Live Free or Die Hard is fantastic. I won't give away the ending for you, but wow! Rambo would be proud. Bruce is almost the sexiest old bad ass out there, except... he gets his medical care from a hospital. Clearly he is unaware that you can clean a gunshot wound by dumping gun powder in it and lighting it on fire. Get with the program, Bruce.

My bunny's molting. The mass of fur clumps escaping his person is actually disturbing. I had to do some google research to make sure he wasn't dying of a horrible hair-loss disease. I guess bunnies just do this. What weirdos. I'd take a picture of the fluff-ball, but he's being antisocial and won't come out from under the bed. I don't think he approves of my attempts to train him. Or he's sick of the cat sneezing at him. It is kinda gross. I've discovered that cats, like horses, tend to aim their sneezes at the face. Just makes cuddling more exciting I suppose.

Phil and I've just started in on a regimen of bunny dominance. Phil was getting a little full of himself, attacking helpless cats, hapless dogs, and even my roommate if she entered "his" terriority (my bed and everything under and next to it). I did some reading and have started clicker training him so he has to work for his food and attention. Does this seem ridiculous? Yes, I think so too. Most people just stick their bunnies in cages and avoid these problems entirely. Well, hopefully I'll end up with a content and obedient rabbit... we'll see. Maybe I'll just get him a girlfriend to settle him down (apparently being neutered doesn't exempt you from having needs).

Yesterday the weather completely winterized! My entire self was having a dark and terrifying flip-out. I'm starting to get intense pangs of desire for studying and stress and having professors claim every second of my free time. HALP! I love my job, and I thought that maybe the DDFL was my professional soulmate, but I think getting promoted would mean working management, gag. Who wants to boss people around and make sure to order enough dog food?

An update from my ongoing olfactory research: a GI bleed out is still the worst smell ever... but cat diarrhea comes in a close second! Wow, those beasts can create a stench. I got the opportunity to deep clean the lost and found cat rooms on shelter-wide cleaning day. Yummy.

Now in Denver...

And only one mile from work! Sir Phillip loves his new apartment. His house-rabbit lifestyle puts him in such a good mood that he often lets me share the bed...

.. as long as I don't snore or wake him up from an afternoon nap. Disapproving rabbit? I should say so!!Phil birdwatching with the ladies (Mugene's the tortie on the left and Marley's the calico on the right). Foley emerging from Phil's subterranean rabbitat.

Darrell and Joy do their best to keep the animals entertained by flapping around and chirping. The cats are mesmerized by the birds, the rabbit by the cats, and the dog by the rabbit - a beautiful example of interspecies environmental enrichment. There are occasional rabbit-kitty, kitty-kitty, and dog-kitty spats, but everyone's about evenly matched in weight/ weaponry/ grumpiness, so no one gets bullied.

I'm going to have internet once we get a router hooked up. We have a deck too. It's the shit.

Most Exciting Optical Illusion Ever!!

This is a picture of MY boobs looking like they actually exist. I'm thinking about changing my facebook profile picture to this here closeup. Usually, they're much more camera shy...

So, Harriet died. Phil and I were pretty distraught. She was just dead one day when i got home from work. i was gonna get a necropsy, but it was too expensive, and the vet said that she was old enough that i shouldn't be surprised. sigh. i miss the bitch. she was a blast.

anyway, that seg-ways into the story of Lola. I went to the animal shelter (aka i went to work) and found the most feminine and calm female rabbit in the place, and adopted her. i was about to carry her out of the building, when they rechecked their papers, which had conflicting info, and decided, WAIT, NO! she wasn't spayed. So i left her there for her surgery and recovery. a week later, i'm about to pick her up, and they ask, DIDN'T YOU GET THE CALL? well, no, because you didn't call my phone number, just some random stranger. And what they had told that random stranger was that they sliced open my bunny, poked around for a good long while, could not for the life of them find ovaries, and had an AH HA moment. Neutered male! (retarded vet? yes, i wondered that too). To give them credit, it is really hard to sex rabbits, esp if they're not intact. Lola was originally named for Bugs Bunny's girlfriend, but you can't say that s/he doesn't remind you of this classic...

Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola

Yeah, so s/he's still named Lola, and Phil is slowly converting to homosexuality, although he's taking his sweet time with it. They cuddled for the first time today! big breakthrough. Just so you know how hard sexing bunnies is, below is a picture of their tiny junk, pushed out of it's furry crevice by a finger. the left one is a buck, and the right one is a doe.

It feels so good...

but it looks so bad...Why can't I look like this with short hair? Unfair!

Or this? How much is this woman saving on shampoo? ahh - damn my whiteness!!

Urban Sprawl

A picture I took from Bluff Park in Highlands Ranch. But now I live here...
upgrade much? me thinks so.

Yes, I know this is getting ridiculous

...but it's my day off, and I haven't gotten to talk about myself nearly enough ; )

My dogs are cuter and more wonderful than any other dogs ever, and I can prove it too...

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