We are living in the future. I'll tell you how I know. I read it in the paper, 15 years ago.

So for this one episode House had a dog. A fluffy little bad attitude having Westie looking (I dunno, I'm bad with dog breeds, look at what I live with, I have no idea what he is) ancient dog. And it was amazing and I loved it because the dog and House were in constant battle for supremecy.
I like shows that mirror my life.
Except I don't give my dog drugs. Or try to injure him.
It's the other way around.
Coupland sez "Shut up, betch! I'm tryin'a watch General Hospital!"
"Yes, Coupland. Whatever you say, Coupland."
If you get a chance watch this episode. Because House has a fuckin' dog! And it fuckin' rocks! And Wilson's all the fuck over the episode! And it's amazing!
I think there was some medicine involved too.
Dunno. I was laughing too hard about the dog.

A lady offered me a puppy today. A little tiny yellow furred blue eyed puppy that latched its fuzzy little paws to my chest and stared at me like I could offer it something. I could name it Hector. Or Hugh. Or it could possibly be a girl doggy and I could name it Georgina. (Blackadder 4-for the non-obsessed). Can't name a dog Wilson (that's Cope's middle name anyway) 'sides, might give people the wrong idea. Could call it Bobby. That would be almost vague.
I want to get a mongrel cat and call it Jehosaphat.
Wouldn't that be awesome?
I need more pets.
"No, you don't betch. GTFO. One dog. You need one dog. ME! Make me a steak, woman!"
"Sorry, Cope."
"You better be, betch."

I had a funny moment today. As some of you know, I'm evil. I enjoy making people feel as bad as I do. Or at least pointing out how stupid they are for not. Others of you know that I enjoy overuse of capital letters. Combine these two things and turns out I'm kinda funny.
Now, I find me hi-LAR-ious. Most people don't. But,anyhoo...
There's some sand filling up a bathing suit area of a corner of the interwebs I frequent. Some people I like (and am) were insulted. I pointed out that that was rude and immature.
A person that is so blunt as to make me seem downright demure mocked this incident quoting everyone involved in the conversation but me. (To the point of actually editing out portions of the conversation where the sandy people were quoting something I said) I thought this was awesome and said so.
I was being rude and expected trouble for it.
People started telling me how awesome and hilarious I am. And how I rock more than most of the people on that particular slab of internet.
I need to reiterate this-I was being a bitch. I expected to be reprimanded or banned for it. I didn't expect to be applauded and have people tell me they love me.
People astound me.
How funny.
I made some friends today.
That whole catching more flies with honey thing is a load of crap.
Vinegar. That's the way to catch flies.

Have I mentioned how awesome Hector was? Hector was awesome. I love Hector.

I'm gonna go see Patty Griffin tomorrow. Yeh. Totally am. Yep. Cost and very shocking episode of American Idol be damned. Because to not would be hella lame. I am not hella lame.
I SO rock.

In other news. Work sucks. The way something that is nothing sucks. If that makes any sense. The last couple of days have been good. I've been reading a very awesome series and it's given me ample excuse to hide in the stacks and pass the time. It's a science fiction story about a folklorist who finds herself stranded in a strange land. She learns the ways of the culture, makes friends and discovers that she no longer feels as if she belongs with the scholars she felt were so important. But as much as she is fond of her adopted culture still longs to return to the familiar comfort of academia.
I am not making this up.
So that's fun. Love reading my life in science fictive form.
OK-the book has more adventure. And romance. But that shit's a bit weird, don't you think?