Which Monty Python Character am I?

Graham Chapman

My karma's gone to the dogs

As I prepared to leave work yesterday evening with thoughts of how much studying I'd be able to get done at home, the spousal unit called to say that a very friendly beagle had met her as she was headed out to meet the boys! She had a collar, but no tags, and wanted to play.
Instead of coming home to a drink & study time, I came home to 3 smallish monsters tear-assing around the back yard.
Yes, she's sweet, and cute (and needs a bath, big-time!), but we can't say no, & we're not willing to send critters to the county pound where they'll be put down after a week or so.
But I really didn't have the energy to supervise three dogs, & she is an "everything chewable off the floor" dog. They finally wore themselves out & crashed, but I got almost nothing accomplished at all.
This morning, we're going to try and set up foster care for her through the woman that gave us Rudy this summer, or get her to another shelter nearby where she'll have a better chance of her owner finding her, or of being adopted.

Oh.. and then there's the momma cat and her little boy who met me on the steps the other evening... .

What will Laura think about this?!

I wonder if Condi got a little tongue with hers?

Another great idea

Imagine walking into your favorite coffee shop -- not Starbucks -- and the camera at the door recognizes you as a regular, and prints your order for the barrista, with some leeway for you to not get that if you so desire.
My original idea was for a book of "mugshots" of regulars & their orders to be kept behind the counter, but the geek in me pushed it a little farther.
Just as long as we can keep the government out of the private databases of facial recognition!!

Overheard in a voting line

"i think all the ones with the white headphones are voting for kerry."
Courtesy of Tequila Mockingbird.

The price of aging

Before we left town last Saturday, I dropped one of the girls off at the vet so that she could get her antibiotics through the weekend, and be ready for her dental surgery today.
The vet called to tell me that she's doing fine, but that they had to take out three teeth; both of her upper canines, and one lower molar. The vet assures me, though, that Mushin will be able to continue to hunt... she'll just have to hold tighter with her paws :)
She'll be 10 years old sometime next spring, and continues to have a steady supplement of mice, rabbits, voles, bats, & flying squirrels in her diet, some of which she brings in to share with the puppies!
We'll pick her up this afternoon, and nurse her through what will surely be a somewhat painful recovery.
It will be good to see her, though, since I haven't seen her since Saturday morning -- I wonder how long it will take her to forgive us?