“Oh, what a cute doggie! How old is it?”
“I can tell you by phone.”
Having this dog makes getting a number such a piece of cake! Although it’s mostly from bellied middle aged men, otherwise cranky old ladies or very young anyways too young kids in the park.
Two big dogs in the dog enclosure in the park, seriously barking at Tisa. She was calmly merely looking at them from behind the fence. A lady owner, with endearment in her voice: “O my, we are so little and so unafraid”. Yes, in situations like this the deaf dog seems to be cool.
Now I have to choose between a calmer dog and a dusty dog. I am letting the dirt of this city come into my home. One cannot have everything?
A deaf dog also listens. Meaning you can still talk to a deaf dog. A deaf dog however doesn’t necessarily listen to you. Meaning I also know a lot of dogs which don’t listen to commends. So, there!
There are reasons I don’t have a cable subscription. This way I don’t get lost into the mindnumbingness and sort of schedule my own private screenings, with surround sound and all. The news I read over the Internet, which is also faster and more selective for me. I have managed to avoid this way the many “news” items on murder, rape and neighbours.
But, to the point of my entry, let me list what I have not listed but watched since our last similar entry.
Chuecatown - another gay/bear movie
A Beautiful Mind - by the end of it I was clearly sobbing.
Red Cliff - this was a “leftover” I had to finish.
Coco avant Chanel - this was at the cinema.
Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle - kinda gross, but.
Thank you for smoking - “If you want the easy job go work for the Red Cross”.
Juste une question d’amour - coming out story with sexy protagonists and believable story.
La Spagnola - sold as “The best Australian comedy since Muriel’s Wedding”, this is no comedy!
Matchstick Men - moving, if you came to think about what actually makes us change.
Lucky Number Slevin - first attempt to watch it failed for some reason, but nevertheless loved it this time from beginning till end.
We had a conversation and I have introduced myself. This is how I know your name. If I revert to ask how are you and you reply “Nice. Who are you?” that is grammatically, semantics-wise and logically incorrect. Maybe you are fine, you are definitely not nice, mainly because you’re definitely not that much into me or you’re amnesic, confused or rude. Either way I won’t dignify you with another conversation attempt. Apart from this blog entry that is.