frequently correct.

olive the dog, y'all.
our dog.
she doesn't have many uses.
mostly pooping, barking, and eating,
and all of those at inopportune moments...
and thus, usually, she's not so awesome.
if i wasn't such a sucker for good-lookin' things,
she'd be in plenty bad shape, indeed.
but,
she's pretty cute in the big dumb block-head department,
and she does have one very excellent skill:
savage berserker battle-beastliness.
yeah.
a willingness, or even a determination to destroy.
infinity in it's natural form, duders.
no matter how windy it gets,
some stuff doesn't change.
i know, i know,
that's not always a good thing;
but lately, ninjas, it SO is.
why?
well,
because chipmunks are A*holes.
...like i already told you.
but what i didn't know was that the little A*holes have been
robbing my wifi and reading this blog,
(at least somebody is reading it)
and must've taken offense at my estimation of their character.
of course,
they only proved me right yet again.
do y'know where it's probably not such a good idea
to be small and furry and delicious looking?
yessiree,
inside the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
alongside the barbarian terrier of terror.
which is exactly where one of those little dummies showed up.
up and out and into the house.
and into hours and hours of crushing canine chaos, kids.
fast, furious, ferocious fangs and quick-steppin' paws.
like a crashing smashing cartoon chase through the house,
all tom and jerry like a mutha-ucka, an' that.
for the day and some of the night as well.
i mean,
you've really got to be some kind of anti-instinctual idiot.
right?
but then again,
this is where ALL the seeds are kept.
no more sharing, or even fighting,
provided it could've outsmarted the watchdog.
i keep thinking of fraggle rock, and gorgs an' sh!t.
but if that miniature mutha-fuzzer had succeeded,
he'd be the most chipper of all the 'munks, huh?
i don't know if he got outside successfully.
i think so.
we haven't heard him squeaking in horror for a while now.
then again,
that may be because he's sizzling away
in stomach sauce in olive's bellyhole.
inside out,
and upside down.
disorder in the natural order.
suicidal protests at electronic name-calling.
and dio's dead, too.
as if the natural world has been flipped on it's axis.
that's right, holy divers;
never quiet, never soft.....