Archive for the ‘dogs’ Category

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Broadcast The Chamber

February 27, 2008

I figured that I’d have to get around to this eventually….

Introducing the Chamber’s very own YouTube Channel!

It was a long time coming, really.  For years, I’ve had this Sony digital camcorder sitting dormant in the closet, and it wasn’t until I finally got around to purchasing a new firewire-equipped laptop that I was able to fully utilize the technology that makes it possible to actually broadcast my silliness to the world. 

I thought I’d start out with a simple test video, using my dog (Indy) as the unwitting star here on my blog.  As I get used to how this thing works, I’m sure I’ll move on to bigger and better things, but for now….baby steps.

Isn’t technology grand?

Anyway, I was entertaining the idea of having a weekly “rant” or perhaps just my take on current events.  It’s a work in progress, I know, so for now I’ll just be satisfied that the thing actually works (pretty smoothly, I might add).

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Dog pulls trigger on shotgun and kills owner

January 9, 2008

CSI determined that the killer got careless and left muddy paw prints on the trigger.

VIDEO | digg story

Seriously though, how bad does your luck have to be?

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Dogs Against Vick

July 18, 2007

Just last week I highlighted a blog that was inspired by Mitt Romney’s alleged dog abuse, but now it’s probably time to start a new one based on the news regarding NFL star Michael Vick:  Falcons’ Vick indicted by grand jury in dogfighting probe

RICHMOND, Va. — NFL star Michael Vick was indicted by a federal grand jury Tuesday on charges of sponsoring a dogfighting operation so grisly the losers either died in the pit or sometimes were electrocuted, drowned, hanged or shot.

The Atlanta Falcons quarterback and three others were charged with competitive dogfighting, procuring and training pit bulls for fighting and conducting the enterprise across state lines.

The operation was named “Bad Newz Kennels,” according to the indictment, and the dogs were housed, trained and fought at a property owned by Vick in Surry County, Va.

Dogfighting?  DOGFIGHTING!  My goodness.  Where are we, Afghanistan?  (the practice was actually banned under the Taliban, oddly enough).  Is this actually fun to watch?  I can’t imagine being able to stomach it, personally.  There are probably hundreds of things people can gamble and bet on that don’t involve killing man’s best friend. 

Disgusting.

EDIT: I removed the pic of the poor dog that was all cut up from fighting. I just didn’t want to look at it anymore.

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Campaign Blog Of The Week: Dogs Against Romney

July 9, 2007

I must have been on vacation when this story broke: Romney’s dog story: Really, he loved riding on the car roof

Nearly 140 bloggers in the last two days have linked to a Time article on this nugget mined from a seven-part Boston Globe series on the former governor: In 1983, Romney’s dog made a 12-hour trip from Boston to Ontario in a kennel lashed to the top of the family station wagon

Animal lovers everywhere were aghast, and the story even inspired the creation of a new blog:

Dogs Against Romney

Indy offers his enthusiastic support!

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Update: As Romney supporter practicalreasoning pointed out in the comments, Mitt might discover that he has a sudden surge of support from the cat community over this news. I laughed. But then I saw this:

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I’ve Been Targeted For Conversion By Jehovah’s Witnesses

April 1, 2007

I’ll admit, owning a townhouse has it’s disadvantages.  I’ve lived in one for almost 3 years now and there are a few lame aspects about it that I kind of expected (like the inability to crank my 3000 watt stereo at 2 AM), but there are definitely a few I didn’t think of before taking the plunge.  Topping the list in the latter category would be unusually high volume of solicitors I can get in the warmer months here. 

I understand the reason.  Tightly packed townhouses in semi-affluent suburban neighborhoods present a very high-efficiency target for those who travel door to door.  Sometimes I can be out walking Indy and see a half a dozen of them scattered around at various houses in the neighborhood.  Some of them are college kids trying to sell you a magazine subscription or two to pay for some class or journey abroad.  Others are just reps from local businesses trying to build a customer base.  I eventually got a bit tired of answering the door and having to politely refuse an offer for something I would have never thought of buying anyway, so I put a “NO SOLICITORS” sign on my door (like the “do not disturb” door sign in a hotel).  That seemed to stop everybody.  Everybody except the Jehovah’s Witnesses, that is.

Now, I’m not a religious person.  I look up at the sky and marvel at our existence every once and awhile like most people, but I’m not the type of guy who thinks about crosses, burning bushes or making sacrifices during lent.  That doesn’t mean that I’m an asshole to random religious folks, however.  As far as I’m concerned, any unprovable belief is about as crazy as the next, so who am I to judge?  If someone out there wants to worship dolls, I have no problem as long as it isn’t hurting anyone. 

That said, I really do get uncomfortable when the JW’s come to the door.  Since I’ve moved in, they’ve rung my doorbell at least 6 times (that I know of), and I’ve noticed there’s always 2 of them (the same guy with a different ‘tag along’).  Whenever I answer,  I get torn between my instinct to remain polite and my desire to do something to make sure they never come back.  So far, politeness has won, due to the fact that their own politeness makes telling them to ‘shove it’ somewhat harder to justify.  Instead, I’ll make up some plausible excuse (I blame it on the dog a lot; Indy plays his role well) to force them to make their comments as brief as possible.  This will get them to cut to the chase and just get down to leaving me with the latest issues of The Watchtower and Awake! so they can be on their way.  Maybe this was my mistake.

The other day I was sitting here on the computer and through the window I noticed this big Lincoln Continental pull up to the end of my driveway.  I sat there dumbfounded as I watched the JW’s get out of the car and make their way toward my front door.  It had finally dawned on me.  These guys weren’t going “house to house”, they had made a trip to see me specifically!  I suddenly reflected on how being nice and semi-graciously accepting their literature those other times had apparently put me on their list of potential followers.  Luckily, I had to leave for work in a few minutes, so I had a legitimate excuse prepared when they rang the doorbell.  With Indy doing his usual barking in the background, I opened the door.  “Hey _____, you’re a hard guy to get a hold of!”  This was even creepier.   I don’t remember giving them my name, or vise versa.  That, and the obvious implication that they’ve been to my house an unspecified number of times since the last time we spoke, looking for me.  They proceeded to tell me about the importance of attending some event at their church, while I tried to keep the dog from getting past me and biting them on their overly friendly asses.  I deployed the excuse, accepted another piece of literature and watched them get back into their Lincoln and drive away.

So, what’s the M.O. here?  Do these people canvass a neighborhood and systematically narrow the field of prospects by some method?  If so, what is it about me that they like?  What criteria did I meet?  I’m kinda hoping that some JW’s will eventually see this post and let me know.  Or, maybe someone else has had this problem and found a way to have them leave me alone without any repercussions.  I’m just not sure of what these people might be capable of.  After all, they’re strangers who know my name and where I live, and have a penchant for making unannounced visits.  One might call that a stalker.

BTW-  This is not an April fools post. (I’ve never really liked April fools anyway)

Also, I do realize that I may have answered my own question with this post (i.e. I’m a target because I’m not religious), but that would be assuming that the JW’s a sense for that sort of thing, because I didn’t tell them explicitly.   

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Today Is March 26th…

March 26, 2007

…and it’s 75 degrees here in Minnesota.  Unbelievable. 

So, I grabbed my Creative Zen Micro, some smokes and the leash and took Indy for a walk.  Outside there are children playing, kites flying and birds chirping.  Just beautiful.

Hard to believe that earlier this month we had a few feet of snow on the ground.

Update:  The temp actually made it to 81 degrees today, and the StarTrib says it’s a record: Mercury hits record 81

The first full week of spring is feeling a lot more like summer as the mercury roared past 70 degrees for the second consecutive day and set a record — 81 — for the date.

The 81 degrees in the Twin Cites eclipsed the 74 recorded on this date in 1991.

A reading of 70 degrees or higher in March in the Twin Cities is not unheard of, said Pete Boulay of the State Climatology Office, but getting two consecutive days of 70 degrees or warmer is very rare. That has not happened since 1986, when temperatures went above 70 March 29 and 30.

The March 30, 1986, reading of 83 is the warmest ever for the month. The mercury also hit 83 on March 30, 1968, and March 23, 1910. On the other end of the scale, a bitter arctic blast sent the temperature plunging to minus-32 on March 1, 1962.

That’s our Minnesota weather for ya!

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Obligatory Dog Post

February 6, 2007

I’m gonna take this opportunity and go ahead and post pic of my dog now.  Yep.  My dog.  It’s my blog, and I’ll do what I want to dammit! 

Jokes aside, I really did have this thought about what I want this blog to be, and posts with pics of my dog in them wasn’t exactly what came to mind.  No matter, I’m gonna do it anyway. 🙂  The girlfriend talked me into picking him up from the humane society after she saw an online pic a few years ago, and the guy just grew on me.  He’s a chow chow mixed with …..we’re not sure exactly……

His name is Indy:
Indy!

Don’t laugh:
Indy, donning his makeshift hotspot cure!

I cut up an old t-shirt and put it on him to keep him from licking the hot spots on his “armpit”. He looked so funny, I just had to take a picture.  The technique worked pretty well.

I just thought I’d post a couple of pics of the guy who sits faithfully by me here around the computer, and waits for something to get excited about (in fact, he’s sitting right here watching me type this).  Maybe I could so far as to say that he serves as some inspiration when I post stuff, since I have a habit of peeking down at him when I’m stumped on something (like what to post on the blog today).