A Dingo's got my Barbie!!!

And that's the difference.

As you would be aware, pets, like people, have distinctive personalities. Here are two clips (both boring in the extreme, but at least they're really short) that illustrate the difference between Bentley and Belle.

There are two major differences between the dogs (we won't include Buddy because he is entirely different to the beagles):

• While Bentley is food-driven, Belle is adventure-driven.
• Whereas Bentley is amazingly gentle, Belle is 'crash through or crash'.
• Both have amazing perseverance, but in different areas.

I had some mango ice cream the other day that came in a bucket which required either an engineering degree, or access to Lara Croft (tomb raider) to get the damned thing open! In fact I almost gave up eating ice cream out of frustration before I even tasted the stuff. It has one of those lids that was almost impossible to see where join was, so obviously I was interested to see how the dogs would handle the problem. I must add that it was empty by the time I gave them their turn.

This first clip is of Bentley trying to get into the carton, it had been rinsed so there wasn't much of a scent. If I had put some dog biscuits in it he would have kept at it until he had the goodies, rather than just pushing it under the table and simply leaving it there.

I figured that he would go back to it in a while, and as long as he was interested in it, Belle would keep her distance (she's scared of him, with good reason). So I went to watch a bit of TV. I had only been on the couch for no more than a minute or two when Bentley showed up, so I thought I better go see how Belle was doing with it. This clip is what I found. I didn't see her actually open it, but I can assure you that there would have been no finesse involved.

A rare Sunday post

Musical interpretations.

It's been a while since I posted a music clip. Why? How the fuck would I know! I just haven't ok!? Sorry, the meds seem to be a bit slow to take effect today for some reason. Maybe I should take some.

Anyhow, I've decided to post three different clips of the same song, bet you've never seen that before, me either (probably because it's such a dumb idea). If you are late for work, or you have a lot of blogs to catch up on because of NaBloMaDness, then just mark this one as read and move on, you're not really missing much. However, if you've got the time, you should check them out, it's actually almost interesting.

The song is Tipitina, which has been a favourite of mine for some time.

Exhibit 1. The Original by Henry Byrd (Professor Longhair).

Exhibit 2. As interpreted by Malcolm Rebennack (Dr John).

Exhibit 3. As interpreted by some redneck.

I hope you enjoyed this mini concert, Dr John has never been off my playlist since around 1974. And yes, the lyrics the redneck was singing were from the Dukes of Hazard.

NaBloMaDness post #13

TV is so innovative.

I guess Hollywood and Burbank have a different definition for the word innovation than the rest of us. When I first looked up innovation many years ago, the description went something like "The creation, development and implementation of a new product, process or service, with the aim of improving efficiency, effectiveness or competitive advantage." Ok since that was a cut and paste from a dictionary, it probably went exactly like that.

However I think, the TV moguls have changed the meaning slightly to mean "Observe and monitor all products currently available with a view to identifying those that seem good candidates for possible minor variations so as not to tax our creative people too much, while maximising the amount of mindless garbage that we are able to produce, thereby foisting hours of repetitive crap upon the viewing public"

Wow that was a mouthful! Let me break it down a little, think "Reality TV" or if you don't watch that sort of thing, try "Search for a Star", don't watch those either? ok, then think Police Drama, Hospital Drama or Sitcom and you get the idea.

Why am I bringing this up? Well it just so happens that tonight (or, for those of you who watch American TV, tonite) my TV Guide lists the new series of House at 8:30 followed at 9:30 by the new show Life. This pairing tickles my funny bone because, having gained moderate success with a Hospital Drama revolving around a somewhat idiosyncratic American doctor played by an Englishman, the network decided to make a Police Drama revolving around a somewhat idiosyncratic American detective played by an Englishman.

But wait (as the Demtel man would say) there's more! Not only did they seamlessly shift from one genre to another, the guy in Life looks so much like the guy in House that it looks like the doctor is moonlighting as a detective by changing clothes during the ad break!

And while we're on the subject of idiosyncratic characters, has anyone ever wondered how come Monk has this phobia about touching things, and uses handkerchiefs and all sorts of humours devices to ensure he never touches things even if they have been washed, yet when walking down the street he has to touch every post he passes? How about some consistency... please!

A change of plans.

I had written a rather riveting post about the time I stubbed my toe, but unfortunately Jenny over at Mama Drama (no not that Mama Drama, the other one) had a major dummy spit about my blogging style so I had to delete it and start again.

Now I know some of you will give her the benefit of the doubt and say that it was just a generalised rant brought about by the final stages of her bout with depression (you know, the bitchy stage). But I know better, not only did she list all my faults in the order that I do them the most (that bit is fairly obvious), but what's more covert is that she used code as well! If you record yourself reading her post out loud, and then play it backwards, you'll find that she is alternatively saying "Willowtree is a fuckwitt" and "that Aussie pisses me off". I don't think we need any more proof that she hates me.

If I had the capacity to arrange my thoughts, as well as a command of the English language, I'd make this a reeaally long post just to piss her off even more, but really, what does that prove other than me being even more stupid than she gives me credit for.

There was one other thing that I've been planning on writing about, after visiting a number of blogs about blogging over the past few weeks, but part of the underlying premise of the post was that I would purposely not give links to those dumbasses, and yes you guessed it, that pisses her off too. Actually I think I will write that one.

I'm pretty sure that I'm safe from a Jenny attack because it seems she's having trouble commenting, and this one I'm certain is directed at me, as TypePad seems to arbitrarily decide people are robots (I know this for a fact because it's happened to me on my own blog!). So despite being royally pissed off by this post, she won't even be able to say so! Muwahahahah! Seriously I don't know what the deal with commenting is. However, for some time now I have suspected her of being a Cylon.

PS. Bob is just a good friend I met in a bar one lonely night.