Let sleeping dogs lie

... after you've taken the pictures.


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Rorschach test

Last dinosaur left standing

I should have seen it coming. A month after my ISP migrated its email servers, it sent me a letter saying that by end-June, it would no longer continue to offer dial-up services. Because the nation had gone wired and broadband was easily available etc. Basically, it means that I'm a dinosaur and it's not worth their while to service me.

I like being a dinosaur. When I moved in, there was already a phone line and I had no reason to switch broadband because I don't surf the Net much. I spend like maybe an average of 15 minutes on it a day, mostly for email, update this blog, follow other blogs. And dial-up suited all that just fine. Not to mention that it cost peanuts. The cheapest broadband package comes at twice that price and with all the hoops and whistles that I don't need.

Of course, I could do much more if I had broadband. But the point is that I don't want to do much more. An average of 15 minutes a day on the Net suits me just fine (and this includes loading pages on a 56K modem). I don't want to spend hours on YouTube viewing friends' baby videos, I don't want to make new friends on Facebook and poke old friends. If I had broadband, I'd be doing all that and given that I still only have 24 hours a day, that's less time I have for other things -- like making friends in the flesh and visiting friends to laugh at their babies' actual antics.

If I really want to connect via broadband, I have free WiFi at the library, thanks to my tax dollars at work. But the real reason why I haven't got broadband at home is because when we moved in almost three years ago, we wanted to get a broadband/cable TV/phone line package that the telcos offer. But we didn't have a cable-ready TV. Hell, we didn't *have* a TV. My parents gave us a spare portable set that got its reception from rabbit-ears antennae. It was supposed to be temporary. But with a procrastinator in charge of getting the TV and the broadband package, what was temporary extended to almost three years. So blame it all on L.

If this blog becomes extinct after June 30, it's because the dinosaur's Net access has been pulled out from under its feet.

Good afternoon

And this was how Roop got woken up. He had gone into his crate for an afternoon nap, turned over in his sleep, rolled around a bit, and then forgot which way was up when he opened his eyes.

The laws of gravity do not apply to those who are not of this earth.

Good morning

I had the camera-enabled mobile phone on the nightstand next to me, and this was what I woke up to. A furry and somewhat concerned face. Concerned over his bladder's contents, that is.

Three heads are better than two

It's either a pathetic individual or a dog parent who will post about dog toothbrushes back to back. If Friday's find of a double-headed toothbrush was brilliant, then today's find of a triple-headed one was beyond brilliant. (Just don't ask me what I was doing at the pet store twice in two days. Those dogs sure get spoilt.)

This toothbrush has been christened The Anaconda. Just right for fox terrier teeth so stained, he looks like he's been chewing tobacco. Actually, his teeth look pearly white, but that's only on the outside. It's when he yawns and you see the inside of his teeth that he really needs some help from The Anaconda.

Instruments of torture

That's what HRH would call the toothbrushes. I found a new dog toothbrush at the pet store yesterday. It comes with two heads, designed to be able to brush both the inside and outside of a dog's teeth. Previously, with the so-called dog toothbrush that doesn't look very different from a human toothbrush, I could only brush the outer side of the teeth efficiently.

L calls this new two-headed toothbrush The Cobra. You have no idea how brilliant I found it to be -- almost as brilliant I think, as liver-flavoured antibiotics that don't have to be disguised or catapulted into the throat of an uncooperative dog.

Rupert thinks the new toothbrush just a new fangled eating implement that lets him swallow more poultry-flavoured toothpaste.

People generally think of great inventions as something that has made life easier and better. Well, I wouldn't quibble that the wheel is generally a good thing to have; that air-conditioning makes life comfortable in the tropics; and sliced bread is quite handy too.

But I still think liver-flavoured dog pills and double-headed dog toothbrushes rank up there with the wheel.

Day off at home

I have the day off and I'm spending it at home, stuck to the couch, because all my days off the past few weeks have been spent running errands and doing housework. So I'm feeling lazy today and in lieu of writing, am posting an at-home lazy-type picture instead.



Notice how HRH has the spot of honour on Sucker Dad's lap while the minion is relegated to the floor cushion?