Happy Birthday Ginger!

Babysat last night.

She's six weeks old and her parents went to a concert.

The baby was great, the dog was sure I was not on the job. Once I had the audacity to put her in her bassinette and go pee. I left the door cracked so I could hear her. Pickle (he's a daschund) came RUSHING in all "What are you DOING?!?!?" then when she actually made noise he tried flinging himself into my lap in an desperate timmy-is-down-the-wellish effort to communicate that THE BABY IS UPSET!!!!!!!

Trix (sonogram said boy, we bought a bunch of blue stuff, two weeks later we had to all buy pink stuff, hence nicknamed "Trixy") was very chill and only fussed once or twice. She drank four ounces like it was her job (very earnest look on her tiny face). Before the feeding she kept eyeing my boob and bumping her head against it. It was hysterical and I took the hint.

I use Opcon-A pretty regularly: [link]

Jacob on slutty costumes:

Halloween is about two things: hooking up and getting drunk. You don't want your costume to inhibit either of these activities, either by being cumbersome or by being needlessly grostesque. The best slutty costumes combine ease of movement with total sluttiness, allowing both. That's generally why I stick to bunny ears.

However, this year I tried -- with varying levels of success, although I guess we'll see for sure tonight -- to get the boyz on board. I want to start a movement for men of all shapes and sizes to get slutty on Halloween.

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There are lots of slutty boys at the West Village Halloween parade.

I also felt like slutty costumes for women were not that common this year at the parade, though Bob disagreed.

Happy Birthday Ginger!

My boss, who is notoriously cheap, went to Chipotle wrapped up in a tan-ish blanket (tortilla) over a green-ish blanket (guac)....and then, for good measure, taped sign on his chest saying "I am a burrito."

That's way better than the huge line of people I saw with just a strip of aluminum foil around their waist, or arm, or just a hat.

I also felt like slutty costumes for women were not that common this year at the parade, though Bob disagreed.

I think at the parade, people tend to be both more creative and more weather-appropriate, relative to people at parties.

So, the elevator informs me that 11% of Americans would be willing to have a device implanted in their brain that would provide constant internet access. However, it did not provide detail on

a) what's wrong with those other 89% (I mean, come on. The poll even specified safely implanted)

or

b) where you can sign up.

Happy birthday, Ginger!!

Thanks for the puppies, sumi--I love that English bulldog, because she looks an awful lot like our old bulldog (also named Ginger, btw!). In the commentary on that website, they mention the dog's love of car rides, which was also our dog's favorite thing in the world. She would run out to the car with my mom when she was running errands just to get the ride.

Once, Mom went out to bring the car into the garage from the driveway, and Ginger got out of the house and jumped in the car next to her. Mom didn't have the time to go for a ride, so she just drove it in and parked it, but Ginger felt shorted out of her ride and refused to get out of the car. So, Mom left the car door and connecting door from the garage to the kitchen open for when the dog decided she'd waited long enough. About an hour later, she saw the kitchen/garage door open, forgot why she had left it so, and closed it. An hour or so after that, someone asked, "Where's Ginger?" "Oh, my God, she's still out in the garage!" Mom opened the door, and burst out laughing, because she was still sitting in the car with the most stubborn expression on her face, waiting for her ride, damnit!!

What a great dog! Chockful of character.