breach? Not me. Not ever.

I'm happy to be wrong, and delighted that (as my friend Phiala notes) the United States is being drawn kicking and screaming back toward being a first world county.

Who Raised These People?

As noted in the douchenozzle post below, I've been noticing a trend in the people I've been exposed to lately that prompts me to ask, over and over, "Who raised these people?"

My word is my bond

When I give my word about something, that means that I have made a commitment to follow through on whatever it is that I've promised. Asking me again and again to change my mind after my word has been given says something not only about you, but about your opinion regarding my integrity. Something I do not appreciate, by the way.

You're not a special snowflake

No, you're really not. The rules do, in fact, apply to you, and you don't deserve special treatment because you might be inconvenienced by doing things the way everyone else in your community does them. You want to make a change? Fine - do the work necessary, and make the change apply to everyone, not just your own special self.

Mind your own beeswax, you presumptive motherfucker

If we're not friends, if I don't work for you, if you're not my professional mentor, if I don't respect you, then you should not presume to counsel me on my career arc. Because, you see, I'm not here for your personal convenience, and I don't give a good goddamn what you think.

Wake me when you run out of excuses

Gender diversity and feminism matter to me. This is not a secret. So if you have a history - a personal, documented history - of hiring only men in your organization, relying on the old trope that "women just don't apply for these jobs" as your excuse probably isn't going to prevent me from thinking you're a misogynistic asshat. The reason why is left as an exercise for the class.

Just because I'm a misanthrope doesn't mean you're not a ginormous knob 

It's true.I'm something of a misanthrope. I have little time and shorter patience for your shenanigans, and I'm not above speaking publicly about what a dumbass you are. And that might be considered poor manners in some circles. But it doesn't negate the fact that you are, in fact, a ginormous knob.

NOW GET OFF MY LAWN.

Don't Be a Douchenozzle

 

Why, yes, Mazda CX-9, Colorado license plate number 025-WVD, parked in the Hickory House parking lot in Parker, Colorado on Tuesday, June 26th at approximately 6:00 p.m. - you are, in fact, a DOUCHENOZZLE.

Seriously - it's not a Ferrari, for fuck's sake. What makes you think you need to take up 4 PARKING SPACES?

Here lately I've felt like I'm asking myself daily: Who the fuck raised these people? No, seriously - who? It wasn't the wolves - they at least have some social graces.

Miscellaneous Monday

So the Boogie Dog's energy is slowly coming back. He's still not as strong as he was before his anesthesia, and he's not walking as far in the morning, but he wants to go, and he has spurts of energy at various points during the day. As my friend Sarah notes, "Dogs really only know now, so the best thing we can do is make sure that now is happy and full of love." I can do that.
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It feels like my entire state is on fire. The smoke and ash is now thick across the Front Range, and you can no longer see the mountains through the haze. The firefighters, however, continue to fight the blaze, risking life, limb and career to keep others safe. You'd think the infrastructure would then offer them, oh, I don't know, health insurance. But you'd be wrong. That's some shameful shit right there.
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I'm almost ready to make an announcement surrounding the SOOPER SEKRET PROJEKT - probably later this week. I just KNOW you all are on pins and needles. Or not.
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I try to be an informed citizen. I listen to political podcasts. I read the news. I try to keep abreast of the shenanigans those crazy Congress critters are up to. But I'm tempted, OH SO VERY TEMPTED, to unsubscribe from all that shit until the Presidential election is over. Lying sacks of shit, every one.
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Boogie Blogging Friday - Sympathy Edition

Boogie's been a bit more elderly than normal lately, due to his recent anesthesia and an upper respiratory infection. For the first time ever, he had a day this week when he didn't feel up for walkies.

And then yesterday my friend Sarah and her partner lost their beloved dog Grendel. Grendel and Boogie were about the same size (100 lbs), and Grendel was a year older than our Boogs.

My heart aches for Sarah and Nick, and my stomach is clenching in anticipation of the pain of losing Boogs. Walkies have been a mainstay of Boogie's life, his whole life, and I fear that this first refusal will mark the beginning of the end of our time with him. And that makes me profoundly sad as I empathize with my friend.

Fair winds and following seas, sweet Grendel.