Yes, that is a poster by Tara McPherson of a Duran Duran show. Yes, I love Tara McPherson and would kill get this poster. HEre's the link: http://www.posterpop.com/ This site has a TON of posters by artists I love (or "lurve" if you're Woody Allen). I'm seeing Duran Duran in Central Park tommorrow so I'm trying to get back in the mood. I never really thought I'd be one of those people who go see all their old favorite bands (like the shows you see on TV, like on Oprah of David Cassidy or Rick Springfield and all these middle-aged women with mom-haircuts screaming and holding glitter signs) but in truth, I am 37 which is a stone's throw away from 40 so I must embrace my past. "Live it, learn it, love it." Sans the mom-haircut, front-butt and glitter sign. Still, that first Duran Duran record holds up, even the second, but the third, not so much. Oh John Taylor, make me feel young again...
Summer session is on and it's slow at work, which is the most excellent time to get other stuff done. Thank YOU summer session.
What's the grossest thing that happened to you yesterday? Here's mine: sitting on the sofa after eating a mighty fine salad for dinner and up pops Maddy, with a new rawhide jammed in her jaw. Impressed as I was that she could jump-up on the sofa with a rawhide bigger than her in her clutches, I scutchied over a bit and let her snuggle in all close. Within a few minutes I noticed a pooesque aroma whose origin I could not decifer. I got up, did a full inspection of my apartment, and found nothing. I concluded that the massive rawhide produced a gaseous response from Maddy and left it at that. That is until I was chatting happily on the phone and in mid-conversation I became doggedly in pursuit of the mysterious aroma, I lifted Maddy's tail and to my horror discovered a smashed poo pile, moist and fairly fresh. I suppose when I let her out when I got home she pooed and thus deposited part of her pile into her fur. NOT COOL. My dear Maddy got yet another bath (a picture for a later post) using my lovely Aveda products (I really should buy her doggie shampoo I suppose, I mean, I'm not made of moola). I wrapped her up in her robe (YES, I did buy her the cutest terry cloth robe for xmas, weird, but very useful, this way she just nuzzles and dries). So, that my dear non-existant reader, is my tale of grossness at the hands of my beloved mongrel. Lesson for the day: If it smells like poo, it probably is.
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Aah to have a short-haired little bastard. Max just eats the poo of others.
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