Last weekend, my roommate got a puppy. He’s a 4-month-old toy poodle. He weighs four entire pounds. He gleefully attacks socks (occupied or not) and is happy about EVERYTHING! And this is him (BTW, for scale purposes, you may note that the top of the frame of this picture is not quite the top of our coffee table — the ledge with the books on it is a secondary shelf underneath):

His name is Fang.

When I told my ever-hilarious friend, The Kennedy Kabasares about it, he responded thusly:
(more…)

Okay, She of the Many Hats is going another round on a question I’ve asked before: the old chestnut of What World-Changing Art Should I Be Pursuing?

Or more precisely: How Should I Be Using My Free Time To Better What I Got?

Wanna read the whole whine? Of course you do…
(more…)