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Whilst the above title would be the most AWESOME name for a band EVER, it also neatly ties in the events and thoughts from the past couple of days.
It started yesterday evening whilst I was taking Gwen for a walk. Suddenly, I was aware of a white and brown blur shooting around the dog and around my feet. When the blur stopped, I could see that it was merely a hyperactive Jack Russell rather than some supernatural entity (as my first suspicion had been). I humoured him and kept walking along. He followed me. I looked around for an owner but none could be seen. He kept following me. After a while, I concluded that his worried owner was around somewhere and that I should try and shoo him away. It didn't work. The little bastard thought it was a game. After 20 minutes of unwittingly playing a rousing game of "Silly Buggers" I decided to just go home. Alas, as I walked homeward bound, he followed me- weaving on and off the road. I was tempted to just leave him, but my conscience made damn sure to play all sorts of horrific scenarios in my head. I hate my conscience.
Medium length story short, I brought him home. Leah put on her "animal in distress" hat and found out the number of the dog warden. She also stayed up all night with him (who was now named "Jack"). Fair dues to her."Jack" went with the dog warden this morning. Hope he's alright. On another note, Gwen is still ignoring the both of us.
Woke up to the news that George Carlin had died. Pretty shitty start to the day as Carlin was a genius. See here and here. I've always loved his views on religion. My favourite bit of his is his "defragging" of the Ten Commandments- see here.
Peace out, people.
It started yesterday evening whilst I was taking Gwen for a walk. Suddenly, I was aware of a white and brown blur shooting around the dog and around my feet. When the blur stopped, I could see that it was merely a hyperactive Jack Russell rather than some supernatural entity (as my first suspicion had been). I humoured him and kept walking along. He followed me. I looked around for an owner but none could be seen. He kept following me. After a while, I concluded that his worried owner was around somewhere and that I should try and shoo him away. It didn't work. The little bastard thought it was a game. After 20 minutes of unwittingly playing a rousing game of "Silly Buggers" I decided to just go home. Alas, as I walked homeward bound, he followed me- weaving on and off the road. I was tempted to just leave him, but my conscience made damn sure to play all sorts of horrific scenarios in my head. I hate my conscience.
Medium length story short, I brought him home. Leah put on her "animal in distress" hat and found out the number of the dog warden. She also stayed up all night with him (who was now named "Jack"). Fair dues to her."Jack" went with the dog warden this morning. Hope he's alright. On another note, Gwen is still ignoring the both of us.
Woke up to the news that George Carlin had died. Pretty shitty start to the day as Carlin was a genius. See here and here. I've always loved his views on religion. My favourite bit of his is his "defragging" of the Ten Commandments- see here.
Peace out, people.
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