March 15th, 2004


Dog of the future! Tomorrow's dog TODAY!

Rudy likes the internet. Earlier, while I was on a conference call, he climbed up on my lap and licked an AOL popup ad that was on my screen. He also licked a small picture of Mr. T that was in a post on a message board.

Now he's laying down next to me with his head resting on my lap. Every once in a while, he stretches his head forward and licks the modem port on the computer a few times, as if hoping to connect.

Clearly, it's time to install a mini-PCI wireless network card in him, with his tail as the antenna.

Shamrock Shake

Hey, I know what you're doing on Wednesday. You're pretending to be 1/4 Irish and getting wasted. But, what are you doing FRIDAY, after the hangover passes? I'll tell you what. You're going to Kincora's Pub in Capitol Hill for the Soulcial. Once again, Django, Sunshine, and I will be spinning sweet soul music from 10pm until they kick us out. Come on out, drink some cheap beer, and shake what your mama gave you.