Bear Watches German Shepherd.

I just found this massive bear friend at Goodwill. He was in the back, all sad and lonely. He needed me.

Here is he is, watching my dog, Rambo... hehe.



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My German Shepherd

Drawing from my sketchbook.

"Isn't my German Shepherd the bestest?!"

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Some Pictures I've Recently Taken

Here are some random pictures I've taken of late.... feel free to click on the pictures for a larger version.

This first one is of Rambo, I think it's my favorite picture of him. He's such a sweet dog.


In this next picture, Rambo contemplates the fleeting nature of beauty...


Hmmm, I'ver never really taken pictures of flowers before, but I suppose there's a time for everything... Here's some desert botany for you...


I really like this next picture, the thorns are crisp but there's a shallow depth of field and things quickly get out of focus... Cooooolll.... hard to get these sorts of effects with my digital camera...


Next pictures are of a cactus... Do you know why there're all those holes in it? Of course you do, but let me mention it anyways: the monsters (in this particular case, carniverous machete wielding rabbits) carved those holes so that they could easily climb in and out of the cactus. They sleep inside the cactus at night.


I promised you this wheelbarrow picture. Here it is. In my book, anything that looks beat-up and dirty has character. Well, not really, but no matter...


Ohhhh, this next photo is really dramatic... one of those light from heaven sort of photos, haha...


Next picture is of myself. I'm looking quite haggard, but you know, that's how it goes sometimes. I think I have a sort of serial killer look going here. Nice. I really need to post some pictures where I'm smiling!


Next picture... If you read my previous entry, you'll remember I mentioned that I talked to monsters the other night. In fact, one of the monsters took this picture. He was quite tall.

Rambo Time.

Been a while since I posted doggy pictures. Meet Rambo, the dog who always wants to play. He's very fond of his blue rubber ball. Unfortunately those balls have a super bounce and they always end up in the neighbor's yard or back behind the house where I know there are millions of snakes and scorpions... well, I only found a snake once, it was black with yellow and red stripes, I almost stepped on it. Fortunately it wasn't a diamondback or anything of that nature (it was a harmless king snake), but still, I'm not a total fan of snakes, I mean, sure, they are beautiful looking creatures but come on, you wouldn't want to pet a snake, right? And there's a bunch of cinder blocks out back and plywood and all sorts of construction junk which make a perfect nesting ground for scorpions. There's a couple of wheelbarrows too, I need to get some pictures, they are very cool looking wheelbarrows. Seriously.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, here's Rambo.

Tiredness.

Hope everyone is enjoying the weekend :)

I've been tired the last couple of days. I think it's because of all the stress from the past couple weeks. But it's not a big deal, I feel so lucky my mom is ok!

There are lots of things I'd like to write about, but as I mentioned, I'm too tired at the moment.

I'll leave you with a picture of Rambo in a box. Well, he's kind of in the box. And we really do try to keep him frozen as much as possible.

I'm Gonna Make Millions...

I was going to write something serious today, and then I realized I didn't feel like being serious.

So, Rambo was playing with this box and he got stuck in it. Then he was kind enough to sit and let me take a couple pictures of him. He doesn't even look annoyed. He looks quite comfortable. We are going to make millions with this new fashion discovery. I was feeling so inspired I came up with a great name for this new fashion: 'Box Fashion Awesomeness.'

I know, I know, it's pure genius...

In celebration lets smoke tons of opium and dream of magical tooth mice playing guitars and singing about how the meaning of life is getting to sit on top of a moving car and eating a pancake with blueberries and drinking an orange mocha frappucino all the while being chased by the Russian mafia who are trying to gun you down for your pancake and pancreas. They are shooting at you with rocket launchers and also throw into this chase a couple of Apache helicopters that are gunning for you with their double-mounted machine guns firing hundreds of rounds per second of 8mm bullets.

I know what you're wondering. Who the hell is driving the car you are sitting on top of and is there any syrup on the pancake? The answers are a termite and yes.

I have no clue what I just wrote.

N.B. All haute couture in these images was created by me (and yes I have this patented and copyright protection so don't even think about stealing my fashion idea)

Rambo. Terrorist Gophers. Rambo Falls Off the Bed.

Rambo was sleeping on my bed tonight. He was dreaming of beautiful things, like chasing rabbits and gophers and all sorts of vicious creatures that constantly terrorize us and take away our courage to even step outside. Damn gophers... Sorry, I digress, Lord knows I can go on a tangent about evil gophers and their nefarious acts of terrorism.

I was sitting in a chair reading. Rambo, as I said, was sleeping on my bed, dreaming his dreams of sweet justice, you know, those dreams of catching and tearing apart villainous gophers.

That's when I heard a loud terrible crashing noise followed by a thud. I was frightened beyond my wits and immediately ran into my closet for safety. I hid behind my clothes.

But I was only panic stricken for a moment. As I lay curled up in a ball behind my clothes I decided to do something about the situation. I decided to throw on my superhero uniform. Part of my uniform is this t-shirt that has the letter C emblazoned on the front. To me it stands for courage. Unfortunately the back of the shirt specifies that it stands for the Chernobyl nuclear power plant facilities. Nonetheless, seen from the front the shirt is ambiguous and helps serve my purpose, plus the superhero outfit gives me courage and that's what counts.

Sitting in my closet for several minutes, I have finally drawn enough power and courage from the uniform I just put on. Now, I am ready to investigate the cause of the loud terrible noise. I won't lie, I'm still a little scared at this point...

Several minutes later I'm finished with my thorough investigation. I conclude that the noise and thud were caused by Rambo falling off the bed. There he lays, on the floor, blankets and pillows strewn around him. It is an open and shut case of innocent bed falling.

Or is it? I realize he isn't moving. Limp as a dead fish. Struck with a terrible fear, the thought that he might be paralyzed races through my mind. Could evil gophers have injected him with some terrible poison and pushed him off the bed as the coup de grace? All done while I unwittingly sat nearby reading a book... The possibilities are limitless, these unscrupulous gophers are unbelievably well trained and will stop at nothing to destroy Rambo and me.

I run over to Rambo, I check his paws and limbs and poke and prod him. Thankfully, he lazily reacts to my tests. He is sleeping so deeply he has not realized he has fallen off the bed. This must be what they call the sleep of the truly innocent, if only I could sleep with such peace...

I will leave you with several pictures. They depict Rambo and me working on gopher fighting exercises. This is top secret, we don't want the gophers to know how we train, but I don't think gophers know how to use computers so the likelihood of them finding these pictures on the internet is ludicrously slim. As you can tell from the pictures we carefully hone Rambo's skills so that he can methodically seize and interrogate villainous underground dwelling gophers with ruthless efficiency.

Furthermore, I know our methods might not please some of you tree hugging hippie wannabe's, but you know what, those gophers will steal your lunch AND my lunch if they get a chance, and I'm not willing to increase the risks by wussifying the training regimen and watering down our tactics.

And let me warn you, the following pictures are NOT for the faint of heart.

Sports, Sneak Attacks, and Books

Sports Stuff

Lots of sports stuff has happened lately. Great NFL playoffs, Cowboys lose in a wild finish (as it turns out I caught the game while playing poker with my sister and her friends!).

I've been watching most of the Suns' matches too, I usually take the opportunity to catch their games if I'm too tired to read or do something constructive. I really love watching their games, they have a great style and the perfect game plan, unbelievable how consistent they are. They keep winning, they crushed the Warriors last night.

The only problem is I love lying down on the couch or the floor when I watch these games, and that is when Rambo sneaks into the room. Then he usually sneaks over to where I am. I tend to be very into the game, or too tired to notice him, and before I can comprehend his presence he's already sunk his shark teeth into my arm! He's crazy. He starts barking at me, or trying to bite me some more. I think it's because he wants attention, he wants to play, poor little guy. I wish I could play with him in those moments but sometimes I'm too tired for that. I'll usually let him go outside in the yard, and I make sure to point out all the birds and rabbits, sitting pretty in the grass, munching away on seeds and feeding on the luscious grass. I'll whisper something into Rambo's ear, something along the lines of, "Look at that smug little bastard bird, look how goddamn content he is, walking about, with his chest all poofed out. Look, he's just pecking away in our yard, no worries in the world. He doesn't care about you. He doesn't respect you and your shark teeth!"

That gets Rambo going, he hates having other creatures in the yard, especially creatures that don't properly respect and fear him!

Books Stuff

I've been able to read a lot, as I've mentioned before. I started a really interesting French book, Les Faux-Monnayeurs (translated to The Counterfeiters in English) by Andre Gide. My parents got this book for me a while back. I've never read any of this author's books, I've heard a bit about him though, mostly about his best known book, L'immoraliste.

So far the book is pretty interesting, one of the main characters is very autobiographical (I assume). This character is very introspective and talks about lots of different things, has some interesting thoughts on art and life and all that. It's nice, I like getting a sense of the author's persona and ideas. I mean, not all books are meant to be intimate or about the author, but sometimes it's cool to feel that there is total transparency between the author and his writing. Like the writer is hiding nothing. It all depends on the books purpose of course, sometimes it's better when you don't even have to think about the author, and can just think about the story itself without worrying about the writer. Anyways, I'm not that far into this book, but I have a feeling it's mostly a meditation on art and life. Cool by me.

Quick thing. I totally loved this line in Gide's book, and I think it's true in certain respects, not necessarily about the British, but just the idea in general. A lady in Gide's book is telling her lover, who has just cheated with her:

"You remind me of certain British people; the more their thinking is emancipated, the more they attach themselves to morals; it's reached a point where no one is as puritan as these free thinkers."

In more book news, I'm still reading lots of short stories, mostly later in the day, specially at night. I'm really loving reading scary stories right before bed. Still reading lots of Poe, just read a great one by him, William Wilson, that was one cool story. I also re-read the Masque of the Red Death, that story is really growing on me. It's funny, I usually don't re-read authors, but it's very easy to re-read Poe, his use of language is very beautiful, and there are always new things to pick up on in the writing.

Another writer of short stories I'm totally digging: HP Lovecraft!!! This guy is ridiculously great, totally dark, really freakin' scary, sometimes his writing is a little over the top, but sometimes it's just perfect. Definitely recommend him, especially if you like very scary stories, stuff that will keep you up at night! I'll recommend some of my favorite stories very soon, once I've read a couple more... I'll give you some links, there seems to be a couple sites that have his stories.

Rambo Loves Clearcare Products

This is a video I made today (let me know if it plays, this is the first time I upload on Youtube), it depicts Rambo in all his glory chomping down on the only thing that I was able to distract him with, an old Clearcare bottle. Quick note, he did not swallow the little red thingy and I washed out the bottle beforehand to increase his chewing pleasure.

By the way, please check out this post by Brony, it has to do with mental illness... She's trying to get to 100 comments in an effort to increase awareness of mental illness and debunk some common myths.

More on My Dog's Problem, Plus I'm Worried My Dog Is a Hippie. Please Note: This Post Is Rambling and Incoherent, Yay!!!

Haha! Look at him, he likes funny sleeping positions! Anyways, could this cute little dog actually be...

A Reincarnated Hippie?! Please God, Don't Let It Be So!

Some of you are very right in your guesses about the dog problem. I still can't find the words to write about it, but I will now euphemistically refer to the problem as an 'eating disorder.' I cried myself to sleep last night, and around 4 am I woke up from a dream where my dog kept committing his sinful act. I screamed myself awake from that godawful dream, yelling, 'No, no Rambo, don't eat thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttt........'

Now some of you must be demented, twisted, porno-loving sadists, because you immediately thought the problem must have been leg humping. Shame on you, sex is the first thing that comes to your mind, I mean, are you guys like sex freaks or something!!! Some people think the root of all problems is something sexual, well you know what, it ain't. Sex is not the be all end all in life, well, no, I guess once you think about it it kinda is... Maybe that's debatable, who knows... I say we smoke lots of marijuana and then engage in a debate on this subject.

Let me quickly jump into another topic, although it's still related to my dog: I'm worried that my dog might actually in fact be a reincarnation of some hippie dude from the '60s, some Kerouac Ginsberg Kesey worshipping acid taking group orgy sex maniac beatnik who couldn't walk straight even if you said you'd give him $500 to do it because he was so high on a cocktail of drugs he forgot that when you're not stoned carpets don't move like a wave and look like coral reefs and light particles don't split into individual beams that harness a message from God. And no, this belief that my dog might in fact be a hippie is not a flight of fancy, it's a flight of cold stark realism mixed in with a variety of acid flashbacks and hunger pangs because I NEED chocolate!

Anyways, all I can say is this, I'm thankful my dog's problem is not a leg humping problem. So I guess things can always be worse, right, I mean, leg humping is one of the most ungodly, disloyal, treacherous, sexually deviant acts known to man. Seriously, if there's one thing I will never put up with, it's leg humping. Should be written in the Constitution, no leg humping allowed in this COUNTRY!

I did consider shipping Rambo off to Iraq so he could grow up and gain a little maturity, I thought if he joined the Army he might learn some godamn discipline and maybe the Army'd help him overcome his most evil, terrible, hideous, disgusting 'eating disorder.'

Dog Problem and a Movie You Should See

Dog Problem

Bad news. Very bad news. Rambo (our dog as most of already know) is awesome, but he has one little problem. Ok, it's not little, it's freakin' colossal, huge, monsterous, brobdignagian...

Actually, I just decided I can't write about this problem. It's too troubling, disturbing, terrible, it will give you all nightmares...

I'll tell you about another more mundane problem he is causing. He likes to chew on things, and this isn't so bad I guess, most puppies like to chew on things. But he keeps trying to eat my books and magazines, and sometimes when he gets lucky he's able to capture a shoe from my room and make it down the hall without my noticing. Well, he's not so villainous, he could be a lot worse, the only troubling thing is the unmentionable problem, but when you put it in perspective it's probably not all that bad. Sorry, none of this made sense, some day, maybe I will be able to find the words to explain the colossal evil problem that haunts Rambo, but it is still too fresh in my mind...

Although Rambo's unknown 'problem' may cause you to wonder if he may not in fact be an unscrupulous evil tyrant, I will vehemently proclaim that Rambo is most certainly not any of the following things: serial killer, talk show host, rapist, drug smuggler, narcotics agent, illegal immigrant, border patrol agent, money launderer, backstabbing fiend, mobster, embezzler, stealer of identities, internet hacker, government spy, avid fisherman, arms dealer, ally of the evil Duckbill Platypuses, hockey player, spy for the Kremlin, designer of faulty chairs, Ford company CEO, terrorist, nor is he an ardent destroyer of private property. Ok, that last one is a big fat lie, he loves destroying the shit out of private property!!! I hope that lie doesn't throw my other assertions under greater scrutiny...

Movie: Running Scared

I saw this movie yesterday, it was awesome. Sure it was a little silly at times, and I thought the acting wasn't always great, but it's a great flick, reminds me of Sin City, chock full of action and violence! Crazy pimps, hookers, child pornographers, undercover cops, bombs, knife fights, car crashes, sleazy mobsters, lots of gunplay, this movie has it all!

Rambo!!!

So, a couple people were asking about Rambo (our German Shepherd puppy) so I figured it was a great excuse to put up some pictures of his beautiful little self! He's been great, he's a very sweet dog, of course he gets a little crazy sometimes, like all puppies, but he's very fun! I think his presence is very good for me, the monotony of being at home so much, the isolation, well, it's very hard for me sometimes, but his presence and demeanor helps take the edge off of any sadness or pain I feel. It's also fascinating witnessing how fast he's growing, how his little shark teeth are just getting bigger and bigger... Makes me wonder, I saw a roadrunner in our yard (again!) the other day, could our dog succeed where Wiley has so often miserably failed??? Only time will tell...

Guess WHAT!!!??

We got a dog! A little German Shepherd, his name is.... RAMBO!!! Haha, the family vetoed my choice, Pieceofpaper, but that's ok, I like this name. Wow, it's busy here, my 88 year old grandmother just flew in from France (I don't know how she does it!), my sister is coming in today, and there's a chance one of my buddies will be crashing here. Anyways, I can't resist throwing up a couple pictures of the new dog, I did a blur thing on one of the photos (don't ask me why, I just discovered the tool in photoshop...). Here is little Rambo, cute as can be, sleeping like a big fat little baby!

Getting a new dog is great, but all those feelings of missing my old dog have come flooding back. Sort of feels like I'm cheating on my girlfriend or something (not that I would ever do such a thing!). My last dog was with me during the worst times in my life, I could always find comfort lying down next to him during my most painful days... But what can you do, gotta just be happy with the fact we got a dog, and be thankful my previous dog left me with so many touching memories.

And don't worry, I will go back to posting things that aren't nearly as cute and maudlin very soon...

I'm feeling kinda sick, all this excitement, all this craziness, it's great, but I just gotta lie down for a while.

LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK AT HIS AWESOMENESS!!!!!

Something Incredible and Amazing Might Happen Soon

We (breathe, breathe) might... be .... getting a .... DOG!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm sooooo excited, I can't breathe right, I can't see straight. It's not for sure, but just thinking about it makes me go crazy!!!!!

We know that if we do get another dog it'll be a German Shepherd, like the previous two dogs we've had. I'm trying not to pressure my parents at all, I want them to decide for themselves if they want another dog, ultimately I'll be moving out once I'm better... but having a dog, how wonderful would that be!!!

Look, here's a picture of a potential dog we might get:


How cute! How adorable is he??? By the way, if you didn't realize this already, I love animals (yes even the ones I fear), but dogs are my favorite of all!