Vinny out for a walk

Took vinny for a stroll. He digs leaves right now, but isn’t a fan of small yappy dogs. But who seriously is? Well, who is that doesn’t live in our neighborhood is the question.

Took vinny for a stroll. He digs leaves right now, but isn’t a fan of small yappy dogs. But who seriously is? Well, who is that doesn’t live in our neighborhood is the question.
So I was reading this post over here bout a recent BLAN I had attended. At first it seemed light hearted, presented from the opinion of an outside observer. Until I really started thinking about it. The post was full of hate and disgust towards the geek. It dripped of antinerd venom and was nothing more then down right insulting to anyone who enjoys computer games.
It drove such a reaction in me I felt I had to respond, to point out the subtle dislike and disgust the author has for those of us that jokingly refer to ourselves as geeks.
As some of you know, I’m a bit obsessed with the undead. I love thinking about them in the same way Robert Hamburger loves thinking about Ninja’s, it’s about that bad. Who knows what it is about zombies that gets my juices flowing, my heart pumping, and my brain thinking about ways to protect ones family against the eventual onslaught of said zombies. Heck, I love zombies so much I have two different board games about them, I love just so many different Movies about zombies and could go on and on about them. Whats the point of all this?
This last Saturday, which also was the last day of May as well, we (the family) participated in the event known nationally as “Strutt Your Mutt” a 1.5K walk of one’s dog that helps raise money for unsheltered animals. Things like finding homes for said animals or sheltering them until a home can be found.
The event consisted of us walking our dog abouts Sugarhouse Park. And let me tell you, there where dogs. There where a lot of people there with a lot of different dogs here’s and theres and everywheres. Our dog Baue (or however one spells Bo) was so very much excited to be in the company of that many different fellow canines. There was that one radio station… you know the one that doesn’t really play much good stuff any more. The DJ was around livening up the place and trying mightily to get licked by the pooches. Most where a bit to timid to do anything.
Having a child for the first time is a lot like taking a homeless person into your home for the first time. Most people already know that babies and homeless people have a lot in common. In fact the similarities are quite shocking to realize.
You can be sure that when we first where preparing to become permanent parents, the suggesting to practice first by taking in a homeless person was mightily scoffed at in this household. We had heard all sorts of horror stories regarding the homeless, things like they are awake at all hours of the night, are messy, noisy and smell, and we didn’t want to let that kind of element fester in our humble sweet home.
However, we were eventually persuaded to take one in, as the experience and knowledge we would gain would vastly outweigh any inconvenience. Plus if we utterly failed, at least it was just a homeless person and nobody really cares about them anyways. Just load em in your car and drop em off in front of a freeway onramp and drive off quickly and you are free and clear. If you are extra nice you can provide them a sharpie and cardboard for use.