Saturday, July 26, 2008

I'm So Embarassed...

This is one of the sweetest, most moving things I've ever seen. It made me cry when I watched it. (And not just the first time.) It's making the rounds on the news and the Internet right now. Watch it, and then tell me animals don't really experience emotions. If you're really still comfortable with that position.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Where Quality is Job One

Again this week, inexplicably, the "Who Wants to Be America's Next Top Pussycat Doll Star" show was on at our house. This is the second Wednesday in a row, mind you, and I'm not sure what that means. Perhaps it means we're retarded. Perhaps it means we're too lazy to change the channel. I was probably getting beaten at Scramble on Facebook and Darren was probably reading articles about blogging about reading articles about blogging about bikes, or looking at pictures of hot girls taken at bike races. But I'm already bored taking about that, so let's move on.

I liked two things about the show. The first, is that nearly every single one of the pussycat model stars spent an inordinate amount of time in her one-on-one interviews talking about how she was just going to have to work even harder to get to the top of the cat doll heap. Several of them proclaimed through their tears that they were going to have to give it more than 110%, or that they were going to have to work at it every day. I enjoyed this, because it seemed to imply that the girls were already giving more than one could reasonably expect from your average hot pants-wearing, heavily made up, marginally competent 19-year-old singer/dancer girl . They're only human, after all. If you prick them, do they not bleed? (Hot pink, I assume, but nonetheless.)

The other thing I appreciated occurred at the end of the show, when the judges were reviewing and rating the evening's performances. Pussycat Doll inventor Robin Anten was discussing the relatively lackluster performance of one of the potential top pussycats when she said, and I quote, "Just okay is not going to cut it for the girls who make it into Girlicious." Which is exactly on point. If we don't demand excellence from the girls who may very well become Girlicious (American's next top possible cat dolls 2.0) from whom do we demand it? The Hooters girls? I think not. Brain surgeons? Maybe, but I guarantee you some of them do not look as good in a bikini and fishnets.

Food for thought. Happy Friday!

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Short, Pudgy Arm of the Law.

I'm not sure how I feel about 11-year-old Landon Wilburn.

On the one hand, been there kid. In the house on the rural road where I used to live, I could often be seen flinging the door open to try and catch a glimpse of the moron speeding up my hill at 50 miles per hour.

On the other hand, he's standing out on the side of the road wearing a bicycle helmet and an orange vest, waving a Hot Wheels toy radar gun around at a bunch of licensed drivers, as if he might have some authority or something. Even though he's 11 YEARS OLD. It's not difficult to imagine that the kid is going to grow up to be kind of a prick, right? Some chop-busting middle manager just waiting for his boss to retire, and making the lives of his employees as miserable as possible in the meantime.

But nevermind that. It's Friday, and the week should end on a good note. By which, in this case, I mean ridiculously cute:

Happy Friday!

Monday, July 14, 2008

My Thumbs, They Are Green

That's right. We're like horticulture savants or something. What makes me say that? A little something I like to describe as the world's most perfect tomato.

Actually, it's not just me. I'm pretty sure anyone who saw it would have described it as the world's most perfect tomato. Exceptionally symmetrical? Check. The perfect size? Of course. Practically oozing fresh, delicious flavor? Duh.

The savant part comes in because we can apparently grow these perfect tomatoes with virtually no effort. We even left the aphids on them. Suck it, Mother Nature!

We moved them into the sun a few times. Added a couple of doses of fertilizer, hosed them down, and voila! I don't know how we do it, but there's no denying it-we are good.

Speaking of fabulous accomplishments, we also own the world's most perfect, delightful, friendly, and obedient puppy, and I figured what better follow up to the world's most perfect tomato?

I just hope you can handle all the perfection. I recommend small doses. Just look at one picture at a time or something, to avoid being overwhelmed.

Beasley thinks about the little people.

Beasley works on ferocious.

Beasley rejects "fetch."