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“Dairyland Greyhound Racetrack in Kenosha, Wisconsin will be closing on December 31, 2009. 900 Greyhounds need to be adopted or they will be euthanized.
Please help me get the word out; there are only 6 weeks to get this done. Contact Joanne Kehoe Operations Director P: 312-559-0887 Or Dairyland Race Track Adoption Center direct at 262-612-8256”
Um, April, this one is for you. Get on it.
So, I don’t know if any of you are in this area. I’m definitely not. My aunt has a rescue greyhound from Ireland though, and she is just the most lovely, caring, sweet and kind dog ever. My aunt has quite a young daughter, and her greyhound Dina is really, really calm and great around her. Just sayin’.
Greyhounds are great dogs.
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i am a writer and a dog owner. i live in los angeles and i enjoy naps, tv, hiking and espresso on ice. people say i'm funny, but i think they're just being polite.
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If you’re following me, you’ve probably read the chronicles of Ms. Millhouse Van Kitten… aka the black kitty I rescued last week. I gave her food at my friends’ apartment and we had an instant bond. Within a minute of playing with her, I wanted to take her home. Oh, and I HATE CATS.
My friend Louise, some of her neighbors and I took turns taking care of this kitten for about 4 days when someone remarked that coyotes were circling their area, waiting to take a nibble or a chomp. Having just seen the crazy cat lady ep of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia, I broke down and took her in (after she was tested for diseases at the vet and given a flea bath). (And I’m already a crazy dog lady.) It took her about an hour to get used to me and to Oliver. We’ve been snuggling as a group ever since. Seriously, she spoons with my dog. Millhouse likes to bat at my iPhone when I read the news in bed in the morning. She even has tried typing on my laptop.
On Thursday, because I’m a moron and don’t know how to take care of a cat other than feeding it and scooping the litter, I took her over to my friend Carrie’s place. (Carrie was a very big cat person and wanted to meet the one kitty who has melted my cold, ice-covered heart.) All was well until her husband’s dog Rocky came bounding in and scared the shit out of Millhouse. She ran up a tree and Oliver ran to me, crying, and pointing to where my cat had climbed. I tried coaxing her out, but no dice. I took Rocky (the Australian shepherd that I often photograph with Ollie) home so maybe she’d come out of a tree. I cried the whole way home. I worked on packing more and more of my stuff and making myself numb to the fact that the one cat I wanted to take with me in my life was probably coyote food.
My friends and I tried very hard to find her. As soon as I got there today to take back their dog and put up fliers, (insert “Have you seen my pussy jokes” here) Millhouse shows up. Apparently she heard my voice and came out from the bushes to see me. I’m. not. kidding. I caught her one house over and she was back to her snuggly self in about 10 minutes. She was even okay with Oliver and my friends’ toddler. I took her home and she’s currently sitting on my right. Ollie’s on my left. Tonight we’ll make a kitty/puppy/spinster sandwich.
So why does this matter other than this cat loves me enough to come out of hiding? I’m moving away in a week. And I’m moving to my parents’ house. Oh and my parents hate cats. Really really hate cats. Got two messages on Twitter from my mom that there’s no way in hell Millhouse can live with them when I put a message out that the kitty was safe and sound.
Fortunately, I have a home for Millhouse. But now I feel like we’ve already gone through so much that we’re meant to be together. Plus? She loves me like Oliver does. And since I am a spinster, I might as well make it official by getting a cat — a cat with a kick ass name.
Why couldn’t I have met her earlier in the year? Or better yet, why do I have move at all?
Anyway, sorry this is so long and kind of sad. I just had to let it out. Also: she’s resting her paws and head on my arm.
A 26 dollar twine holder. This is why people hate America.
I used to make this in college. My friends called it hippie gruel. It’s super easy and super tasty.
Get a giant pot and fill it with water. Throw in a few large tablespoons of chunky peanut butter. Add salt. Add a few cloves of garlic, a large white onion, a few tomatoes, celery and about 3 or 4 potatoes (cut into medium sized cubes). Then add in all the “c” spices — cardamom, cumin, cayanne pepper, cloves, cinnamon (just a tiny bit), curry, etc. Let it cook until the potatoes get pretty soft. Add more peanut butter if you want a thicker sauce. Play with the spices and garlic to taste. Cubes of hard tofu work well in it too, but that’s if you want more stuff in the stew. Lemon can be nice too.
Serve it in a bowl with some kind of tasty bread. Or use a bread bowl. It goes well with sourdough, though I personally hate sourdough. It serves a lot, based on how much of each ingredient you use.
(Sorry I don’t have a real recipe, but I don’t cook that way, I think a variation on this may exist in the Moosewood Cookbook — like I said, my friends called it hippie gruel. They also ate it in droves.)
Here’s how Moosewood makes it, I don’t think you need the honey or the buttermilk. Also, all the vegetables make it way better. But this might help with proportions.
1 cup good plain peanut butter
2 tablespoons honey
4 cups boiling water
1 to 2 tablespoons peanut oil
2 cups minced onion
10 large cloves garlic, minced
2 teaspoons salt (Use less, if peanut butter is salted)
2 to 3 tablespoons minced fresh ginger
1 teaspoon cinnamon
2 teaspoons ground coriander
1 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/2 teaspoon cloves
2 teaspoons turmeric
1 tablespoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon dry mustard
1/2 teaspoon cayenne (maybe more—to taste)
2 cups buttermilk (at room temperature)
- Place the peanut butter and honey in a medium-sized bowl. Add about half the boiling water, and mash with a spoon until it becomes smooth. Whisk in the remaining hot water and set aside.
- Heat the oil in a soup pot or a Dutch oven. Add the onion, garlic, salt, and ginger. Saute over low heat for about 10 minutes, then add the spices. Continue to cook and stir for about 5 minutes longer.
- Stir in the peanut butter mixture and cover. Bring to a boil, then turn the heat way down and simmer for about 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.
- Just before serving, heat the soup again (if necessary) and whisk in the room temperature buttermilk. Serve right away, with a small spoonful of Banana Topping in each bowl.
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This was like Millhouse and Oliver and me yesterday morning. I hope she’s snuggling with someone else.
I hate these things.
Millhouse Van Kitten ran up a tree today. Oliver ran to me, crying, to let me know something was up. I am terrified my foster kitty is not safe. Also I really want to just keep her as it is quite obvious that her brother cares about her a lot. And I can never disappoint Ollie. I just really really want her to be okay.
When Their Friends Go to Law School
Janelle: Hey dude, Jason is having a fucking awesome party tonight at some loft in Bushwick. Wanna get there early? Like 1 a.m. or somethin’?
Tyron: Sorry, lady. I have to study.
Janelle: What the fuck do you have to study for? You’ve been outta school for five years…
Tyron: The LSATs.
Janelle. Are you shitting me?
Tyron: Naw, I mean, this whole poet thing isn’t really working out. I mean, no one wants to pay me to write, so I figured I would, like, learn a trade.
Janelle: Are you going to be an LSAT tutor…?
Tyron: No, asshole. I’m going to law school.
Janelle: What the fuck? When have you ever expressed interest in the law? You don’t even like motherfucking Law & Order—and there’s like six versions of that show to choose from.
Tyron: Well, lawyers make a lot of money, which is something I don’t have. I can’t shelve books at an indie bookstore and do poetry slams forever, Jan. I can’t. I need stuff like, I dunno, a real bed. A room with walls. Last week I brought this chick home and she took one look at my so-called room—a shower curtain and bed sheets do not a bedroom make—and announced that she had to get up early. She’s a fucking freelancer. How many freelancers do you know who have to “get up early”? I can’t deal with this anymore, dude. I need to eat. I need to get laid. I need cash. I mean, yeah, I would probably have to wear a suit year-round to cover up my sleeve tats, and, sure, I would have to shave more often and probably move to Manhattan and drink with I-bankers at shitty places like Blondies, and I would most definitely have to pretend to get excited about sports and shit—but I can do it. I can suck it up. I’m almost 30. It’s time to get serious.
Janelle: Dude, you’re not going to get into law school. I mean, that’s just a stone cold fucking science fact.
Tyron: Why the fuck not? I got like fucking straight A’s in college.
Janelle: Well, for one, you majored in abstract sculpture and Victorian poetry, and two, the most experience you’ve had with the legal system was that time you got arrested for breaking into that construction site, getting smashed and passing out in your own vomit.
Tyron: Dude. That was like a fucking minor offense. Like, you know, a misnomer.
Janelle: Um. I rest my case.
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does whiskey count as beer?
Every morning the cat snuggles with my neck. I am going to miss Millhouse. (Oliver is under the covers)
Mass hysteria.
This is and forever will be brilliant. And hilarious.
“So sad…” “But dreamy!” (Pretty sure I have been quoting this for 20 years.)
This list is pretty much accurate except that Emo Phillips has always been batshit insane and his long-standing joke that he makes $3.15 every time Pee Wee’s Big Adventure runs is pretty fucking brilliant. Also: Pauly Shore is quite funny if you take him away from late 80s/ early 90s shit star marketing.
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Gallagher is STILL smashing watermelons??!!
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