Mr. T finally hooked up the DVD recorder thing we are ‘borrowing’ from a friend (who has bought a better, more expensive one that works with Foxtel or something). Man this thing is cool. I will never have to watch TV again. I am recording crap like a crazy fool. Did you know there were TWO Jackie Chan movies in a row on Sunday night? Two! In a row! I would like to tell you that I recorded these movies, but I didn’t. Because I am not a complete idiot. I am, however, somewhat of an idiot, because I did watch The Tuxedo. (I’m really starting to dislike Jennifer Love Hewitt. What does she DO, exactly?)
My old dog (he’s 7 and a half; that’s old for his breed, believe me) is not coping well with this winter. He no longer stands up immediately; he shuffles around like he’s on a Lazy Susan until he’s facing the direction he wants to go, and THEN he stands up. Actually, I have a grudging admiration for this. If I had four legs, and some of them didn’t work the way I wanted, I might do this too. Also, he cries a lot. Those little broken whines. This is very sad, and you immediately go to comfort the dog, until you realise he is crying at any one of the following:
- the squeaker noise from his new squeaky pork chop
- electronic game sounds from the computer (particularly Bobble Bobble) (shut up)
- the smoke alarm
- dream phantoms in his sleep (accompanied by liberal leg flailing)
- my singing.
My mum and I both got Mr. T the same birthday card. It’s a scratch and sniff one. I should probably stop here.
Oh yeah, ninjas. Maybe tomorrow. They’re out saving the fridge from dishonour.
Odd mental vision of a screaming Japanese Lord violating your fridge’s honour.
No idea how that would work.