Our world is always on the edge of chaos but our striving to order our own lives conceals this fact. Occasionally the chaos breaks out, something like a volcano high above a peaceful village, and reminds us of the world's essential nature. Yet we still long for peace and order, and from time to time it returns, again masking history's implacable injustice.
I want an male English bulldog to name him Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
Ay, Cubanito. That's the equivalent of an American naming his newly-purchased "British" pub The Buckingham Palace Arms or something too obvious like that.
You need to go the whimsical route. The more obscure, and silly the better.
``Some people even think I make jokes about dogs. For God's sake anybody who looks at my drawings with enough observation should be able to see that dogs play the part of intelligence and repose'' - Thurber
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26 comments:
Jeez, not another picture of a puddle of urine.
Me, I prefer a superficiality that can't break the surface tension of soapy water.
Mr. Bubble comes to mind. I miss him.
By Jack Handy.
A thought for the coming week:
Our world is always on the edge of chaos but our striving to order our own lives conceals this fact. Occasionally the chaos breaks out, something like a volcano high above a peaceful village, and reminds us of the world's essential nature. Yet we still long for peace and order, and from time to time it returns, again masking history's implacable injustice.
Fleet Mac singing Cool Water (streaming audio).
I saw a face in the water, a flabby flaccid face,
Slipping and sliding and slovenly gliding
And slobbering all over the place.
Wait! I've seen this photo posted before, Ann.
You're recycling your photos now??
Cheers,
Victoria
Hah! I got her.
Some Late-Night Calm
Okay, it's not the same one, but it's CLOSE! I'm on to you lady.
Cheers,
Victoria ;)
Puddlegate!
Puddlegate is when my dog wees on my carpet and blames it on G. Gordon Liddy.
Doncha mean Pee Gordon Piddly?
The real scandal is that 24 hours later, Althouse is a VLOG WELSHER!
Be cool and deep, but not necessarily still.
I know I owe a vlog.
Does it help to say that I love the dog name Pee Gordon Piddly?
Are you still thinking of getting a dog?
Not a rare clumber, please. That's sacrilegious.
Ann Althouse said...
I know I owe a vlog.
Does it help to say that I love the dog name Pee Gordon Piddly?
6:03 PM
I want a male English bulldog to name him Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
I want an male English bulldog to name him Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
Ay, Cubanito. That's the equivalent of an American naming his newly-purchased "British" pub The Buckingham Palace Arms or something too obvious like that.
You need to go the whimsical route. The more obscure, and silly the better.
If I had a pub, I would name it The Cuban and Crown. I have to respect tradition.
The bulldog thing comes from my admiration (not blind to his many flaws) of Churchill. I think he looked like a bulldog, cigar and all.
Clearly, he looked like a Bulldog, even though he himself said that all babies resembled him.
But when was the last time you saw a baby smoking? Apart from on a Van Halen album cover, obviously.
You get no cool if there's no dog.
``Some people even think I make jokes about dogs. For God's sake anybody who looks at my drawings with enough observation should be able to see that dogs play the part of intelligence and repose'' - Thurber
If you want to name your bulldog after someone who looks like a Bulldog why don't you call him Helen Thomas?
I think it's time for another dog scrapple story.
Or refer to Churchill obliquely as in "Marlboro"
I had a dog named cigarette. He had no legs.
I took him out all the time for a drag.
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