B.R. 3/31/08

The baby was not feeling up to snuff today and has been lounging around all morning. Understandably considering she was bothered throughout the night with bouts of mucousy, bloody poo and one bout of hacking barf. Luckily the baby has not had either this morning and has been resting in her self-made nests. Due to the baby's sad condition she has not been eating her food, though she did deign to eat some gently nuked chicken that her muhmuh tore up and fed to her by hand. When she does feel like eating, there will be some chicken and rice awaiting her. In the meantime she's sleeping like the baby that she is and dreaming of heaven knows whut. Happily though, I do believe that the baby is feeling a wee bit better as even in her dreary state she's managed to pose when the moment called for it -- however sleepy-eyed:

the baby's dirty harry impression

"go ahead... make my day..."

4 looks

the epitome of innocence.


the epitome of nosiness.


the epitome of suspicion.


the epitome of beauty.

blonde ambition

i've decided to take olive on the road to show off her high-fives, bear dances, and overall cuteness. it will be called the blonde piappy ambition tour. here she is at dress rehearsal.

Candy Girl - By New Edition

Candy Girl
You are my world
You look so sweet
You're a special treat

taking inventory

well this morning the baby was a bit distraught because mommy did not come home last night. she didn't know what to do with herself but take inventory of her toys while i was in the shower.


"don't get too close to my toys!"


later she took a nap w/ me on the couch. at first i thought this was sweet, but then i realized it's just another way of her taking inventory. by sleeping up against ppl, she can be sure that they are not going anywhere!


the baby likes to sleep between me and the back of the couch. i have to be very careful not to squish her.


this is the face she makes when i roll over her little leggies.


the baby shows off her beauty mark. what an uncanny resemblance to marilyn monroe!

she can BEAR-ly stand it!

you spin me right round, baby right round
like a record baby
right round, round round

where's mommy?

well, olive's mommy is about to take off on her transcontinental+transpacific flight, and olive is hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the air. that is, if she has figured out yet that mommy hasn't just taken a short trip to key food.

she settled herself on the window sill just like so.



then she started looking around like a crazy person. so not quite sure if she was looking for mommy's airplane or looking for the other piaps whose voices she hears around her.

"arf, arf... the paint cans are after you... they want to harm you..."
"woof! there are demons hiding in jenn's backpack..."



in her confusion, she gave a not so photogenic look.



nonetheless, we plan to party our little white socks off in mommy's absence. off to key food to buy some corn chiyups and tequila!

Pampered Pups

So I finally got myself to the Westminster Dog Show. What a zoo. I think the people to dog ratio was at least 5:1 if not more. Good thing the pups are so terrific cuz the people are not. It's like Filene's during its annual bridal sale. Anyway, here are some of the pups -- and maybe it's the fact that none of them have been spayed or neutered but there are some big azz dogs there, even the little ones:

Imagine a Chinese-crested that's 40-50lbs

Strange? Well, check out the Peruvian Inca Orchid -- a sight hound bred from the times of the Incas:

I've been remiss

I admit it. I could blame it on end of the year holiday/work/personal blah blahs, including adopting a dog, etc., etc. I'll be better, promise.

However, stuff like this makes me want to hibernate until the economy warms up again:

Who knew?

Evidently the Oxford Dictionary has this thing where anoints a new "word of the year". I'm not sure what the nomination and selection process consist of, but I can't imagine it's as exciting as what happens in Celine's dressing room.

Anyway, without further ado, the word of the year is: locavore. Personally, I would've liked to see "cougar" as the winner.

Who let the dogs out?

I don't know what to say about this:

Let's catch you up...

So it's been a couple of wks since my last post, so to fill you in on what I've been up to, here's a little show and tell:

Enn, Ephanie, Vix, L and I braved the Staten Island and made our way to the wilds of NJ, also known as Six Flags Wild Safari. There, we watched idiots try to entice wild animals into their cars and watched lazy animals watching us.

This is right after the giraffes spotted a keeper driving with their feed. They all took off like they were late for a party:



Here's a mother and three cubs. What you can't see are kajillion flies zipping around these bears. Not so cute, but I like the electric fence. It's a good touch.



Then we hopped next door and got on some rides. I got a little motion sick after my second loopy ride and broke out in cold sweat. So the prospect of getting on this was not so pleasing, but clearly not everyone felt this way:



Then last wknd there was the annual Halloween dog parade at the dog run at Thompkins Sq Park. I don't know who looked sillier, all the dogs in ridic outfits or the mass of people milling about.

Here are two of my favorites from that day:




That's it. La la. Show over. Go home.

In other news...

I always knew there was something off about Philly. Guess I'm not the only one who thought so. How e.

Bathing Azn-style

Saw this on treehugger about how the Japanese conserve water through how they bathe themselves. Now, I don't know about other azn countries, but I know that in Taiwan folks also do the sitting shower thing. Anyhoo, this is a good primer for saving water and also if one to find oneself doing some public bathing in Asia.

Pet Peeve No. 123

Men who sit on the subway with their legs spread at a 90 degree plus angle. They look like they're getting ready to do some birthing. Either that or they've got some physical problems with their sacs that prevents them from closing their legs for fear of doing themselves some serious injury. If the latter, please seek professional assistance lest one day you piss me off enough that I take care of your problem for you.

Chickenhead, hot or not?

I say not.

adopted?

Who looks more like their muhmuh? Them's some hairy kids.

Unintentially Creepy

So here I was listening to one of my favorite online radios -- Sky.fm's 80's station -- grooving to Culture Club when this song starts.

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Um, yeah. Don't call me, I'll call you.

Symmetry In Biology

Ever notice that hold people have really soft skin like babies? Evidently as we age our skin thins. When we're born we have baby soft thin skin that hardens as we age, then at some point it thins out again. Biology can be scary.

War Comes to Pets

A sign of the times, customized armor for your puppies in case of war:

HP Attack

Ephanie and I visited Harry Potter Place in Soho:



We saw lots of adults dressed in age-inappropriate clothing, and lots of children with random crup drawn on their faces. Unfortunately I didn't take any pics of those because I didn't want my camera lens to crack.

We also saw the Knight Bus:



We also took some silly pictures of ourselves as HP. Unfortunately I was looking the wrong way so the picture looked as if I have a broken neck. However the worst part was that while we were stuck in line waiting for the photos Scholastic began live-streaming JKR's reading of Book 7. I began humming like a crazy person. Damn you Scholastic, damn you.

morningstar delight

well let's see, what did i do today. well, first i spent a couple hours browsing my favorite harry potter fan sites looking for more interesting tidbits about my favorite book series of all time. no juicy tidbits today, but i made a few more friends on the bulletin boards, too bad they're all too young to travel alone so we can't meet up and hang out.

then enn woke up and was absolutely glowing. i don't know how she manages to look so beautiful when she first wakes up. must be the japanese genes. she is so cute when she is sleppy and watches golden girls with one eye open and one eye closed.

later i cooked up one of my favorite salty treats.

The Media Loves Cop-ShootersKillers

Looks like cop-shooterskillers Dexter Bostick and Robert Ellis are being arraigned today at the Brooklyn Criminal Court. And how do I know? By the 4 news vans parked beneath my windows and the mass of reporters outside the courthouse:



Here's Ch.2 reporting live from the scene:



For those not in the know, Bostick and Ellis are two of three men who are being arraigned on charges related to the shooting of NYPD officers Russel Timoshenko and Herman Yan in Crown Heights during a traffic stop earlier this week.

What'choo looking at???

Don't know what it is about these birds of prey, but they sure are one suspicious looking bunch.

Personally I think this particular bird looks as if it's been caught doing something.

Um, what dear? No, I didn't eat the mouse. Uh, what's in my talon? Uh, what talon? I mean, uh, nothing. Nothing at all.

Sending out an SOS

I just finished watching about 12 hours of Live Earth. A few observations:

1) Older rockers should look to Jon Bon Jovi and Sting as models for how they should be living their lives -- both have a lot less bloat than most others of their generation, for ex. Nick Rhodes;

2) No one cares about Sydney. Both Bravo and Sundance showed acts from NYC, Rio, Shanghai, Tokyo, Johannesburg, and Hamburg; but neither showed anything from Sydney. Even Keith Urban didn't perform in Sydney but rather NYC (well, actually Giants Stadium in Jersey, but close enough). For crying out loud, they even showed the scientists in Antarctica; and

3) Performers should not be singing ballads in stadiums. Stick with rock anthems, or if you're Madonna songs involving slow gyrating orgy dance routines (starting at 3:44 into the song).

I love vegetables!

Unfortunately that sometimes result in compost-y smelling poots.

Oh well.

Blockage

As much as I hate the amount of environmental and monetary waste that goes it producing a large firework display such as the Macy's 4th of July Fireworks I still love the booming insanity of it all. That said, I hate crowds and was hoping to avoid the teeming mass of people by taking in the display from the roof deck of my new building. Unfortunately, after a quick reconnaissance I realized a problem:



Given where the barges are placed I won't be able to see shiz. Oh well. Teeming masses here I come, though hopefully the rain will keep some of them away.

Happy 2/3 Day!!!

Ever since I've started working in my current field I've always like the day before a national holiday because I only have to work 2/3 of a work day. Yay! Sticking it to The Man!

Unfortunately, this will be my last 2/3 Day as I'm switching jobs and my new job will not care about national holidays, bank closures, terrorist acts, national calamities, and so on.

So it's with a heavy heart that I celebrate this my last 2/3 Day. So long 2/3 Days, I'll miss you.