No, this isn’t Geoff posting.
To continue on our slightly macabre thread from yesterday, I’m following up with this story that popped up on Boston.com the other day. I am hoping that this one won’t generate the Google hits that yesterday’s post did. Traffic we like, really disturbing search terms bringing people here, not so much.
Continue reading “News of the undead”
Still posting from my phone. Still no internet connectivity. Still no word from Verizon. We’re about to start a petition, or a fire, not sure which.
If you need us you know how to find us.
I am posting this from my phone. This is our third day in a row with at least one call to Verizon to talk to “Peggy” or someone similar. Geoff has finally convinced them that, yes, we really do know what we are doing, no, we’re not going plug and unplug the damn thing again, and that the problem really is on their end.
Today they finally took us seriously and as a result they’ve completely shut off our internet connectivity. As a result we’re left to rely on our terrible AT&T cell coverage for internet service.
So, if you need to reach one or both of us DO NOT EMAIL US until we post otherwise here. Call the house, call our Google voice numbers, send us a text message, or call our cell phones as a last resort. As a reminder, our cell phones are ALWAYS our last resort as AT&T sucks.
If you are so inclined please feel free to email Verizon and tell them how awesome they are not.
We’ve written here before about Scratch’s odd habits and various issues. One thing that his Prozac hasn’t changed is that Scratch is convinced that he’s a mighty hunter and that his prey is everywhere. He will attack the stuffed toys that the dogs leave everywhere and randomly grab them, shaking them fiercely as though he’s killing them.
He’ll jump suddenly in the air turning and growling just a bit and attacking an invisible foe. (Usually it’s a dust mote that only he can see.) The best part is that when he does this he usually stops when he’s done and sits there for a little while with his mouth open, fangs showing, and trying to look fierce. It’s like he saw an episode of a sparklevamp movie and thinks he’s a character. Naturally, this cracks us up.
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My dog has a bit of a problem. Dachshunds are supposed to be instinctual burrowers. Rerun on the other hand, well, he seems to have forgotten at least some of what was passed on to him. Half the time he will whine until I cover him up with the blanket or whatever he wants to get under. But when I am not there, he just sort of makes do without having someone to do it for him. And sometimes that goes terribly, terribly awry.
Continue reading “Rerun has some issues”
At least, that’s what my life feels like right now. (Ok, the wedding part, not the squirrel part, more on that later.) Anyway, I just wanted to let folks who might be in the shopping frame of mind know a couple of things.
Continue reading “All wedding stuff all the time!!! And squirrels.”