Wed, Nov. 27th, 2013, 04:51 pm
The best kind of Jews are the ones who, as a tradition, eat bacon cheeseburgers for Hanukkah. I love people who don't take religion too seriously.
I did mention that I have a new artist, didn't I? He is Michael Yakutis of Webcomic Underdogs
, and he's terrific. He's also convinced me to do chapter covers in color.
Boy, I am terrible at taking video. Or maybe my phone is too old for it.
I'm not saying that Obama *is* playing ten-dimensional chess, but if he *were* the timeline might look like this:
October 17th: America hits its debt limit. The markets freak out.
October 21st (the next Monday): Obama announces a meeting with Asian leaders including Chinese Premier Li Keqiang and Japanese Prime minister Shinzō Abe, saying that the American/Asian summit can no longer wait for the government to re-open.
October 22nd: Obama announce the forgiveness of $2 trillion dollars of debt in return for concessions involving Nepal and islands such as Midway and Taiwan. The debt limit is no longer a factor. In fact, because of the lower debt we now have lower interest payments and are no longer running a deficit. With the stroke of a pen the US is now running a surplus.
October 29th: Thoroughly humiliated, Speaker of the House John Boehner kills himself in an incident involving a tanning bed and auto-erotic asphyxiation. The House votes to re-open the government.
October 31st: Children are sent trick-or-treating for Halloween with the added warning to not take too much candy or the ghost of John Boehner will take their government away.
So, Remus, don't you work as a government contractor in a federal building? Why, yes I do! With the government shutdown, are you out of work? Why, yes I am!
Officially I'm 'on vacation' -- meaning, they're burning my vacation time while the government is shut down. That's because the contractor I work for isn't getting paid, and they don't want to pay me, so they force their employees to take vacation time and call it 'compassion'. All that means is that I'll be taking time without pay around Christmas.
Meanwhile I'm drawing, trying to get some writing done, and spending time with my dogs. Jack is much more neurotic than I thought; he spends most of the day pacing indoors, although he can easily walk outside into the fenced yard. Cinder is still a mellow dude, but every hour on the hour he interrupts whatever I'm doing because he wants to play. Usually this interruption is a sudden paw in the crotch.
I'm predicting the shutdown to go on for at least three weeks. If it goes much more than that, I'll be looking for another job. I probably have enough in the bank to last six months but I'd rather not flatline my savings.
Ah, living in a crazy country is such fun.
Cinder, the Puppy Prince, in his regal garb of freshly dug dirt.
I've been sick for the past month. I think it started with West Nile Fever. A mild case, but enough to knock out my immune system, so that I then got an opportunistic head cold and strep throat. I'm on the mend. It just sucks.
In this time, Cinder has picked up a habit. Whenever I go to bed to take a nap or to sleep for the night, he wants to play but eventually realizes that I intend to sleep. After he's decided that I'm going to sleep, he walks out of the bedroom. A few seconds later he starts intermittent barking.
I'm not sure, but I think he's going around to everything that makes noise in the house -- the refrigerator, the cable TV box, and Jack (who by now is doing nothing noisier than breathing) -- and Cinder is telling them all, "Be quiet! Daddy's sleeping!"
Once he's done, he lays at the foot of my bed and noisily chews on a toy until I'm asleep.
Jack thinks Cinder is crazy, which he may well be since he takes after his owner.
Sat, Aug. 17th, 2013, 05:11 pm
So, here's Jack.
He's a Springer Spaniel. We got him from the Humane Society last weekend -- they estimate he's between one and two years old. He was given up by a family who said he didn't do well with their toddler. Jack is full-grown at 55 pounds, but still has a lot of puppy playfulness.
Right now he's Cinder's wrestling buddy. (For which Chaia is grateful. She's no longer big enough to be Cinder's sparring partner.) Jack is doing a great job keeping Cinder worn out when I've hit my limit. As of this writing, our 5-month old Cinder is 48 pounds, which gives Jack a little size advantage but not much. The willful Golden is going to get much bigger, and will be top dog someday.
I keep Jack on a leash or in the fenced yard because he is led by his nose, and the one time he was free he just started running while sniffing the ground. Don't know if he's tracking deer, pheasant, or rabbits, but he'd be in the next state if I let him roam.
Jack's a very sweet dog. He knows basic commands and he's well-behaved, although a little clingy. It's a shame anyone would give up a good dog like this. I wasn't sure about getting a second dog but it does seem to be working out. Cinder gets a playmate to keep him exercised, I get a break, and Jack gets a good home.
I've got a two-dog house again. And that's my limit. :) Two is the right number, I think.
I'm so sorry that I haven't been journalizing much lately. A lot has happened. Let me list them, and in so doing I will promise to update you about each item in detail as soon as I can:
- I advertised for Genocide Man fanart, promising $5 to anyone who sent me any picture and $50 to any I choose to publish.
- As a side note to that fanart ad, I mentioned in passing that I'd like to hire an artist. I got several applications -- without actually advertising for an artist.
- I have hired a new artist for Genocide Man Book 2.
- I have lost 10 pounds, despite living on chocolate, Prevacid, and the fear of being eaten by puppies.
- Last but FAR from least, Mrs. Redhead convinced me that Cinder needed a playmate. So I got a new dog.
I think I'll get you some pictures on that last point as soon as possible. :)