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Capoeira

I don’t know what made this jump into my head this morning (^.^)

Ummm… guess what it’s doing here!

my boy died this morning. he was a sweet soul. kind. abiding the silliness of us humans.

mae west in drag.

bouncing dog. always wanting food. was known to raid the kitty litter.

kind. really kind. gentle. funny. he loved me. i loved him.

strange. how it happened. last night at my aunt’s house (we were house sitting), he seemed not to be able to see. and i was down on the floor with him, trying to understand what had happened… that it had happened. the seizure was next. i found the animal hospital… we did xrays and full blood screen. nothing detectable, except he had no platelets… not good. not good at all. i left him there at 3am, sedated. i got up at 6:30am and he had done well the tech said over the phone. i was getting ready to leave and not five minutes later the vet called and said i should hurry… he had taken a turn for the worse.

he was gone when i got there. i wanted to be with him when he left this life. i went over to him on the steel table. they had covered him. and he looked peaceful… they said he went easy. and i was so grateful for that. but i wanted more time. i didn’t see this coming. and now he’s gone.

he saved me so many times. my humanity. my sense of humor. my sense of belonging. there is something eternal in the love of a dog. life makes sense next to them.

i miss him. i came back home. i had to. but it’s so quiet… so still.

i love  you Bear. Bear-Lo. Smuppy. Silly dog. Sweet dog.

The sun came out and it’s a bright day this day. Like when the cosmos gets back a really really special soul… it can’t help but to light up.

     Welcome to a very special edition of Pony Party, brought to you by the losers at the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (HFPA), who currently have nothing better to do than hang around a horse barn. Normally, we would still be basking in the reflected glow of the overdressed ordeal celebrating professional incest known as the Golden Globe Awards. But nooooo – the HFPA had to cave in to a bunch of writers!  

    Seriously, HFPA members, have you ever met a writer — or even seen one in person?  They’re a bunch of weirdos who spend all their time thinking about serial commas, gerund phrases and reflexive pronouns. What are you afraid of – that they might give you a paper cut? Throw a pencil at you? Spell your name wrong? Here’s a clue: the word “writer” comes from the Old Norse “haukur dorgeirsson guðlaugsson” which translates loosely as “spends all day in pajamas pretending to work.”

     Anyways, we’re not intimidated by a bunch of good-for-nothing writers around here, so on with the show! This week’s topic: Necessity really is the mother of invention. Out of necessity, I have decided to invent something that makes it impossible for the human brain to recognize specific phrases. Example: Mine will be programmed not to hear “blind date” or its euphemisms — “There’s someone you should meet,” “I think you’ll really like him,” or the kiss of death — “You two are perfect for each other!” When these phrases are spoken, my brain will just go blank, not that that’s unusual, but lately hearing people speak these words has made my hair stand on end, and to be honest, it’s just not a good look for me.

    Back story: I’m at home, quietly minding my own business (probably staring at the wall or something equally exciting), when my friend Casey calls and says there’s someone she wants me to meet (down, hair, get down!). First of all, Casey is on husband number four, and these two could teach Whitney and Bobby a few things about domestic disputes, so clearly this part of her “Operation Misery Loves Company” effort. Plus, having been down Blind Date Street a few times before – and having gotten car-sick every single time — I go all girly on her and burst into tears.

    “Oh, come on!” she says. “He’s different!” (Note: “different” in this context should not be interpreted to mean anything. It’s just a distraction designed to keep the listener from crying even harder.)

    “He’s sophisticated, great sense of humor, and I’m pretty sure he’s not an axe murderer.” That Casey — what a wit! Well, okay, but could we talk on the phone first?

Monday afternoon Pig blogging – more Pigs in Space!

Top o’the mornin’ to ya!

What better way to start your Monday than with some flying swine?

Surfin’

Dick Dale and the Del-tones:  Nitro

Music I survived

Debbie Reynolds:  Tammy

I am gearing up to go home for a visit with mixed emotions, I will love seeing my friends and family, but there are personal/family issues to be dealt with that are potentially difficult. My parents are lovely people, long since divorced, and the truth is I am pretty different that my family. I don’t come from an enclave of raging progressives by any stretch of the imagination. My father is a traditionalist who grumbles about “feminists ruining things” although quite unspecific about what has been ruined. My mother has a weird mix of holistic beliefs with right wing ones. When I was a little kid I used to go to school with bean sprout sandwiches and homemade yogurt. And that was so popular in the wonder bread era. My mother, a terrific person who has overcome many obstacles is full of pronouncements about how the world should be and slightly resentful because she got screwed out of a full pension. Can’t say I blame her, but we have significantly different views about how and why things ended up the way they did. She is pretty stressed out about the declining health of my grandmother so I am going to chose to avoid confrontations on hot button topics because she is not in a place to be receptive at this time. I want to enjoy the precious time I have trying to be mindful that my role in the universe is not to change my family any more than it is their prerogative to change me.

When I firs moved to the US, I used delight in lying about Canada… When people asked me if it was a communist country, I said that it was and we like it that way. I told them we lived in igloos….

Here is a lovely piece on how to build one in case you want to move there…

For years the National Film Board of Canada had an earnest and boring reputation…

Rick Mercer, a popular Canadian humorist loves to poke fun at Americans. I should add he pokes fun at nearly everybody but this particular style of humour is big in Canuckistan.

Having fun with Prime Minister Harper….

You can really tell that any products that are geared toward aging are trying to promote the idea that aging is just fantastic and with a few extra consumer products we can have exactly the same lives as we age. After all who wants to see commercials about pureed food?

This one is irksome because the damn song got in my head but it manages to both bash and embrace technology. If you have a basic inability to grasp modern technology and like to gripe about this modern world we live in here is the cell phone for you!!!!

Leaky bladders are no big deal….

I have a question about the Viagra commercials….. notice how they always show eager but very monogamous couples gearing up for a little whoopee di doop? Notice how attractive they are?? How come the commercials never show balding, overweight, sweaty, guys trying to impress women much younger than them? Apologies to balding, sweaty, overweight middle aged men because I am not exactly a beauty queen myself. But one gets the idea from the “boner” commercials that the only people who want to have sex when they are older are in serious committed relationships and are very, very, attractive. I’m thinking well  as I age, I am doomed as an average looking middle aged woman, apparently unless I look like Sharon Stone I won’t even think about sex, never mind actually have any.

Nor will I see any full frontal male nudity on American TV or in movies unless it is classified as porn because for some reason in our society the sight of a penis is far more taboo than somebody’s brains spilled out on the pavement. I can only guess there is some feeling among the ruling classes that if women actually see such things on TV or in movies they might run wild and ferment revolution.

That is OK I will be too busy wearing my serenity diapers while doing fun and socially acceptable sports activities while chatting up my girlfriends on my “jitterbug” to worry about sex and nudity. Why with the book club and the volunteer work I will be just too busy to fit it all in.

Please don’t rec pony party.

Hang out and chit chat and then go read some of the excellent offerings on our recent and rec’d list.

PS, I will be late  to this pony party because I am at the feline salon getting my coat groomed.

PPS, next week I will be without the internet tubes in Canada and won’t have time before I leave to construct some pony parties so you might just get a break from the Saturday pony parties.

An optimistic fanciful and interesting view of robots…..

A slightly darker yet still funny view of robots…..

Kraftwerk!!!! I liked them in high school, I don’t exactly remember why.

Did you think we were going to have an involved and intricate ethical/philosophical discussion about the de-humanizing and potentially oppressive impact of technology on humanity???? Don’t be silly.

Please don’t rec pony party.

Hang out, chit chat and then go read some of the excellent offering on our recent and rec’d list.

some random cover tunes

there’s something weirdly beautiful about this performance…