as most ppl know, i love dogs. love love LOVE them. i don't know vick's first name, and i don't know how he is as a football player (although gopooh said his team was giving him one last year to prove he's as good as they once thought), and i don't care. i think he is so evil, and i think he should rot in hell. seriously, i do! i've pretty much always been iffy on the death sentence. i think rapists and murderers should be eliminated off the face of the earth, but there's always that chance the convicted could be innocent. (of course if there's undeniable proof, like you were caught in the act of raping a little girl, i say, off to the chair! and straight to the chair. none of this 'get off on good behavior' crap.) in this case, i couldn't care less if this guy were dead. b/c really, do we NEED someone like him in this world? if you're someone who thinks it's ok to starve your dog so he'll be fiercer, then drown, hang or electrocute him b/c his broken jaw post-fight makes him worthless to you, then you are EVIL. how would YOU like to be electrocuted b/c you're deemed worthless after you can't play football anymore? and even then it's not the same thing, b/c no one forces another person to play football. i've already told gopooh that if the nfl doesn't suspend him at least until the trial, he shouldn't watch football this year b/c that just shows what great role models the nfl wants their players to be. i don't want to hear about due process and whatever. yeah, you have dead dogs on your property, which your cousin is using btw, and you don't know it? uh huh, ok. he's sooo guilty, and i hope he fries.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
we saw the 'smart car' at the ann arbor art fair yesterday. it is sooo small. remember, i'm only 5'3". (its edge is cut off on the right b/c there was a woman and gopooh cut her out of the shot, but you get the idea.)
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Sunday, July 15, 2007
last night gopooh and i went to the casino. recently while he's been playing craps i've had this infatuation w/ one of the slot machines, jackpot party. i don't know why i'm drawn to it, b/c really, there's nthg special about it. you try to get 3 'jackpot party' icons to get to the bonus. then the bonus is a screen full of 30 or so unopened presents filled w/ coins, but a fifth of them will end the bonus. so basically you touch present after present, collecting more and more money, until you hit a pooper. it's funny, but i've come to recognize the distinctive sounds of the game. so anyway, last night on our way out, we passed by an empty jackpot party quarter slot machine. we played $10 just for fun, even though i normally stick to the nickel slots. (yes i'm cheap!) on the very last spin, we got the bonus. i opened the first present... cha-ching!... right as i turned to gopooh to tell him it was his turn to pick, the woman next to me said, "you have to do it fast. like this." and she proceeded to touch my screen several times in a row. as she was touching random presents -- MY presents -- i was able to squeak out "no no no no no!" in shock, but stopped b/c it appeared that her touching my screen wasn't doing anything. and THEN, the pooper popped up. the very first present she'd touched was a pooper! i just hadn't realized it b/c the computer was slow to react for some reason. the thing that pissed me off after that too was that she waved her hand in consolation and said, "you have to get as many as you can before the guy pops up. next time." if i hadn't gotten my money back w/ the one present i'd opened, i would've snapped. WTF. next time? next time?! it's not like touching the presents in rapid succession makes you win more. her getting me the pooper on her first touch proved that. the 'guy' doesn't just 'pop up' to end the bonus; he pops up when you pick a bogue present! my god. i don't even think she knew the rules of the bonus. UGH. did i turn to her and ask her how to play? no. did i stare at the screen in confusion when the bonus round popped up? no. did i TELL her she could freaking play my game for me? HELL NO. i can't believe the nerve of that woman. i mean, seriously, who does that?!?!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
i woke up around 4:15am with gopooh's pillow on my stomach. now how did that happen? did i grab it out from under his head? did he throw it at me? in any case, i took it and put it above his head; he said thanks and we went back to sleep. when my alarm clock went off an hour later, he told me that he slept on the floor. i didn't believe him, but he kept insisting on it, so i asked, "did you fall off the bed?!" hehe. what grown man falls off the bed? he said that he woke up at 4am, uncomfortable and confused, only to find himself sleeping on the floor w/ no blankets and no pillow, and then got back on the bed. his explanation is that he must've woken up too hot (he claims i radiate too much heat when i sleep) and in his infinite wisdom, moved to the floor... b/c it might be cooler? hahaha. so THAT'S how his pillow ended up on top of me. my guess is that when he woke up, he grabbed it and plopped it on top of me... or maybe he put it between us and i later grabbed it, and then when he woke up on the floor and crawled back into bed, he never took his pillow back. ahhh, life's little mysteries of sleep. he text-paged me today saying, "isn't it weird that i was sleeping on the floor?" why yes, yes it IS weird. how on earth did a normal gal like me end up w/ such a weirdo like him! :)