Quick Pics Shreveport...

Not much time right now, but I wanted to post some pics of the last trip to Shreveport to see Jay and Lauren. Tippi went with me this time...Jay likes her better than me anyway!! I'm pretty sure I have to leave her to him in my will.


Thursday Night Poker looks like it could be habit forming. I can see my rescheduling my life around an overnight stay in Louisiana every Thursday now. I have to admit it was really great getting to hang out again with my girl Lauren. And Jay might as well be my brother...the only thing that gets me is that I'm older than him but it still seems like he's the older brother.
Anyway, it was so great seeing them again and just going out and meeting new people...especially the part about their friend the bar owner who imports his own Maurin Quina Absynthe for select friends on the down-low. I've always joked about that...now I may get my bluff called. Not so sure I'm ready to have that trip again.
So, next time...which may be next week, guess we'll find out. Keep you posted. Promise to try and catch up on the whole web log thing, too. I really meant to do this as a weekly thing, but things have just gotten so out of hand. Promise to get back to more esotric and conversational stuff of import every once in awhile.

Tippi and Me...

WARNING:
DANIA DISCOVERS TIME DELAY THINGY FUNCTION ON CAMERA



This is why I shouldn't be allowed electronic and mechanical gadgets. I don't believe in instructions or instruction books. I think those are for sissies and people who have nothing better to do than rip the packaging open and immediately start using the whatever-new-gadget-thingy is that they just got. This is also why I subsequently spend a good amount of time later on with nice service tech people on the phone telling me that, No, I really, really, really should not have under any circumstance pulled that wire out or changed that board around or poked that thingy with the other thingy.
And I should have certainly learned by now that "thought I could" and "tweak the little thingy" are 2 phrases that should never again come out of my mouth in reference to anything that has removable, expensive parts.
As a matter of fact, you would think by now that I would be smart enough to reach for a fricking instruction book if I still have to use the word "thingy" to describe something.
Oh, wait...I just found something cool on my camera...something extra to do with the time-delay thingy...

Dr. Tippi, PhD.

Everyone now, on the count of three...Congratulations Dr. Tippi. WOOF.


That's a picture of the diploma. The Doctor of Divinity Diploma. Actually, it's a scan of the diploma. The actual diploma is hanging on a wall in my apartment.
The other picture is of Tippi, the proud graduate. See how she's smiling? You can call her Dr. Tippi now.
Her diploma is hanging over her water bowl, by the way. I had it nicely framed. It was the least I could do.
You know, I think there was actually a part of me that hoped that something like this couldn't, wouldn't be possible. The rest of me knew better. In case you're new to this particular hissy-fit/snit of mine...reference my friend James' Reverend Boris the Ordained Minister the Cat article previous to this.
After I set out awhile back to see what kind of pay-for-credentials B.S. is out there, I was dumbfounded. Seriously. If all you want is a diploma or something to hang on a wall, why even bother with school or college? Many of these places also have what they call "Reference" or "Confirmation" centers/services...not only can you buy a degree from these whack-jobs, but for an extra fee, when an employer or someone calls to verify, they have a FRICKIN' call center to say "Oh yes, So-and-So did indeed graduate with honors from our Doctoral program, blah blah blah."
Does anyone else understand what just happened here?

THEY GRADUATED A DOG.

MY DOG HAS A PhD.

MY DOG IS NOW MORE EDUCATED THAN ME...at least on paper.

This is just so wrong on so many different levels that I, for once, can't even really get angry. It's just so wrong and so absurd. They graduated a dog for the love of god, people. Everytime I think about it, I just laugh. Well, if nothing else, I guess I can use her as a reference if I should ever have the need.
We're off to McDonald's now...I think getting your PhD deserves a couple of double cheeseburgers.

More Fun Facts...

1. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (Don't ask me how you manage to get a job where one of your responsibilities is timing something like that. Seriously, can you imagine this guy at a dinner party being asked what he does for a living? He better have a really good sense of humor or else he probably doesn't go out much.)


2. Cat urine glows under a black light. (I can almost guarantee you right now some seriously stoned university students with a pet cat discovered this around 3am one morning.)


3. Our eyes stay the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. (So see, Mom, dammit...I wasn't lying about the flat tire on prom night. My nose was supposed to be getting longer!)


4. If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Evidently, this theory was not tested on the inbred redneck neighbors I so enjoyed living next to a few years back. That woman's screech could reach a tone that only dogs could hear.)


5. There are more chickens than people in the world. (I'm not going near this one.)