A Square Pig In A Round Hole

…aided by bacon grease, no doubt

Hey, yo! If you have not yet taken The Latest Brewerton Village Poll, then click that link and do it, homie. You need not be one of the villagers to join the fun.

It has been pretty warm here lately…in the mid-80’s. This is good news for those of us of either a sun loving or garden addicted nature. Me, I’m both, so I’m loving it.

Daisy, who has been suffering from an upset tummy these past few days, is now feeling much better and is her sweet and active self again.

I don’t know about you, but the meltdown of the Republican party in general and the McCain/Palin ticket in particular has filled me with a warm fuzzy glow. I do so love it when those miserable conservative motherfuckers try to claw their way out of a shitstorm by turning on one another. I can hardly wait for the election day purge to really get them eating their own:)

For reasons unknown, when I got up this morning at 5:00 a.m. to give The Girls their first breakfast and take them out for a pee break, I decided to go online for 90 minutes. Obviously, my descent into madness still has a way to go. Anyway, I was back in bed by 6:30 and My Sweet Little Golden Shouldered Parakeet Of Cuteness let me sleep until she left for the computer lab at American River College, around 9:00.

And now, I’m off to walk dogs and garden and other stuff. Take that poll, laddies and lassies, or you’ll regret it. Maybe not today, but soon, and for the rest of your lives.

Doc Tempest And The Green Fire Death

…from the July 1962 issue

DogCon 1, Last Day

The Dealer’s Room, she is closed…the seminars, they are done…the Art Show? History…Gaming gots 2 more hours, then it’s all she wrote…DogCon 1 is over.

The seminar I was part of, “I Hate …..!”, was packed. As the title indicates, it was a bitchfest for the 8 of us on the panel, then halfway thru, we let the audience bitch. Yeah, us gamers love to gripe.

Grace hit the Dealer’s Room hard while I was seminaring. She bought enough board and card games to increase our collection by an order of magnitude. We’ll ship them home, lest I have to ride atop the car all the way back to California.

When the con was over, I called my bestest pal, Avis, at GenCon so we could share a “The con is over” moment:)

Right now, the con honchos are getting things ready for a “Post Con Cool Down”, in which everyone is invited into a huge portion of the convention center for soft drinks and…wait for it…pie! No gaming, just pie eating and chatting for a couple of hours. How cool is that?

So, this ends my con report. Grace, The Girls and I will depart from this hotel at midnight for the long drive home. Sharon, the World’s Greatest Dogsitter, will fly out tomorrow morning.

In summary, the con was incredible. If I don’t go to GenCon, I’ll be back here for CatCon 2 next year.

Oh, and the Super Secret Origin of DogCon? I can’t tell you about it. Wouldn’t be a Super Secret if I did that, right?

(Winker: Hahaha, Dad. Very funny. NOT!)

(Daisy: We love you, Daddy, but jeez, that stunk.)


The Kitty Cats Brew Up Some Beer

…fish flavored beer

Woohoo! Daisy and I walked 3.7 miles in 1 hour and 20 minutes tonight. Pretty good, seeing as how half of the route was uphill and Daisy likes to stop about every 15 feet to either pee or sniff something. By the time we got home, we were, you should pardon the expression, dog tired.

Dorsey The Fence Makes A Bad Business Decision

…and ends up on the run

Hi there! My allergies have lessened up on their assault, but I’m still Mr. Sneezy. So, instead of writing an entry for this morning, I’ve let Daisy and Winker do it.

Daisy: Woof! Wiff, wuff, bark, bark. Bark, ruff, ruff, woof? Whine, bow wow, wuff, wuff! Woof, woof, bow wow, wuff. Bark, bark!

Winker: Wiff, wiff, woof! Woof, woof, whine, bark. Wuff! Bow wow, bow wow, ruff. Woof, woof? Rrrrrowf!

More bloggage later today.

The Rare And Beautiful Squishy Rhinoceros Of Potawango Island

…and they’re neon colored


1: My health level is almost back to normal. Yay!

2: Grace’s health, however, is not so great, mostly due to having caight my cold. In fact, even as I write this, she is at Urgent Care getting looked over by a doctor who can hopefully prescribe her some meds.

3: Dog healthwise, Daisy is fit as a fiddle, but our poor little Winkerdog had to go to the vet today because the yeast infection in her ears didn’t respond well to the meds he prescribed last time. After getting a thorough ear cleaning, her ears were pack full of some semi-experimental new goop that will slowly be absorbed and should kick those yeasts right in the ass.

4: Played in our regular CoC game yesterday and it was a big ol’ bunch of fun. We rode a ghost train bound for Hell, played poker with John Wesley Hardin and, in the end, outsmarted the Devil himself. Oh yeah, the food we ate during the game (pulled pork and chicken, beans, cornbread, coleslaw) was totally delish.

5: I just watched an episode of No Reservations where Tony Bourdain went back to Les Halles to work as a line cook. Watching it brought back memories of my own years as a line cook at various restaurants. As Bourdain says at the end of the show, “working the line is a young person’s job”. Amen to that. If I tried to do it now, I’d have a heart attack and die halfway through the dinner rush. Still, in my day, I was a grill working motherfucker. And don’t even get me started on what it takes to cook a million and a half eggs at breakfasts over the course of 15 months.

6: Saturday night, the Sci-Fi Channel, in a continuation of their valliant attempt to make a lameass movie based upon EVERY FUCKING MONSTER OF MYTH AND LEGEND, premiered “Ogre. It pretty much blew, but not as bad as epics like “Basilisk“, “Gryphon” and “Minotaur“. In a couple of weeks, they’ll be showing “Rock Monster“. I wonder why they didn’t just call it “Stone Golem“?

7: My current (as in, the lasy 15 1/2 years) place of employement is going through a rough patch, as are many restaurants, thanks to the economy going into the dumper. (thank you, Buish administration and the fucking Republican party) There have been slow business periods before, but when you factor in our current franchise owner, this patch looks very bad indeed. Taking into account the price of gas, I think it is time for Uncle Doc to seek employment elsewhere. I shall keep y’all updated on how this goes.

The Monkey Who Won The Lottery

…he bought like, $2,000,000.00 worth of bananas

Jeez, my writing impulses really got a beatdown by my S.A.D. these past couple of days. Getting a hefty beer buzz on Friday night didn’t help, either. Ah well, the sun came out today and I’m feeling pretty good.

Daisy and the Game that was Afoot

We took The Girls for a walk in a local park and, as I was walking along with Daisy, a big old jackrabbit jumped up and took off across the park…and so did Daisy! It’s a good thing I had a tight hold on her leash, because she was trying like hell to fullfill the duties of her ancient Basset Hound ancestry. She wanted that jackrabbit bad and I’m sure that if she’s gotten loose from me, she’d have followed that wily lagomorph into the jaws of hell.

As it was, I ran with her until I was about two steps away from a coronary event. At that point, I pulled her up short and, as she strained on the leash, tried to remember how to breath. Once I was pretty sure I wasn’t gonna die, I told her she was a good girl and she had sure shown that ol’ rabbit who was boss. That seemed to please her.

Then, Grace and Winker (who showed no sign that she had either seen or smelled the rabbit), caught up with us and we all walked to the car and drove home. Once we got back, we all rested. No doubt, Daisy dreamed of chasing that rabbit, unfettered by a fat old dad holding her leash.

More Gardening Adventures

I spent a couple of hours in the garden today, weeding and pruning. If the weather holds and we don’t get any heavy rain by next Saturday, I’ll be doing one of my all day gardening marathons. I’ve got to lay down black plastic to solarize out some of the weeds, divide up some perrenials (mostly, daylillies and cannas), dig up and transplant all the plants in the area that will become a dog yard (an area about 12X14 feet, right in front of our front window), do more pruning and haul about a ton of plant cuttings into the back yard so I can start Compost Pile Charlie Delta 7. By the end of the day, my ass will be kicked.

Time for walking my Canine American daughters. More bloggage later.

The Hottest Sexy Road Trip Ever

…1978 :)

Happy 7th Birthday To Daisy! She’ll be having steak & dog rice with gravy for dinner.

Ok, so I didn’t get another post in on the RPGing idea. I swear to Dog I’ll do it tonight.

And here’s a pic of the birthday girl…