The Mutt Manifestation

As we get into the dog days of summer, I thought I'd tell a story about dogs. A story of animal magnetism. A story about manifesting a million dogs.

So, I was taking a walk at the park the other day. While I was wandering around, I called someone and chatted with them for a while. It had been a while since we talked, so we had a bit to catch up on. Sometime during the phone conversation, I saw a man playing fetch with his dog. He threw the toy, and the dog went running after it. But instead of heading back towards its owner, the dog went in a different direction. The man tried to call his pet over, but the dog proceeded to come up to me instead. I pet it for a minute, until the man succeeded in getting his dog's attention. The guy was apologetic, but I wasn't bothered, because I got to pet a dog.

Keratin-Destroying Laptop

Along with the old desktop, I also had the idea of cleaning my laptop. The screen had a ton of spots and smears, and just looked awful. Wiped it off with a slightly damp cloth, and the difference was fantastic. I imagined the fan inside of it also needed cleaning, too, though I was nervous at the prospect of opening up my laptop to do so. I'm not exactly the most brilliant when it comes to assembling or disassembling things. I'm amazed that my friend and I put together an entertainment center, because neither of us had a clue what we were doing.

The Tower of Filth

Some time ago, I went on an epic cleaning spree of my room. I was vacuuming, dusting, sorting through stuff... And during the process, I also had the idea to do some computer-related tasks I'd been contemplating for a long while. So buckle in and prepare for the ride, because it's going to be quite a tale.

Summoning Quail

The other day, my brother had just come home, and I was at the front door, watching as he got out of the car. As I waited for him to come in, I noticed a quail wandering around nearby. My brother started heading towards the house, and the quail moved away from him.

I'm not a smart bird...

Everyone Knows It's Windy

So, where I live, we sometimes have windy days. So windy, in fact, that I think I can truly understand that passage in James Herriot's books. In Yorkshire, he said, they have what's called 'thin wind' or a 'lazy wind', so called because it can't be bothered to blow around you, but instead just blows straight through you. Cold weather here is ten times worse when the wind is fierce, let me tell you.