I'll have to make sure to program my MythBox in that event.

We might need a doggie sweater for our new dog Fenris. He doesn't seem to do well with the cold like our old dog Thor. They spend a lot of time indoors, but they'll have to go outside a little bit.

I had a doggy jacked that looked like a horse blanket with a velcro strap across the belly in stead of something a human would wear. I decided it was much less humiliating.

I am writing my resignation letter. For mood music, I am listening to a song called, "I quit my job"" by Old Man Luedecke. Wheeee!

We have to put Ozymandias in a sweater when it gets chilly. He's so little and short haired and close to the ground he shivers whenever he's out in the winter. I wish I had earmuffs for him, and something to cover up his nose since those really get cold and seem to bother him.

Also, timelies!

On the blood donor questionnaire for Canada, there's this question:

Have you, in your past or present job, taken care of or handled monkeys or their body fluids?

I went there for a little recapping snark and discovered the recapper was Jacob, the guy who sucked all the snark out of Doctor Who. He's following me like some horrible angel of pretension sucking all the snark out of my TV.

Welcome to my world, Gud. Jacob's a great guy when it comes to moderating the forums—very polite and even-tempered and respectful of the assorted readers/posters. But then the actual recaps read like one of St. Thomas Aquinas' treatises on religion and I wake up hunched over my desk eight hours later. And we seem to have the same taste in shows, so he recaps everything I like that Strega hasn't staked a prior claim on.

Have you, in your past or present job, taken care of or handled monkeys or their body fluids?

What if you did this as a hobby?

A former neighbor had a Pekinese that had an extensive wardrobe. Among the items, a sweater with "spoiled but not rotten" knitted into it and oilskins for rainy weather. On rainy days - like this - he'd be wrapped up in the bright yellow coat and the peering up from underneath the sou'wester's upturned brim. Cute - silly, but cute.

We have to put Ozymandias in a sweater when it gets chilly

Man, first the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare and now a little sweater. Your ancient Egyptian God-Kings just cannot catch a break these days.

Look upon my sweater and despair!