2. Yesterday,
3. I downloaded the new Wilco live album last night and so far it's incredible. I didn't see this tour but I distinctly remember
4. The puppies are getting better, w/r/t the whole abandonment thing. The apartment was still standing when I got home yesterday, and we were able to sleep most of the night. Their personalities continue to get defined/refined as we play with them; Lily is a firecracker, Lola ultimately just wants to be held.
5. There's a TV ad campaign running now - I think it's for some shitty beer like Natty Light or something - and there's one commercial in particular wherein a group of 3 hicks are working on a car engine, and then one of them sees a dog and starts talking all cutesy, and then a gigantic can of beer falls on his head and obliterates him. I knew I would end up being one of those guys once we had a dog in the house, and now it's just gotten absurd. For all the anxiety I'm feeling about taking care of them when I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, I'm also ridiculously smitten with them. Is this what Patton Oswalt referred to as being a dog fag? I apologize in advance.