FRQNC


Wednesday, March 10, 2010 Things haven't quite settled down yet, but I really didn't want to put off posting any longer. So hi there. Let's see... I think we can safely skip the whole "moving sucks" post that graces every blog in the world once someone deems their current living space lacking and shuffles off to find a new one. Suffice to say, they're right. Moving does indeed suck. As does wrenching your back out of place whilst trying to lift a 150 lb. chair. That really sucks. You end up flat on your ass on your brand new wooden floor screaming in pain and having it echo through an empty house. Another fun fact, screwing your back up makes breathing an interesting game of "how much oxygen can I take in before it feels like my ribs have burst through my shoulder blade?" Yes...I fucked up my back. It's mostly better now. Let's move on. Four days after I screwed my back up, I was getting out of the shower and preparing to go to work when I hear a dog whining from the living room. I walk around the corner to find Jib looking up at me with panic in his eyes, and his left rear paw leaving full bloody paw prints all over the floor. I'm not positive of what happened, but my best guess is that he was running around the backyard and he accidentally stomped on the metal dividers used to separate rocks from grass. These are old in places, and rather sharp. And yes, I should've covered them up but we've been in this house for less than 4 weeks and there's a lot that I'm still getting to. So, off we go to the vet! He takes 5 stitches on the webbing of his paw (in between the pads), and I'm told to give him Rimadyl and antibiotics twice a day. Which I do, until he ceases eating. And after looking up Rimadyl's side effects, it seems it's been known to cause liver failure in dogs...particularly in Labs. The first sign of which is loss of appetite. Furious, I put a bit of sugar in his water bowl to get him flooding his body with water and stop giving him the Rimadyl. I plan on questioning the vet about it this Friday, when he goes to get his stitches out. So that's Jib... What else? Ah, Alex. Alex would be Sobriquet's little white, fluffy dog. And Alex and I have had some minor disagreements over exactly who it is that runs Bartertown. Ahem... I run Bartertown.jpg Bit after several bouts of flipping the little dog upside-down and pinning him to the floor amidst his snapping and growling, he eventually acquiesced to my leadership. Alas, he was unsure of exactly how to communicate this new "non-alpha" status to me, his new pack leader, so he'd simply urinate in submission every time I came near him/called his name/looked at him/sneezed, for about a week. Good times. I'm happy to report that we're much better now, and Alex seems to be settling into his role quite nicely. He's stashing toys under the bed like he's the next addict on Intervention (which is a horrid show by the way), but otherwise he's doing just fine. And with the puppy updates out of the way, I'd like to end this post with an advertising pitch...and no, no one is paying me for this. Friends, it's time to drop Comcast as if they were coiled, had a pair of fangs, and were rattling. I say this, because AT&T U-Verse is the best thing to happen to cable/Internet in Houston since Comcast dropped the city into their Community Chest and told us to go straight to hell (without passing Go or collecting $200), if we didn't like their outages/bandwidth throttling/sucky customer service/broken On-Demand software...because they were the only gig in town. No, it's too late for the blitz of marketing mailers and "special deals" you're touting, Comcast. It's over. Fuck you. At least until AT&T oozes into the mold you've created and becomes the Cable/ISP Milkhog of Houston... At which point, I'll start looking for someone else. j.s.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010