Okay, that's not entirely true. Impulsive Will wants a dog.
Impulsive Will who should not have "1-click shopping" activated on Amazon.com wants a dog.
Impulsive Will who should plan driving routes that circumvent Pinkberry a month before swimsuit season wants a dog.
Reasonable Will...who hasn't been rearing his ugly head enough these days...recognizes that a dog is the last thing Will needs.
Nicely kept, moderately clean apartment with no backyard + A dog = Disaster
Nose clogging allergies to animal dander + A normal looking dog = Epic Disaster
Every time I go hiking I see a whole parade of pooches that are just waiting. Waiting on what you might ask?
Waiting on my love and affection?
Waiting on me to feed, bathe, and care for them?
These dogs are waiting on me to name them!
That's right, the only reason I want a dog is so that I can give it a kitschy name and send it out into the world a happier canine.
The last time I was at Runyon I watched a Scottish terrier named "Rocky" pick a fight with a miniature chihuahua the owner kept referring to as "Jedi." A dog named Rocky that picks fights...I dig that. Mad props to that owner. A dog named Jedi that's as puny and insignificant as Lucas's Star Wars prequels...even madder props to that owner (though I doubt that's what she was going for).
This instance is the exception to the rule. All the other "Spots" and "Fidos" I cross look miserable...and not just because their owners are making them hike uphill in 95 degree weather.
So, how did Reasonable Will curb Impulsive Will in this epic battle of Wills*?
I went to my neighborhood Humane Society's website and came up with new names for all the dogs represented.
If you've read this far, then you're probably interested in what I came up with. So, here are my top three:
Now let's see if Reasonable Will can beat Impulsive Will one more time by logging off of the Humane Society website and getting back to his expense reports. *Please don't hate me.
**As a rule, I'm generally opposed to giving dogs last names. Dogs are wild, unrefined animals just like Ke$ha, and they should be christened as such. But how freakin' awesome would it be for me to chase that little rascal around Runyon Canyon while screaming, "Get back here, Jeffrey Dahmer! Drop that chicken bone right now!!"
Hello, my name is Will, and I'm addicted to emoticons.
QUICK BACKGROUND: On a given workday, I have between four and twelve instant message chat screens running on my desktop. If my boss asks, they're all for work. In reality, maybe 25% of them are coworkers, but we're really just discussing the latest 'Scott Pilgrim vs. The World' trailer on Apple. Clearly, iChat is another addiction, but I'm not even close to dealing with it yet, so we'll just focus on the ":)" and ":D" and ";)" for now.
There it is... the "wink." The most notorious of my emoticons. The problem is, I don't always like to express what I'm REALLY thinking on instant messenger. Or, I want to soften a criticism by veiling it as a joke...or making it "flirty."
If I winked at somebody as many times in one conversation as I ";)" while chatting online or exchanging Facebook messages, I think I'd be offered a bottle of Clear Eyes.
So right here, right now, I'm putting it out into cyberspace that I will no longer (read: greatly reduce the number of times I...) use emoticons to fill an awkward void, respond to a comment without really responding to comment, or flirt without creativity.
Come to think of it, maybe this will curb my iChat addiction, too. ;)
So, a woman could've gestated and produced an infant in the time it's been since I last touched this blog. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it entirely. Every couple of days I get a comment or two from some of my favorite readers...in Japan. I have no idea what they're saying, but most of them seem to be excited about my boss's announcement that he might make a sequel to Roger Rabbit in the near-ish future.
It's time for me to moderate my comments, but I don't necessarily know which of these to approve. Thoughts?
In my living room I have a tall bookcase with all my DVD's stacked two rows deep. One shelf is nothing but classic Disney animated films out front. But if you peek behind '101 Dalmations' and 'The Incredibles,' you'll find some of the grossest horror flicks committed to film. I think this is a great representation of my sense of humor.