Domestic Geek

This is a really MAD COW!!!! (link via The Working Mom) Don't click the link if you're easily offended by foul language.

I'm really worried about the big dog. She's not limping anymore, but now she's not eating or pooing. She won't even take a dog treat cookie. I hope she's not going to die soon. She's almost 12 years old and that's old for a large breed dog like a Malamute, but still, I don't want to lose her. I decided if she doesn't eat by tomorrow, I'll buy her some soft food to see if it is the fact that maybe she can't chew. *sigh*

1. How long have you had a weblog?
A little over a year. June 14, 2001 was my first post.

2. What was your first post about?
It was about people cheating at school and people being more worried about a grade than learning the material.

3. How many changes (name, location, etc.) of your weblog have there been, if more than one?
The name has stayed the same (it's soooo original, don't you think?), but it has moved once. It used to reside on freeservers, but now it's on my own domain on Marcus' friend's webserver.

4. What CMS (content management system) do you use?
Movable Type. It's pretty decent. There are some things I wish I could make it do (it probably does, I just haven't had time to figure it all out yet), but it works for now. It's definitely better than Blogger, the one I used first.

5. Do you read people who have both a journal and a weblog? Or do you prefer to read people who have all of their writing in one central place?
What exactly is the difference between a journal and a weblog? I'm so confused...
I just read the stuff I like.

Joe went to a pet store one day and was checking out the parrots when he noticed one that was half price. He asked the pet store owner why it was half price and the man replied, "Oh. That one. He grew up in a foul-mouthed family and all he knows are curse words." "Oh, I'm sure I can train him out of it," thought Joe, and he took the parrot home. Well, sure enough, not five minutes after he brought the parrot home, the bird immediately starts swearing like one of the Osbournes. Joe tried a whole number of tricks to get the bird to stop swearing -- screening Disney movies, playing soft music, offering the bird treats. Nothing worked. He scolded the bird, and the bird got worse. He pleaded with the bird, the bird got worse. Finally, in a moment of desperation, he grabbed the bird, stuck him in the freezer and closed the door. The parrot squawked and screamed for a few seconds, then got absolutely silent. Joe, worried that he might have hurt the bird, opened up the freezer door. The parrot hopped out of the freezer, jumped up onto Joe's arm, and said, "My sincere apologies if I offended you with my language. I will endeavor to reform my vocabulary in the future." Joe was shocked at the change in behavior and couldn't figure out what came over the bird. The parrot then glanced nervously back at the freezer and added, "By the way, what exactly did the turkey do?"

I just heard the funniest thing on the radio:

Job means Just Over Broke. HA!