Friday night, and you know what I’m up to? Watching TV. And being lied to. See, apparently ABC was supposed to be showing America’s Funniest Home Videos. At least that’s what I saw when I checked out the lineup after getting back from picking up dinner.

And with nothing to do, I figured what the hell, I’d turn on the boob tube. Er, well, Boob flat screen. So to ABC 7 we go, and I find… Grey’s Anatomy. Because, that’s funny. Wait, no it’s not. Which is more than likely why I was upset about the whole thing. I wanted to lol, dammit, not :-(. So, the lesson? Don’t believe everything you see on TV. Or the TV Guide for that matter.

Oh, and no, I’m not without a life; The Girl works Friday nights, so we get out other nights of the week. Now leave me alone.



Parky-poo
So before I even went to get dinner (and stopped by Staples. More on that later), I took the dogs – once again – to the dog park. Surprisingly, my Pit-mix was a good girl. Not that she’s ever really bad, in the sense that she’s not out looking for a fight. But she is often a little too snappy, even if it’s only in play, and typically has an unnatural fear of small minions from hell (read: children).

But this day she was fine, even with a few small minions at play, she was all too happy to have them pet her, which kind of upset me. Because, afterall, what the hell? Don’t I pet you well enough? You gotta go and get your pet on somewhere else? Oh, so I don’t pet you the right way. Whatever, bitch, this is your decision! You want to run around on me, FINE! But don’t get all upset when I start petting other dogs! I’ll NEVER forgive you! No, NO! Not the sad puppy eyes! NOOO!!!!

OK, I forgive you…

I’m glad she’s getting better about this stuff, though. I guess reprimanding her and putting her on the leash when she’s bad – sad dog eyes or no – has made her think about what she does a little harder. Good dog. Sit, Zoey, sit! Good dog!



Compulsive Pen Envy
So for the last, oh, 5 years, wherever I go I have one of those old BIC pens with four colors, in my pocket. You know the one, it’s white up top, with a blue base, and has green, red, blue, and black ink nodes in it. Here, this one:

But recently, I have been experimenting with different pens. It all started with the boss' pens. He had some nicer “V7” Rollerball pens. I ended up with one of these, and I about got a hard-on over it, it wrote so good. Not quite, it was more of a softie, but the love was there is what I'm saying.

I started using this thing, and I just loved loved loved it. So much so, that I decided that it was now MY pen, and no one was going to have it back. And me and the pen lived happily ever after. That is, until it leaked all over me. At which point I traded it in for its twin sister, sitting idly by on someone else's desk. And SHE leaked all over me, too (runs in the familly).

I decided I would break down and buy a batch of good pens, and rid myself of pen envy once and for all. I stopped by staples, got some Uniball Micro Vision Elite Series pens. Great. Wonderful. Awesome. They don’t cut out or leak, and they write at least as well as the V7’s my boss had. And I thought I was through with pen envy, until this week on Valentine’s Day (another blog story waiting to happen. I’ll tell you later), when the waitress (I think, at least) left a receipt and a pen for me to use to sign the receipt.

And, this pen. Wow. I mean, just Wow. I was in love. Cupid got me. I had to have this pen. I devised strategies to get out of the restaurant with it, so we could be together, just me and, um, it. The Girl however, who happened to follow me to the restaurant, and being a waitress herself, managed to talk me out of keeping it for myself.

Which brings me to Staples once again. To find that pen and make it mine. The experience was both saddening and exciting. Saddening in that I could not find the same exact pen (a Staples branded Gel Pen), but I did find the Pilot G2 Series Gel pens, and THEY CAME IN PACKS OF 4! Imagine that! 4 of these hot mammas, all loving me at once! OH joy!

Yes, I know I’m weird; save your breath. No, I’m not quite that obsessed. I just wanted to have a nice pen to write with, and it had to a) write smooth, b) not smear too easily (for when I use my left hand to write), and c) not cut out or leak. And I think this fits the bill. Pen envy? Not me. Not anymore, at least. $20 later. Sigh

Peace.

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