Pajiba

Damn you and that animal video! Why did I watch it? I am now trying my hardest to not cry at work. I love stories like this, but it's always bittersweet. There are a lot of dogs and cats who never get this chance. Lucky Stanley.

LEAVE JARED ALONE!

...because nobody can do any terrorism with personal items on their laps before the last hour of the flight.

Octopuses are creepy.

Of fucking course. Of course there are new restrictions passed a couple weeks before I have to fly to New Jersey for training. It's not as if flying into motherfucking Newark airport isn't bad enough, I won't even be able to have a book to read on the descent. And God fucking forbid I have to pee because I drank 4 bottles of water to counteract the desert air in the damned plane. Guess I'll either have to piss myself or hold it and get an infection. If I have to do either, I will send TSA the bill for dry-cleaning or a doctor's visit. Fuckers.

Seriously...watched 5 mins of the Star Wars video and HAD to turn it off.

No way in hell my boss will believe i am doing any kind of work while laughing that hard.

The last hour? Seriously, it's hard enough trying to ignore the screaming, "let's turn the plane into a jungle gym" children with a book, let alone without one. And like stardust, I'm wondering why they couldn't have waited till after my flight to decide all this shit. And only one carry on now? I hate airlines. And people.

And the huskie in the Stanley video was really cute.

,: An octopus? Carry a coconut? It can't be done.

National Geographic: It could grip it by the husk.

,: It's not a question of where he grips it, it's a simple question of size ratio. A 3-inch cephalopod cannot carry a 6-inch coconut.

#Whatever on the Frothy list is wrong: Ryder got her (screen) last name from listening to Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels. Nitpicky sure, but if you're going to bash someone, get it right, especially if they deserve it.

And by the way, how can Martin Sheen be so cool, while his spawn are so annoying and talentless?

When my grandmother died, somebody gave us a Thomas Kinkade BIBLE in lieu of flowers. Literally- a bible interspersed with his sappiest paintings, with "Lighting the Way Home" in gold on the spine. I have to check if there's a "christmas cottage" wedged inappropriately into the New Testament somewhere.

Qui Jon Booze is my favorite Jedi name. Well, maybe Obi Wan Tequila or Mace Jack Daniels would be pretty good.

Holy crap that Star Wars review is awesome. I'm not done yet, but so far I have wasted the better part of my afternoon on mindless entertainment rather than proofreading. And this is always a good thing.

Stanley is one lucky bugger but why in the world save Stanley who is sick when other dogs in that kill shelter are perfectly healthy? Wouldn't it have made more sense saving a younger, healthier pup? It's like aborting a perfectly healthy fetus and keeping its down syndromed twin.

I'm torn. Yes, I am snuffling wet tears at my desk. Yes, I want to give Stanley a hug. But I also feel manipulated. That was not a happy ending. A happy ending is a capital campaign for a new, no-kill shelter, and an extra 1.2 mil for a public-awareness campaign to spay and neuter.

I guess that's Grinchy, but I'm tired of symbolic, Lifetime movie emotional catharsis. Let's get some systemic change up in here.

Don't watch it, Stacey. Stay strong. Don't let fucking Kincade ruin Sam Winchester for you.

I kind of want one of those dumb emery cat things too. My cat is trying to destroy the carpet on the bottom step.

A friend of mine had to drink her own breast milk at security. Yet somehow that terrorist douchebag got on a plane? How about instead of making security tighter, we make it, you know, more effective at actually catching terrorists?

Btw, my son does have "Where is Baby's Belly Button?" and he loves it. But some of those other books are damn creepy. Have you heard about the one that was written for kids to help them cope when Mommy gets plastic surgery? Oy vey.

Damn it, Pajiba! YES, I had plenty of warning about the Stanley video but do you think that stopped me from crying my friggin' eyes out over here? Thank god all of the housemates are gone at the moment...

Now I've got to go find my 18 year-old, one-eyed, diabetic cat with high blood pressure and give her a big hug.

commadaddy, but what if it's an African octopus? ;)

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at December 28, 2009 6:16 PM
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Oh, yeah, an African octopus, maybe, but not a European octopus, that's my point.

KK - young, healthy puppies get adopted Much faster than older, sweet dogs with issues. Stanley didn't have much chance to live.
If you don't understand why a hungry, neglected and hurting dog that will still gently take a treat out of your hand and wag his tail deserves to be given a home, I don't think it can be explained.
The real point is that he shouldn't have been in the damn shelter, with mange and an eye infection, to begin with; somebody already should have been taking care of him.
I have to go hug my dog, now.

,: An octopus? Carry a coconut? It can't be done.

National Geographic: It could grip it by the husk.

,: It's not a question of where he grips it, it's a simple question of size ratio. A 3-inch cephalopod cannot carry a 6-inch coconut.

Posted by: , at December 28, 2009 2:40 PM

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This right here is the funniest thing I've seen all damn day so thanks for that, I yell out "it isn't a matter of where he grips it!" any chance I get. One of the best lines of dialogue ever, in my book.

Also, damn you damn you DAMN YOU stacey. I knew Iwas going to cry going into that video, and yeah, I still watched it and yeah, I definitely cried like a frickin baby. I hate people but man do I love dogs and animals in general, so glad Stanley's getting some good care.

That book list cracked me up (which I assume was not the intention of the authors) and I'm glad someone put Love You Forever on there. Everyone's all "aww it's so sweet." NO. no it is not, it is creepy and it left me with an icky feeling for days after reading it.

Claire, I was wondering the same thing. Although I did eventually come to the same conclusion as Jelinas. But it was scrolling from that to the JOINED AT BIRTH book that flipped my shit. And the poo-pain book.

But the best part was that I thought the last book was called "Germans Make Me Sick", and I fell out of my chair! Look at that picture; I'll wait. Can't you just hear that little girl yelling, "SCHNELL! SCHNELL!"

So strange; I can totally see the clip, now. Too bad I don't have any sound here at work. Hmm... hope it's still working when I get back home!