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A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 


We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Everything looks different after 3 shot glasses of NyQuil


I am sick. Yenny was sick last week. But she does not recognize illnesses. She believes that if you recognize some things it then has power over you. She then goes to the gym in shorts in 20 degree weather without the aid of a coat. If you haven't noticed yet by reading this forum - Yenny and I approach things in diametrically opposite ways. If she was to explain it she would say we are like 'antipodal points' - which is a mathematical term (therefore achieving her 3 Asian Power Points in the ongoing stealth scrabble game we call life).

It works out somehow. She watches enough bad sitcoms and reality TV shows (she is an insomniac - so she has the time) to understand the foundation of my life and I invested most of my dating career chasing high IQ'd/low-social-skilled men. And I watch a ton of the Science Channel. Really more than I probably should. All told. We are the modern equivalent of Oscar and Felix. (<< if you have to click that link you should just leave and not come back. You are too young to be reading this shit. And too sheltered.) I am far and away playing the part of Oscar.

That's right. Yenny is the female Asian equivalent of Jack Lemmon. {smile} Please always think of that when interfacing with her in the future. Do it for me.

But back to me being sick. I am sick. My approach to illness is paranoia, paranoia, cough, suspicion, clorox wipe, pre-medicate, denial, intense headache, overall inventory of things that are going wrong in my life, check thyroid levels, confirm that all thyroid levels are totally whak (this is normal), clorox wipe, try to blame the dog, body aches, fever, mucus overload, buyout CVS of every item in cold/allergy aisle and then check behind the pharmacist counter to see what meth addicts might be keeping from my shopping experience, add Mucinex, question whether I got the correct color of Mucinex, get over emotional about having worked at a Health Network and STILL don't know the bloody difference between the Mucinex color coding chaos theory of marketing (don't they know sick people can't think or read when they know they need your product??? make it EASIER!), question my intelligence as compared to the local meth lab manager, wonder if meth labs have a monthly mortgage, elicit expletives, insult dogs hygiene as if I am not related to the upkeep of it, over-medicate, over-medicate, eat carbs (cause I'll be dead soon and what the hell?), feel amazingly stupid, notice that the suspected loss of IQ has greatly improved my mood, get a little proud of the fact that my voice now sounds like the guy from the Green Mile (big dude, not TH), say sexy sentences to the dog to see if he is attracted to my new voice, eat chocolate, complain, over-medicate.... and then go to a doctor.

Hey,... it's a process.

I have a doctors appointment today. Yenny is in Boston hiding from me. (but as you see below I try to keep her informated about important stuff going on with me. So she won't miss me too much.)