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This is the cutest, sweetest dog ever! We had a bit of a scare Sunday as she had a cough, but our friend, Dr. Kevin the vet, said it was just a form of kennel cough and gave her some meds much to her new Mummy’s relief. We are working on the house-breaking and she is doing as well as can be expected! You gotta follow 24/7 and catch them at it. One good tip is to put any discovered accidents (solid) in the area outside where you would like them to go…

I was shooting some stuff for eBay and she couldn’t resist posing. Note her painted toe-nails courtesy previous owner. Right now she is on the sofa in my office chewing away on an Iams dental treat.

Toothache woke me. I sauntered thru the NYT style section. Found this lovely slide-show about a NY apartment where the architect/designer had created beautifully crafted ciphers and hidden objects. Well worth the 3.7 minutes of your life it will take to look.

Pretty cute eh? She’s a little terror - drove Finn mad by running round and round the coffee table, once spring-boarding off Finn’s back to get on the sofa. She was already named Isabel so we thought what the hell. I have coined the term Mexican Terrier to describe her breed - half Yorkshire Terrier half Chihuahua. Sweet little bowser.

Microsloth Internet Exploder is the least compliant web browser out there. For web developers it means that often their pages do not look as they should so kludges have to be made. It’s typical MS BS.

Firefox, however, is the most compliant browser and supports add-ons that can make your browsing experience productive and fun. Click the cute Fox to help create a new download record and start enjoying the best browser bar none.

My sister’s son Luke is forging a very creative path shooting interesting shorts and music videos. He just started a YouTube page with the above documentary and another featuring The Last Shadow Puppets who are, apparantly, something big in British music. I think it’s Oasis and Angry Young Monkeys - no - Arctic Monkeys combined.

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Can’t believe I have never owned a guitar! Had plenty of friends with them but not me. My ukukele lessons were doing fine, but I was finding the sound of the uke annoying, a bit too kerplinky-tink - but what do you expect from an uke?

So I decided to ‘enlarge’. I looked at four string tenor guitars, but they are hard to find cheap. This Ovation was advertised at a good price on Craig’s list. I got the seller to knock $25 off so I ended up with a very nice acoustic/electric Celebrity at a very reasonable price. I know doodley-squat about geetars but I have always liked the look of Ovations and the laser cut sound holes are really cool. Mine is red quilted maple by the way - very purdy.

It has a much bigger sound than I expected and is more than loud enough played acoustically. I will put off getting an amp until I am a bit more proficient. Learned myself a couple of chords tonight, C & D, ordered the Hal Leonard Complete Course book and will change my uke lessons to guitar.

I am very excited about this and hope to enjoy it for a long time to come. Practice, practice, practice.

Having growed up in Alba, where all we did was shiver in the damp outside chippies, the concept of the Senior Prom is a bizarre one to me. What most intrigues is the staggeringly terrible dress that is worn on both sides but principally by the male.

We went out for dinner last night to Culpepper Steak House in Rockwall, a very average steak house with great pretensions. They served me a rib-eye that was so eye-crossingly rank that, if we had been dining alone, would have been more than enough to exit post-haste or have the chef and manager come and wiff the offending steak and try to offer an explanation. I could smell its foulness as soon as it was placed in front of me - how the hell does that happen in 2008?

Don’t waste your (considerable) money at Culpepper Steak House in Rockwall - I hope Google spiders that.

Anyway. As we entered the restaurant a young couple, dolled up to the nines, was leaving. He in a white suit with black shirt and cream tie - her in a figure-hugging iridescent confection in beetle wing blue. Inside, behind H, was another couple. Both with fine Nordic blond locks. He in black shirt with cream westcot and cream tie, she in another iridescent gown with a lovely lattice back a la Renaissance Fayre. She had a floral arrangement attached to her wrist.

I understand that there is no irony reflected in these prom outfits…

H with the Nogs behind him.

Enjoying my birthday riding my motor bike around town, eating Indian food, going to computer stores and generally fucking off. listen

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A pall hangs over our house. Our master and mistress are fair despondant for wee Nick is nae mair.

Nick was a great wee fechter. He never really kent his own size and was always ready to let us know that although he may appear wee he had the heart of a great beastie.

For all the times that I have writ of his fowl breath it pains me, and Finn, that he breathes the stench of Hades no more.

But I fear not for the squirrel-like one. We have a greeting that we exchange when we pass or meet another of our kind - “May we meet again by the far post”. Thusly we are saying that when we pass on we will meet again, as friends, by the pissing pole on the other side.

And so I say to Nick “May we meet again by the far post.”

Lord Angus of Melrose.

Spend most of yesterday looking for wallet. I am reaching that age by this seems to be common place. Oh my god! I’m using Jott to transcribe this phone call into a Blog post. It is quite incredible how it works. Press the link to hear my brother plastic voice message. Good bye. listen

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Incredibly deep social web browser. Almost overwhelming in its options. side-bars etc etc. Interesting though. New version kind of integrates Gmail which is now my main mail client - i.e. no more desktop based mail clients…

Get Flock here.

This post created in Flock by the by. Only bummer cannot choose categories as far as I can see. Oh hang on - yes you can when you come to publish. Very clever.

Spare us from another stupid old white guy. I just couldn’t stand it. This guy wouldn’t know Zeitgeist if it kissed his fluffy comb-over.