The Bright side of Monday

music: Tangerine dream
mood: Monday? Really?

As we head into the begining of a hectice week of Loadin and tech week for Bill of Wrights, I figure this maybe the time to remember the good stuff in life. To remind myself of happy. To embrace the good instead of focusing on the crappy bits. So the top ten good things fo public consumption...

10) Chandon was on sale at the store on Sunday, which is great! I now have a bottle chilling and thus something to look forward to. Yum.

9) One simple email request for donation for the Tapestry festival this weekend and the tickets and sag are pouring in. Very nice to know that the Arts organizations see the value in give aways. Plus I don't have to work the booth this year as our Parnters KBAY will do it for us. Awesome.

8) The Wave Small Venue Awards came out and its a double satisfaction here because not only did I help to get the panal together and images for the issue out, but two of the productions I was in were honored.

7) I received my retroactive check today for the raise I received in July. This is a good thing. Not by any means a huge thing. But, a good thing.

6) Deer in the front yard. Love that. Sweet little guy was in the front yard muching away at the persimmion tree, I thought the wrustling was a bird at first, and look and was 3 feet from the cute little thing.

5) The house is clean. I wasn't happy with having to spend my Sunday scrubbing and mopping, but the mandatory clean took place at Landlord Andrew's Request and in 3 hours we had done a pretty intense job of cleaning. Once the fumes cleared it felt good to have it out of the way. My room is a different story of course

4) The sun is sill shining. No heatwave or hurricane, the jeep still gets to be topless....ants or no ants.

3) Sleeping in on a Saturady. This rocks. Even though my bed and I are not talking to each other at the moment as it has decided to very suddenly go uncomfortable for sleeping, sittign in it with computer and frosty beverage is pretty darn nice. Stopping the insanity for two seconds to recharge is a great thing.

2) Found out over the weekend I will be directing Left Turn at Lungfish for Northside Theatre Company Next May/June/July. Very excited for this play and for the chance to work as director for a theatre I have had so much fun acting at. More money for the Africa fund..(which will be established after the debt fund is cleared up)

1) 26 days. rolls eyes hummmmmm.

princess on 08.28.06 @ 05:33 PM PST [link] [5 Comments]

Wednesday, August 23rd

Double Blog, Marketing Genius, and Supergroups

music: Blur, White Stripes, Jet, Snow Patrol, Incubus, The Raconteurs
mood: Zoom.

For those interested in my political vs. artistic ramblings, I've comendeered the blog at RTE until the close of Bill of (W)rights, September 23rd. By addressing the constitution in the way that this play does (and by interpreting it the way we have), it exercises the very freedoms that it seemingly mocks and questions. It is a clever example of art, diplomacy, and irony with a healthy dose of civil disobedience added in for good measure. Patriotic Jambalaya if you will. This play and its staging refuses to let our audience be complacent and get too comfortable. Just the way we like it. I hope you come to see this play and are ready to think.

Best website ever...genius from a marketing standpoint. I've tested it out, and gotten two phone calls RIGHT away from people entertained by this.

I've been following Rockstar: Supernova religiously. I've been burned by many a reality TV show. The Average Joe scars will never heal. I'm still pissed J.D. won last years INXS Rockstar, but I'm better prepared this time. The batch of contestant are REAL artists this time around for the most part. There really are 6 SOLID candidates who perform, sing, write and play well. They are beatiful people to look at, the fashion is always entertaining, and I enjoy the performances. The trick is to enjoy the rock, live the dream from your living room but to just know, the biggest asshole, the one with the most attitude, the most calculated, will win. This will be Dilana. Lukas, Ryan and Storm would be my picks, but fitting in with Tommy Lee (LOVE that man, only god knows WHY) Jason Newsted from Metalica, who is just SO intelligent, and Gilby Clarke who may have the best hair ever can't be easy. They are low on pretention, but rockstars none the less, and esablished separately and coming together for the supergroup. Challenges to be sure. Patice and Toby can disappear and Magni can sing acoustic songs in the office for me anytime. And thems my thoughts on that. I do wish that I could be a rockstar. Just love that rush they seem to get. Not the same by any means with acting. Music is something altogher different than just words.

AND finally, I've been meaning to blog about these guys for a while now. Saw a free cable concert given by the Gorillaz filmed live at the Manchester Opera House several weeks ago. THIS is something else. Now as a huge Tank Girl (went as her for halloween twice) fan, and HUGE Blur fan, the forming of this group was amazingly up my alley to begin with. Then add in a dozen or more international contirubutors from every genre of music, and you have a wonderful experiment in audio and visual entertainment. You may not like all the tracks but the way they filmed this concert was too groovy for words. They did the entire Demon Days Album with gospel choirs, full orchestra, kids chorus, rappers, yo name it. It has a beautiful piece from a Cuban Artist, a wonderful eastern themes piece with a harp type intrument. The engery, video, LIGHTING, and tech of this concert was as amazingly diverse as the music. It's different. I liked it. I can't imagine what it was like live! I love to see people doing diverse, experimental and collaborative work. Reminds us that the borders we create don't have to be sound proof.

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Tuesday, August 22nd

Broke, Stoked, and Joked

music: STP, Switchfoot, Keane, DMB
mood: Cloud 8

Been a while, admittedly, and lots of movies to review and news to relate.

Things go extraordinarily well for me these day. I have a cast of Gold, smart, fun, good and ever so brave when it comes to the edgy topic of the play we interpret and produce. I had such a good rehearsal the other night, I treated myself to a glass of Fonseca Bin 27 Port. Candy. It surpasses Champagne it does. I feel I've redeem myself with this directing project, thanks in large part to the great people that are my cast. I've been creative, inspired, stimulated and surprised myself with some of the stuff that I've come up with. It's great to be involved with making art. At this point If no one likes this piece I don't care. The process has been worth it. Invigorating.

Sandy and Espe moved into their house weekend before last and it's GREAT. Big backyard for dog(s) some day in the near future, and kids maybe too soon. We got them moved in, I got to make 3 trips to the 7-11 down the road for drinks, and Mom brought up a pot of amazing Chili, bean dip and cornbread. As Chris Rock says, "Cornbread. Ain't nothing wrong with that." I'm bruised from moving mattresses and bookshelves, or rather from running into walls and door frames while moving such items, but I am really excited they have their own place. I will be making use of the hot tub and the scrabble challenges for sure. Classic moment at the house and Sandy and I returned from returning the moving truck and found mom pruning the roses in the front yard. So funny.

Work is great. Nerf dart gun target practice on the white board puts us all in good spirits, except when it's being done while I happen to be on the phone with someone trying to buy tickets. Lots of new stuff Ron has put up on the sight which I like, including video clips which he's done a super job with and put long hours into. Jeff and Lexie have launched the San Mateo County page which is a nice touch, and our Austin site will launch very soon. I was instrumental in the Wave Magazine Small Theatre Awards, helping to get a panel together and hunting down images for this Wednesday issue. When the Editor and Chief of a Magazine takes time to actually email you to thank you, you gotta think, yeah me. And so there. The team is doing great things and I do love that do great stuff.

I've been housesitting for the last two weeks, and enjoyed the solitude and two big fat kitties to talk to. They were aggressive "attack" cuddlers, the kind of cats that DEMAND to be pet as long as it is on their terms. Nice to have fur around that doesn't traumatize me. Santa Clara I also discovered has free Wi-Fi. When will the rest of the county have free access everywhere? So nice to be able to chat to those on the other side of the world in the comfort of the living room sofa. The only thing better is if said people would get their butts over here to the actual living room. 33 days. But who's counting. wink

This weekend I saw Annie Get Your Gun. A ridiculously outdated musical, but a well done production none the less, and ...free. After a long week of work powered by way too much coffee, I sat alone in a theatre thinking I must have had a previous life as a cowgirl. I just relate way too much to the time period. Particularly the fashion. I wore my hair in braids the following day as I strolled down the San Jose Jazz Festival. I may have even sauntered. Jazz not being my thing completely, and there being way too many people, after my short walk, and a quick beer at the VIP hospitality booth, I jetted back up to my highland palace where I decided to catch a movie with my neglected roommate Justin. It was Either Snakes on a Plane, or Dead Mans Chest. I was actually okay with just saying Motherfucka a whole lot without having to see the Snake movie, and so we opted for a johhny depp fix. This movie for the most part has been toted as not as good as the first movie. I beg to differ. As a chick(en) of the Sea, I thought this was JUST as good as the original. Just beautiful. Fun, clever, amazingly creative creatures, super acting, nice shots, and exciting fight sequences. Every single sea creature was represented in the creature design of Davy Jones' crew. So fascinating to watch, best graphics I have seen in ages. AWESOME. 4 1/2 RRD's.

Late nights in an empty house and a cozy sofa with kitties warranted several rental watchings as well. a few disappointments...

Brokeback Mountain, lovely scenery (Filmed in Alberta and Wyoming, I was about ready to jump in the jeep and drive to Canada), but no emotional stakes whatsoever for the characters because of lack of dialogue. I didn't understand how they got from hey there to HEY THERE and how 20 years passed just like that. Bizarre. Realistic, but not compelling. Movie was stolen by Anne Hathaway. I watched the telephone scene, maybe a 4 minute scene, 3 times. SHE is good. But sadly, 2 1/2 RRD's

Red Dragon. Love Edward Norton, Anthony was Anthony, Raphe was surprisingly good and what's her bucket who played the blind girl, awesome. Not chilling, but entertaining enough. It really should have had nothing to do with Hannibal Lector though. Cheap to bring him into it. Still 3 RRD's

Training Day: Finally got around to seeing this. I just can't stand Denzel Washington. All I ever see is an arrogant man. This worked to his advantage in this movie, you are definitely supposed to not like him, so I suppose he did a good job. Ethan Hawke puts in a good performance and its a tightly written and directed piece with some great ensemble actors. Eva Mendez has got to be one of the most beautiful women. She and Selma Hayek...just the epitome of aestheticly beautiful women in my opinion. Overall, a bit long, and bit too much Denzel but thank god the ending is justified. 3 RRD's

Closer: As films involving infidelity are not typically my bag, I've been avoiding this movie, but I'm glad I saw it. So amazing. 4 outstanding, courageous performances. Clive Owen, stunning, Julie Roberts, having seen her act like this since pretty woman...and this was BETTER, Natalie Portman, moving, and Jude Law, who in real life, I still can't forgive him for his retardedness, praiseworthy. this movie delves deep into our very real, dark sides. I hate to say it but there were moments I really identified with each of these very human, troubled characters. It's depressing, but so well done. 4 1/2 RRD's but do not watch it in any sort of frailty or state of vulnerability. You will be driven to think allot about your own insecurities, desires, and your past relationships. It's a heavy one.

And there you go.

Hero of the week...and maybe the year. A clue. His initials make me laugh. You are a superstar.

princess on 08.22.06 @ 12:25 AM PST [link] [3 Comments]

Thursday, August 10th

All aboard

music: Seu Jorge
mood: At peace (and a bit hungry)

There�s been a lot of thoughts on trains as of late. Train on the brain as it were. Oh so much thought on trains and travel and distance and time and thought on life. So because I am a sucker for a metaphor (I think a metaphor is as sincere a remedy for what ails you as antibiotics are) and since stream of consciousness and prose have yet to play together here, I wager it�s about time; well it�s about trains, but about time also. And that too familiar whistle blows, signaling the commencement of a fantastic journey. All aboard.

Life is like a train. Already I hear some of you scream THAT�S A SIMILE not a metaphor! And to that I say pipe down and listen. And still some others of you claim this is not a wholly original thought. For the record, I never claimed it was. Only my arrangements of thoughts into words are originals.

But life IS a train.

There are long voyages and short journeys, and trips of all lengths in between. There are brief and there are extended intervals between excursions. The greater the distance traversed, the further you are from the comfort of home, the more you learn about yourself and about the world. And perhaps even more importantly, how the world sees you. You do a lot of planning. Planning that inevitably gets altered. These delays, you have little to no control over. So you do a lot of waiting. And you do a lot of things while waiting that sometimes make sense and sometimes don�t. Some of these things you forget about and some of these things you take with you into your next life.

There are days you can�t win with a train. Days when you arrive late to the station and miss your train. Days when the doors close in your face and you are left at the station to debate whether to catch the next one that comes or to just throw in the towel right then and there. Pack it all in and quit. Or worse, in some ways, there are days you are tricked into sleep by the rhythmic, rocking lullaby of the locomotive and you miss your stop. In these instances you find yourself a hostage for some time headed into uncharted territory. Aiming for the end of the line. And still worse are the days when you are let down by others. When that trusted conductor is too busy chatting up the girl in the corner with the short skirt to announce your stop. Sometimes you just lose track. Full stop. Some times you have to back-track, it�s true, and sometimes you are on the wrong track altogether from the get-go. Other times a transfer would be handy�we could all use a transfer I think every now and then. Particularly when stuck at a junction that seemingly has no pertinence to your ultimate destination what-so-ever. Those moments make the best stories though.

Sometimes you find yourself on the express route. You clip along at an alarming pace, cutting through all the bullshit. With nothing to distract you, you are focused, productive, and efficient. At this speed you are also are prone to miss things of significance. There are certainly times of quite the opposite tempo. The days you seem to be getting nowhere. The days when it�s an uphill battle and the chants of I think I can, I think I can are not convincingly uttered. They provide little to no comfort. But what a world is revealed when time is slowed and you discover wherever you are is where you are meant to be. And taking in the view is all you are required to do. After all, you aren�t in charge completely are you? There�s some sort of engineer that controls this crazy train supposedly, but I know, it doesn�t always seem like they are paying that close attention does it? Sometimes you wonder if they are asleep at the wheel and simple physics are all that controls your journey. I�ve wondered the same thing from time to time. As passenger, I wager as long as I get somewhere, what does it matter who�s driving?

Sometimes it�s not just your plans, but your entire path that gets derailed. And sometimes a part of you dies in that disaster. It�s unavoidable. But I prefer to count my lucky stars (and my limbs for good measure) and make a note of the lessons of those imperfect scars and hop right back on. A glutton for punishment maybe, but no risk, no reward.

There are few places a train can�t go. A train travels over land, under land, over mountains, through a mountain, over water, under water, through jungles, and across deserts. Wherever a track is, a train can go. Wherever man lays the steel, we may venture. They span great distances to the ends of the Earth very nearly, connecting a myriad of infinitesimal points like the man made lines of the constellations. The cars of the train are also connected to each other, but just as in life you can go your whole existence without ever meeting the person in the next seat over let along the next car. But then again, you may well travel half the world and meet someone buying a sandwich in a country station and that chance meeting changes everything, forever. As you gaze through the pane or pain even, you observe and judge without a single personal exchange and yet you can create an impressive index of imaginary connections if you are so inclined. Writing a back-story for every blurred soul you pass by. It�s easy to dream through the cool cloudy lens of a train window.

Now the long dark tunnels can be frightening, we often hold our breath to take away some of the anxiety, but these dark spells are met with the reassuring sunlight for the most part. Or the star speckled night sky. The bridges that gap the chasms display a fantastic and often harrowing perspective. But with perspective we gain experience. Experience and confidence. And faith of many forms.

Some trains run on steam, some on electricity. I personally, run on both. The phantasmagoric and the kinetic working in tandem, in harmony, to create that hypnotic cadence, that pulsing momentum, that forward motion.

Some say it�s the journey and not the destination. I say it�s very much both. Some say there�s no such thing as a free ride. I say sure there is, the trick is learning when you are entitled to one and understanding and accepting the consequences if you are caught. You can�t always remember where you were, and you can�t always see exactly where you are going, and occasionally where you think you are going is a whole lot different once you get there.

There is something timeless and capacious about a train, its technology presently teetering between a simpler time and the age of progress. From birth to death and birth again for those of that mind, we mimic this balancing act. And the sound of the train echoes the beat of your heart. A heart that aches for discovery and is eager to embrace anything new, but all the while safe. Relatively speaking. Riding the rails, staying inside the lines. Cautious impulsive. Adventure with a net. Tie us, bind us, connect us, on down the line. No matter what�life, like a train...is a ride. One ticket please.

princess on 08.10.06 @ 02:33 AM PST [link] [4 Comments]

Sunday, August 6th

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

music: Josh Kelley, Dave Mathews
mood: Every day is like Sunday...

It�s Sunday night and I sit at the computer pondering what Monday will bring this week. Last Monday was the kind of Monday you can�t make up. Not even if you wanted to. If you made it up it would be either a lot more outrageous and upsetting or not nearly as bizarre and entertaining as my last Monday actually was.

Monday, particularly when shy on sleep and big on sun is always a challenge. No matter how much I love my job, and I do, the weekend nearly always goes too quick. So an already rushing out the door morning (or should be rushing�but seriously�with all the hours I put in, there will be no real rushing) was halted by one of the hazards of living in nature, being inherently messy, and having a jeep. The jeep wasn�t even SPEAKING to me as I threw open the door to discover that the seat seemed to be moving. As was the cup holder, as was the seatbelt. Black interior being what it was, I nearly sat on hundred of ants, cleaning what I probably ought to have gotten to over the weekend. (And DID get to this weekend).

So I stand there, and I think. Hmmmm. What to do about this predicament. It�s not their fault ( the ants) that they are where they ought not be, but I really don�t think it safe to have them crawling about, and lord knows they have places to be. I�ve never liked the whole killing anything I don�t eat and so into the house I rush to get a paper towel. Okay kids, you best leave quietly and quickly or you are going to be swept, and I can�t promise I won�t maim a few of you as I sweep you out of my vehicle. They seemed to be anxious by my being there, but the clock was ticking and I figured I didn�t spend hours at work over the weekend just to get behind on a Monday. And so I swept. Sweep, sweep sweep, and they were gone. Mostly. Enough anyway. I�ve sat near and been bitten/stung by worse, so all those who did not vacate promptly were allowed to hitch a ride as long as they agreed to stay off me. One in my eye and one in my ear were severely reprimanded (read: squished) out of impulse by in all, the hazard of having an open car was overcome in close to entirely peaceful manner.

Cut to Susannah zoom zoom zooming to work down her lovely winding row, ants in tow, and surely squealing with delight, for all of 3 minutes when for no obvious reason, at nearly 10am, there appears to be a line of 10 cars stopped on the infamous (that�s more than famous) Alum rock. The ants and I wait. We wait. And I can�t see what the hold up is, and I�m kind of not in the mood and there are no ambulances, and no construction crews, and so we wait some more. And at the conclusion of these few minutes as the cars start to slowly inch forward they appear to be weaving around something. And this something is a dog that seems to be very interested in the wheels of moving cars. And what irritates me is no one is doing anything other than just trying to get around the poor thing. Well clearly these drivers knew what happens when you pull over without thinking on the wrong side of a side street and call to the thing.

What I hear you say? What happens when you make an instantaneous judgment or lack of judgment call. I will tell you. You get smacked by the patron saint of strays, he makes you his bitch but you end up with blog entry. Allow me to elaborate. So I do, I do pull over clearly without thinking on to the wrong side of a side street, and call to the thing. He looks at the cars in the street, then he looks at me. And I think for a brief moment if I see this dog get hit instead of coming to me that will REALLY ruin my day. I don�t� even care that all the drivers think this is MY dog, and I�m a bad parent. Screw them, I just saved someone the mental aguish of hitting this canine, I hope, just walk toward the cute redhead with the jeep full of ants� (I hear that�s what heaven is like actually) No amount of ant saving can really make up for the emotional scarring that will occur if you run the other way and get hit, so let's say you just hall ass my direction pooch. Stay on target�and the dog makes the less life threatening choice and comes trotting over to me lcueless. And I ask him what he thinks he is doing and I fully expect an answer. I get nothing. Blank "now what" stare.

He is not hurt, he does not appear traumatized, he's not been a stray long, but he has no collar, and clearly very little sense. He doesn�t appear very bright, but then again I may not be getting the noble prize here myself. I have an artsy flashback to when I saved a hit kitten several years ago on the road and after being bitten by the kitten, almost puking at a fire station from the empathy, driving all over to find an emergency vet, getting to my meeting late only to receive a phone call that the kitten needed to be euthanized and I will have to pay the $80 for a kitten that I neither owned nor hit, I thought� Oh shit what the hell have I done. What do I do now? No, seriously, what do I do now. I ahve a dog, where 5 seconds ago, I did not. And he's small and stupid? What do I do? Oh I�ll tell you what I do. I stand there and seriously consider chucking this dog in the fenced yard I am next to. He�d be safe, visible to an owner, and NOT my problem. I have enough ants, I mean problems to worry about. I just got a raise; I don�t need to get fired. I ask myself WWTAD. (What would the ants do) and so I lift this silly, smiling, vacant, fluffy faced dog into my jeep. I tell him to move over to the passenger seat and sit still. He almost behaves.

A flash forward to me getting arrested for animal endangerment as he leaps from the car. Or involuntary man slaughter as he lunges in front of me, and I careen into oncoming traffic. No such luck. We make it to work with little issue. Now the good thing about this is the office is dog friendly. I used to bring Bear (one more reminder of how GREAT Bear was) in and he was a treat for the whole office. (And by office please realize, we have just one large room with two offices with doors, a cubical and tree desk open to the center of the space.) It�s quaint. And at first everyone is in love with Dodger as we call him. During the day Ron buys food and a bone for him, lexie takes him out to pee and Jeff pretty much falls in love with the 25 pounds of blonde stupid. Or is that redundant? Sorry I couldn�t resist. The dog however has bonded with his rescuer. And by bonded I mean he wants to hump my leg. A lot. And homey don�t play that. Why is it that some dogs do this and some do not? Romeo was not neutered and I don�t remember him ever pulling that kind of a stunt. I don�t know, I am sure I will get slack for this, but it�s just not attractive. It�s akin to the men in bars, drunk and hitting on anything that moves. It�s not a flattering action. As his rescuer, I expect more. He didn�t try this with anyone else which was disturbing to be honest. A little scary even. If it hadn�t been for the ants, I never would have seen this dog probably, and that could have been a bad thing for him. Maybe the ants clued dodger in on the car ride. But I digress. No work is getting done despite feeding him, and �watering� him, and making him a nice little bed of blankets on the floor next to me. He just wants to show me the love. His one saving grace was at a moment when my bosses� voice got raised, as we tend to but heads at times, the dog rushed over to me to see if I was okay. I reassured him it was just fine. Dodger had a moment where his eyes locked mine and I could literally hear him say �You sure?� I laughed. �Yes, really, it�s no bug deal, but thanks, that means a lot�. Ten minutes later he went and peed on my bosses� door. This was not good. But briefly amusing how he took matters into his own�uh�his own�well� you know�more on that later.

I ran him home before my rehearsal and left him in the care of Scot and Justin as I had to get to a rehearsal. Ron had made posters, I had filed a found dog report and posted a found listing on craigs list. The Animal Control center wasn�t open on Mondays (cause, pets don�t get lost on Mondays?) but I figured he could stay the night and I would take the morning to drop him off. And cut to me after a long rehearsal, and a long day, to walking in to a dark living room. I flip on the light and look for the dog. I slowly turn to my left and on the couch, frozen, is our not so artful dodger. And I walk over confused, and he follows me with his eyes�.and then I see why he had the frozen look. I�ve just interrupted a passionate tryst with the sofa pillows. JUSTIN? How long has the dog been on the couch?� �He�s been humping the pillows for like an hour.� I walk out of the room. I�ll let Dodger finish up there I think. I take a deep breathe, put down my stuff and then walk back in. He�s still�.frozen. And I decided, you know what, I can be alpha male here, my house, my rules, you mister little brain, trouble making, pillow violator can not ruin my day any further. This is NOT an analogy for my life. And as I try to convince him he and his very erect penis do not want to be on the couch, that this is no way for a guest to behave, no matter what you read on the bathroom walls at bars, you need to go outside for that kind of activity, he growls at me. And I being the concerned soul and perhaps naive one, think, oh god, he�s hurt. He�s�stuck� I have a stray dog, in my house with a permanent hard on. This is creeping me out.

And I start to panic. This is not my dog. This is not my dog. I can not take him to the vet and have them charge me a thousand dollars to fix his male organ. This is no longer funny. I have debt to still pay off, I have a trip to Africa to save for, I can�t piss away $1000 on stray dog penis, I don�t have that kind of money. What kind of sick joke is this oh patron saint of stray dog erectile dysfunction. And Justin walks in and the dog goes CRAZY, growls and attacks him. All 6 foot 1 of Justin hardly even flinches and just lifts the dog up and across the room. End of boner. Nothing to bring you down I guess then another man walking in. It is at this point where all my sensitivity gets replaced with reality. Fact: this dog is leaving now. I call animal control, I wait 20 minutes on hold, I explain to them I have a crazed dog, with possible penis trauma in my house and he must go. Sure thing, we will have someone pick him up right away�oh wait you�re out of our jurisdiction, call this number and explain to them the problem and they will come get him. I call dispatch, I get put on hold. I get the SHERRIF�S department. I have to explain to THEM the problem. It is now after midnight. They can�t send animal control; they will send a sheriff over. Great. Super. Just what I need. They will probably send over office Apollo and I will look like a total retard. �So what�s this I hear about a dog that has attempted to rape your leg, succeeded in raping pillows, assaulted the �competition�, and now has himself so worked up he has become prone to abhorrently long erections�oh hey didn�t I pull you over and give you a ticket for speeding a few months back?� Yeah, don�t get me wrong, on ANY other day this would be a totally hot story, but the beginning of the week? Sooooo�.The sheriff examined the dog who, no longer has any signs of aggression or of said chubby. I�m now a total jackass for making this sheriff drive all the way up here in the hills to �save� me from this tail wagging beast.. Dodger was all too happy to hop in the cops� car. How�.anti climactic. And THIS is an analogy for my life. The next morning, approximately 6 hours later, I received an email from the owner or said owner in answer to my internet posting. I gave him the name and address of the shelter, the phone number, web link and told him to please email me when he got the dog back. I never heard anything, but you know what�I�m not, I repeat NOT going to lose sleep over it. I�ve been traumatized by angry dog erection once before, and it�s not my cup of tea. And the totally sad part is, this will in no way deter my future choices to pull over and help an animal out. Logic will never play a part when fuzz is involved I fear. I only hope that next time, it�s a handsome, tall and witty foreigner that I find wandering about the street in need of saving.
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