Monday, March 31, 2014

Dogs...

I wanted to post some nice pictures of the dogs. They had other plans.

Rosie wanted to try and bite Pippin's throat out. He's sick (ear infection), and so maligned. Poor thing. It's a bad day when I appreciate Pippin.

Hawkeye cut wanted to eat grass. When I was little, our previous golden was doing the same thing one day. I had recently learned about how cows chew their cud, so I asked "Is Ranger chewing his crud?" I was laughed at. Anyway.

So no nice pictures. But I drew one for you.



I hope you like it, and I hope you liked my blog. Thank you for reading.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Questions regarding the Penultimate Post.

As this blogging adventure comes to a close, you, the avid reader, must have some questions. Here I will attempt to answer them.

Q: Will there really never be another post?
A: From this point forward, posts will be few and far between. I can, however, promise that I will only blog when I have something to say. There will be no more insubstantial nonsense.

Q: Will I still be able to view preexisting post?
A: Of course. Cue creepy voice: Once something is on the internet, it's there foreverrrrr! Mwhahaha!!!!!

Q: Can it really be over so soon?
A: Yes.

Q: Is it alright if I'm sad about this?
A: Yes. No one has the power to deny or silence your thoughts and feeling. Stand up for your individuality!

Q: How will I go on?
A: Remember that you are strong and resiliant. Take  things one day at a time and for god's sake, consider the bigger picture.

Q: Which Star Trek series was the best?
A:  Deep Space Nine. Thank you for asking.

Q: What will the ultimate post be like?
A: Absolutely riveting or terribly disappointing.

Q: Was any of it real to begin with?


Thanks for reading.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Forbidden love.

Do plantains and bananas consider themselves equal, or have there been centuries of ongoing conflict and prejudice between the two? Are there stories of families torn apart, comrades turned on each other? Forbidden love? It could be the case.

I present: Bananeo and Plantainiet.

Artist's rendition.



Bananeo: But, soft! Produce through yonder kitchen breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet's a plantain.


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Plantainiet: Bananeo, Bananeo, where for art thou Bananeo?
Deny thy produce and refuse thy fruit!
Or, if thou wilt not, be but savory,
And I'll no longer be so sweet.


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Plantainiet: 'Tis but thy subspecies that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Banana.
What's Banana? it is nor peel, nor fruit,
Nor stem, nor seed, nor any other part
Belonging to banana. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Bananeo would, were he not Bananeo call'd,
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It's possible I need to go to sleep now.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Why Golden Retrievers are the Best.


Golden retrievers are amazing. It's really awesome to always be able to hang out with one (and a half).

Here's why:

  1. They have the most expressive eyebrows.
  2. They're extremely intelligent. Some are even trained to detect cell phones on prisoners. By smell.
  3. Their ears are so big and silky, and they never mind when you hold them out like the wings of a plane and make silly noises.
  4. When you pet them, they put their paws on your arm and give you an approving look.
  5. They dispose of unwanted pests. On of ours even caught a rat once.
  6. Sofas are never cold or unoccupied when you have a golden.
  7. They are perpetually chill. Today, due to a tragic oversight, Pippin and Rose got some cheese and Hawkeye did not. He knew, but wasn't at all upset.
  8. They get along great with each other. Hawkeye and Rosie will often just lie together like colinear canines and pass a chew toy back and forth.
  9. They are so gentle. I remember once when my dad and I were taking our previous Golden for a walk, we met a woman with a small baby. The lady was afraid of dogs, but the baby was very interested. Our Golden then lay down on the sidewalk and let the baby climb all over him. There is also a lot of videos that show babies interacting with Goldens, pulling on their faces and whatnot, and yet the Golden is always nice about it. Exasperated and fed up,but gentle.
  10. THEY ARE SOOOO FLUFFY!!!!!!!!!


There's more of course, but we have to be fair to the other dogs.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Some thoughts of some things...


  1. I worry that giant pandas may actually be more vicious than cuddly.
  2. Today I changed the control for my research project from distilled water to tap water.
  3. Moreover is just the worst word.
  4. I had a quadruple history class today and at no point cried. So I ate a Rice-Crispie treat as a reward.
  5. Apparently Queen Victoria hated babies. She thought they look like frogs.
  6. Today I had to take a Spanish quiz, pero estuvmos comiendo Oreos durante la prueba, asi que nos divertimos.
  7. Why would anyone wear sneakers without socks?
  8. Star Trek: 2009 was amazing, but the sequel was a real disappointment. It's these little things that get you down, ya know?
  9. The stupid beagle across the street is barking again. It must be that he never sleeps.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Apology.

My blog has some rules and this post will break one of them. Namely, No Blogging About the Blog.

Lately, blogging has been the absolute last thing I do everyday, and that isn't working. Because, as I mentioned yesterday, there are no ideas. Also, I get remain tired. I could go on and on about tired.

So I need to start blogging at a reasonable hour. And about more substantial things. I'm sorry for the brevity and listlessness of recent posts.

Not my picture. Also, owls are creepy as heck.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Thoughts of the day.


  1. When I was littler, I saw a face in my ceiling fan that looked like a cartoon Mafia boss.
  2. I've never seen the appeal of plain bagels. Why even bother?
  3. Helicopters look like they were designed just to prove a point. But what point?
  4. I get unreasonably excited when my blood sugar is equal to a power of two.
  5. And that's it. I'm out of thoughts. Theoretically, the mind is infinite, but in reality, no. Just no. Besides, I don't like to think about my own mind because I worry I'll implode. Oddly I never worry about my mind exploding. Maybe I should be? 
  6. I found an appropriate picture. It came from the internet, if  you were wondering.