el perro del diablo

I returned home from an early morning doctor appointment today to find a Chihuahua on my front lawn.

At least the Taco Bell dog has panache. This two-pound yapping vermin wasn't at all neighborly.

So, no more jokes about rat dogs, since they appear when I reference them.

From now on I'm joking only about supermodels and generous billionaires.

What does it say about you...

when someone says, "somehow in the back of my head I just knew you had all the Taco Bell talking rats..."

and somehow, in the back of my head, I know exactly what it means to fit that description.

Ai chihuahua...

Random thoughts for a Thursday morning

I'm tired.

I don't have to look at the dial to know what station I'm on - all the KFI (AM 640 Los Angeles) news readers sound like Leah Brandon. Brandon sounds like the sister of John Ziegler, who sounds like the kissing cousin of John and Ken, who suckled at the vocal teat of Bill Handel.

When you tune in to KFI, you know it.

I tuned in to AM 870, home of Dennis Prager and Hugh Hewitt and Michael Savage. Same thing. hosts sound like news readers sound like bump announcers.

I tuned into Air America, but the whiplash effect of stroke-inducing rage and narcoleptic boredom is a bad thing to groove on while driving.

Station branding goes deeper than I realized.

*tap tap* is this thing on?

It has been brought to my attention that I have a blog.

*cough* kinda dusty in here.