…well, snowboarding, actually.
So until I get back, here is a very shortened version of my next post:
I get a roommate.
There’s a little Wii-ing in Times Square
Things get a little dirty at work
The trip almost gets cancelled
I brave travel with the gruppen fuhrer (otherwise known as mommy)
…and if I take any, I’ll post some photos of Switzerland.
See you in a week!
I warn you before I even start, this post isn’t going to be much more than words falling out my brain (Or fingers if I’m typing?)… Its an exercise in procrastination
I don’t know if I’m the only one who’s noticed it but New York has suddenly turned very cold. So cold, in fact, I’ve been rather tempted to wear my bed outside. I’ll admit though, from under 16 layers of clothes and a three scarves, I love the winter. I always feel like I have more energy when its cold, plus, the clothes are so much nicer and more comfortable than in the summer. I’ll take this opportunity to mention that I grew up in Australia where you’re lucky to have three snowflakes every 5 or so years so living in NY (where you get some REAL snow. Well, without having to fly for 1000 hours to get it is) is still quite a novelty for me.
I did find though, one morning when I was on my way home from work, my fingers got so cold, I couldn’t scroll up or down on my iPod. Click wheels apparently need heat – something I don’t store too well. I could really use some gloves (mom – hint hint hint) or a coffee (Nick – hint hint hint).
Anyway, moving on, I woke up this morning with a crumpled copy of New Scientist stuck to my face (I suppose that’s a geek version of falling asleep while looking at porn) and the horrific smell of dead animal drifting through my apartment. Given the fact I live with two dogs, I was somewhat concerned one of them had decided to, well… you know. Nevertheless, with a little looking around, I found the older dog snoring on my now dead feet and the puppy tucked in the other side of my bed* giving me the “yes? May I help you?” look.
So, being super and such, I peel the magazine off my face (leaving most of the print on my cheek), flick the dog off my feet and hobble downstairs to find out what smells so… Fragrant. Lets just say, there were rather a lot of “chunks” of what looks as though it may have been a bird scattered about the place with some very clear little paw prints running through the blood. Paw prints, which belong to my 10″ tall puppy…
The only way she could have gotten hold of the bird would have been to snatch it off one of the window ledges and drag it inside. See, the whole reason I have dogs is because they’re NOT SUPPOSED TO CATCH BIRDS AND BRING THEM IN but it would seem I actually bought a cat-dog by the name of Bojangles. Anyway, I cleaned things up (rather well I might add) and then went back to bed… Well, I tried. Just as I was going back to sleep, the covers moved and Bo emerged from hiding, her snout and paws crispy with dried birdie blood, to proudly present me with a bloody bird wing, which she dropped right into my hand.
ANYBODY WANT TO BUY A CAT-DOG?
Note: I got some revenge on lady Bo by dropping her into a bath to decrisp her. I’m sure smelling like flowers and being all clean and fluffy isn’t quite how a savage beast would like to look. *snicker* I also really wish I’d taken some photos because when you drop a spaniel in water, they lose about 2/3 of their size until they’re dry again… Its all the fur, you see.
On a final note (as I can’t avoid doing my toxicology stuff any longer), I will leave you with this video which shows exactly why I think rappers are douche bags. Click. I’m not exactly sure who Kanye West is but he seems to make a pretty big ass out of himself there… Anyway, knock yourselves out.
Oh, and even more finally, everyone with a mac *needs* to download Inquisitor and anyone without a mac *needs* to buy one just so they can use it. Enjoy.
*I will be washing my sheets later. In fact, I might just burn them and buy new ones.
