fall colors
and textures, and states of decay.
oh, and snuffy.
and textures, and states of decay.
oh, and snuffy.

while commiserating with my housemate, james, about the current state of american politics, it occurred to me that my dog, snuffy, is just like john mccain. observe:
uncanny, isn’t it?
oh, and as for courage – she’s the yowling image of sarah palin. look for yourself:

see? i bet you didn’t know palin had so much gray.
snuffy likes to hang out in the sunshine. on furniture he’s not supposed to touch. with a soggy tennis ball in his mouth. he moved his head in the second photo, but i like it anyway.
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he’s an attorney’s dog. after being scolded repeatedly for sitting on the antique empire couch (great detailing on the couch, eh?), he moved onto a pillow on the couch. so technically he’s not touching the couch. technically.
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awhile back, my laptop was OOC (out of commission) due to a broken dc-in board. jesse, a tech-head friend, was kind enough to fix it in return for some beer and a trout-and-asparagus dinner. for several months, all was well in the world of laloca’s laptop computing.
then, just this week, i noticed the strangest thing. my laptop wouldn’t connect to the house wireless. or rather, it would connect, but it would self-assign an IP address. it was driving me nuts. could verizon’s service really be so bad that the router was konking out at least twice a day?
well, i’m sure it could, but that doesn’t seem to be the case here. because i discovered that my laptop connects just fine as long as there’s another computer in the house actively connected to the router.
strange, ain’t it?
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other things i won’t have time to properly blog about:
recent doings in these parts, now that we’ve resigned ourselves to the architectural horror that is our new neighboring home (complete with clay lion heads adorning the front doors and a garage door that looks like it belongs on a barn):
we had our boundaries surveyed. turns out the fence between us and our rear neighbors is, at one point, four and a half feet into our property. and this spring, said rear neighbors poured a concrete slab one foot from said fence as the foundation for a shed. we’re planning on tearing down the existing fence, and erecting one a few inches inside our side of the property line, to match the lovely fences we had erected when the architectural horror went up.
so they’re busy next door jackhammering away at the concrete slab, so we can put up our fence.
so kind of them.
oh, yeah – and the maintenance/repair of ten of our windows is going to run us slightly over six grand, which all said isn’t horrible, but does mean that i should get off my duff and get re-employed.
and snuffy is licking my laptop in sympathy. great pooch, ¿no?