Grandson of Champion

As I was in the process of trying and not trying to wake up, I hear a cartoon character on teleBision say, "Oh, you're just saying that because you're my dog".

I think, "I can relate to that."

This boy slowly begins the laundry process without the help of caffeine.

Mistake.

Now correcting mistake before I attempt doing dishes. Its too early, its dark outside and inside.

Ah, a handful of cashews. Breakfast of champions. Or in this case, descendant of Champion.

If you need something bizarre to read, I might suggest the following article from wikipedia:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Icke

David Icke is proof that they no longer have insane asylums in his country OR the places are all filled up and they have no more room to keep him.

In the process of getting off the couch to attend to the clothes dryer which is now buzzing "Next!!!", I realize my utter failure today: my coffee cup has only been consumed about 25 percent.

It's cold and icky and has that stuff floating on top from the coffee creamer.

What a terrible waste.

Sad.

Update: My day is ending by listening to the band "Blind Pilot" on The David Letterman Show

(Actually I cheated and put the "Update" in at the same time that I published the other stuff that I wrote from much earlier in the day.)

I love going to the back door after hearing Cooper scratch on the door to get in, and asking loudly, "Who's there?", with a hint of IMNOTDIIDKWYA (I Might Not Open The Door If I Don't Know Who You Are) in my voice. Especially when its dark and cold outside. That'll teach the dog to not learn how to open the sliding glass door. Too bad no one hasn't invented a small hole you can put in the door with a weather-tight flap that the animal could pass through on his own desire and time frame.

I have already fixed three strange typographicals errors in this short post, so all bets are off that this is read-able, especially errors allphabetical.

Oh, and I love the new kayak.com teleBision commercial, "I'll Take Twelve Kilos of Rice Flour, Please".

Update: (a real update this time)

Oooh, I just learned something useful: The tongue of a giraffe is prehensile.

How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?
Answer: One, if you're a giraffe.