Aaron is trying to teach Damien how to speak because, he says teaching them how to bark is the first step in teaching them not to bark.
I don't know how this could possibly be true, especially since he doesn't bark except when we're not home, but it's amusing to watch him try.
This is what Aaron says: "Damien, speak!"
This is what the dog does: stares blankly.
This is what Aaron says: "Damien, speak! Rowrorororor"
This is what the dog does: cocks his head.
This is what Aaron says: "Damien, speak! Woof! Woof!"
This is what the dog does: walks away.
For all we know, Aaron is saying, "Fuck you and your mother" in dogese.
There is a new market open in the neighborhood, and I love it so much, but mostly just because it's half a block away instead of a block and a half. What is that saying? The lazy shall inherit the earth? No, the weak...or the meek? Lazy people are weak and meek. It's correct by association.
Obviously, I have had a very long day, beginning with a manic hair dye session with my favorite stylist ever, Morgan at Trimmers on Haight. One repigmentation, one black streaking process, one all-over reddish burgendyish coloring process, a quick shot with the blowdryer, and I hailed the first cab I saw and jetted off to work. I was exactly on time (though the cab ride cost $20 since I didn't want to wait for him to give me change...first time ever I said, "Keep the change!". V. exciting and metropolitan.) I HATE being late for work, although I'm compulsively late when it comes to social obligations, so perhaps it was worth the $8 tip.
In any event, I have nothing else to say.
one year ago today: nothin. two years ago today: "i dunno. i'm still very neutral towards everything, but the placebo effect of these pills is helping." and "sequence of events " three years ago today: "i think i'm addicted to froot loops."