Been working on The Assemblagist website of mine for weeks and just left this one in the dust. Meanwhile, we adopted a new puppy. Not just a puppy, I mean ahhhhh, uhhhh, she’s like Mothra – the giant pup who will stomp her way through life devouring entire communities with one chomp. I should teach the grandballoons to stay in a little wagon while chanting “Proxxxxxyyyyy, Proxxxxxyyyyyy”. (instead of two little girls chanting Mofra, Mofra… get it?) The gigantous canine goes by many names – ranging from Jesus H. Christ to Goddammmmit, to Proxy, Roxanne, and Miss Petunia. We try to use Proxy the most. She also goes by “KENNEL!! KENNEL!!” when all else fails.
She’s a sweet pea, about 25 lbs and 4 months old. Paws the size of a sabertooth tiger’s, legs like the trunks of a 200 year old oak tree. Solid and dependable. Maybe we should have named her F150.
Life here on Brown Street breeds creativity — better than familiarity which, as we all know, just breeds contempt. Time for Survivor… which gets worse every season and yet, for some damn reason, I am compelled to watch every freaking episode.
Oh wait! Signed on to Art House Coop’s latest projects. Check them out, they’re some fine Atlanta folk. Tell them ChipgeeSwizzle said “hey”.