Brain Farts

I've got to get my dog a job. He sleeps all day in my bed or the couch and I'm sure he's learned to use the remote control. When I close the door to leave for work at 6am he gives me this look. Somedays I swear he's thinking, "sucker." Later around noon he turns to the cat, "ok, you get the beer, I'll turn on Animal Planet." It's like having an unemployed husband. When I come home it's all, "take me out, I have to pee," or "love me, I missed you all day." I'll forgive him for the needing to pee, I'm thankful he's housebroken. But he can be annoying with his licking and pawing. Oh, men.

My roommate and I had a debate about PC v. Mac. She feels that more Mac people frequent Starbucks than independent coffee shops because the are willing to pay more for a label. I disagreed. I find more Mac users at indie coffee shops because they know quality and are free thinkers that eschew coporate dribble. Starbucks tastes like burnt floor, yet has the most caffiene. PC's work like the telegraph, yet have the most power for the dollar. Indie coffee tastes better but wont have you buzzing. Mac works like the wheel, but costs more.

I took care of an eight month old baby after his ear tube surgery. I held him in my arms until the parents arrived. The mother took a look at her crying child and yelped, "Oh my god, what's wrong with him? He looks so different." She was so upset I insisted the father hold him. I talked her down the baby was fine. They went home happy. But after I laughed heartily with my co-workers. Did she not know she was bringing the baby in for surgery with ANESTHESIA. Anesthesia induces an altered state of mind.