ROUND-UP.

[redfirecracker]

Or, The State of the Squirrel.

Wow, I haven't done one of these in a while. I don't know whether that's because I don't feel like I have much to say, or I'm just not motivated to say it. Maybe that's why I like memes so much . . . it's kind of like sending an LJ postcard, you know? A small, electronic way of saying, "Hi! Still alive over here!"

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Everyone and their brother is going nuts over the Eagles game yesterday. People around here are ready to canonize Donovan McNabb, when three weeks ago, they were burning him in effigy. Philadelphia is a fickle town, and a hard town on its teams, but I have to ask-- were you people even watching the same game I was?

Because what I saw was the same unreliable offensive performance that has been common to the Philadelphia Eagles for several seasons. Sure, Dawkins had a breakout play or two. Of course Westbrook had some stellar catches. But McNabb was, as usual, inconsistent at best, and overall, the offense did not appear to function as a cohesive whole. On the plus side, the Eagles' defense performed admirably, but the main reason the Eagles won? Was because the Giants clearly wanted the loss more.

What the hell happened? Did the whole New York team get up on the wrong side of the bed or something? They looked like CRAP out there.

The Steelers-Cowboys game, though, was so fucking awesome, I was screaming in the family room! I love that kind of game . . . tight score, hard-fought, and a real nail-biter of a finish. Plus, I love watching the Cowboys get their asses handed to them, and have ever since I watched Minnesota make Danny White cry on the field like a little girl, way back in the early eighties. I'd like to see Ben Roethlischberger be a little less willing to take a hit, though . . . he's of the Troy Aikman school of quarterbacking, and is going to finish his career like him, too, if he's not careful.

Unfortunately, my poor Falcons were NOT who dat team gonna beat dem Saints. I was disappointed but not surprised. They suck but I love them anyway. I have high hopes for Matt Ryan's performance at QB next year.

I started getting more into college football this year, but I admit I don't understand how the conferences and bowls work. I root for the Wisconsin Badgers, who I see from their website will be in the Champs bowl, whatever the fuck that means . . . but I have no idea how they got there. I asked my dad but forgot to preface my question with the phrase, "In twenty-five words or less..." and tuned out ten minutes into a rant about the political selection process and the degeneration of the country's moral fiber. *scratches head*

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You know Alastair on SPN is being played by the same actor who played Bogs Diamond in The Shawshank Redemption? I kind of feel like he's playing the character the same way, too. In fact, that's what tipped me off that it was the same guy . . . something about the way he cocked his head and eyed Dean like he was thinking about saying, "On your knees, bitch," and I was all AHAHAHAHA!!

Heh. We already got canon-bisexual-Sam . . . now we have canon-jailhouse-assaulted-Dean. The fanfic is just writing itself at this point, isn't it?

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So. Wound up with a new dog. I'm not entirely sure how this happened so soon, and I think maybe I wasn't quite ready, but at the same time, I hated going home to my dog-less house, and the opportunity suddenly presented itself, and poof! Free dog! She's a black-and-silver German Shepherd who I promptly named Stolichnaya-- Stoli, for short. 'Cause, you know . . . I name all my pets after booze, even though I don't really drink. Anyway, Stolichnaya vodka came out with Stoli Elite, which has a black, silver, and gold-trimmed label, which pretty much matches her coloring, so it fits.

I decided to look for a younger dog this time around, but I forgot how much energy a three-year-old would have!

Stoli's like an eel on springs. She thinks the most fun EVER is to run up the stairs and then leap all the way down in one bound. The fact that she skids into the front door and promptly bounces off to slide across the hardwood floor in the foyer seems only to be a bonus in her mind. It's a bit of a shock after Yueng, who was a slug after my own heart. But it's good for me to be out getting more exercise, and Dad plans to fence in the back yard in the spring, so Stoli can chase squirrels to her heart's content and work out some of her energy that way.

In the meantime, at least she likes to play fetch, which is relatively easy to do in the house from in front of the TV.

When it's time for another dog, I am definitely looking at senior dogs again . . . nice, calm, sedate animals who are happy with short walks, long naps, and good meals.

But have some pictures! She's a cutie. And she was very, very sorry when she whacked me in the face yesterday and nearly broke my nose.

Me and Stoli watching football on Sunday.

This is her WTF? expression. It's more common than you might think.

Tomorrow I have off to go to a funeral. Kristin's grandfather died-- no one can say it was unexpected, exactly, because the man was 97 and in poor health-- but it's always a surprise, no matter how prepared everyone might be. I have to get home and figure out what in my closet fits and is appropriate. *sighs*

More to say, but time to go. See you all on the flip side.

Comments

[lucifrix.livejournal.com]

Aw, she's adorable. You big lush. :)

[redfirecracker.livejournal.com]

LOL, I give new meaning to the concept of "boozehound".

Stoli's really people-friendly too, which is nice since Yueng hated everyone.