Timothy Go Inside, Frankly

I am so sincerely glad it’s Friday! I am not usually so glad. I worked three days in a row and it’s as though I am a Chilean miner. You get in the zone of your schedule and then when that zone gets fucked up by having to sub for a different teacher it’s like, why god! WHY ME OHHHHHH campus on a Thursday THE HORROR.

I am very excited to get into some sweatpants and seriously devote myself to Wind Waker tonight. I may also drink a beer; there’s literally no telling what-all I might get up to! Cattin’ around the house in my sweats! What’s not to like?

Two days in a row of daycare left the snoopy nigh-hysterical. When I picked him up yesterday he was sobbing and yelling, standing at the door of daycare while I paid the bill, looking at me like COME ON! PLEASE CAN WE GO! Not so fast young man, it’s into the giant industrial dog-washing tub with you! For $15, an outrageous sum, you can wash your dog right there. I have to admit, after months of slaving away over the bathtub at home, killing my back, dealing with copious amounts of splashing and dog hair covering everything, and then having to scrub the tub like a washerwoman at Downton Abbey, it does feel like a luxury to use the facilities at daycare (also a note of honesty: I never wash our dog, that is the old man’s job, so my statements regarding luxury and Downton Abbey are to be found highly suspect and perhaps a word like “lazy” ought to be stuck in there somewhere instead, I’ll be the first person to admit). It’s this giant tub where you can stand upright whilst you use it. They have a big hose you can move all around to get at his undercarriage and his face and everything, his long piggy tail. They have aprons you can wear! They have a wide variety of products, including one labeled “facial scrub,” which, I will not dignify that with a comment except to say please, please god let it be a joke. They have nail clippers and all manner of brush and comb. They have towels! So you make a huge mess and then you just bail, leaving your sick dog hair and balled-up towel on the floor in a huge puddle of suds and water like FUCK YOUUUU. For $15 that’s quite a bargain!

So Mr. Clean Jeans came home, drank 2 bowls of water, threw up, and went straight to bed.

It’s ruff on him.

Today he stayed home with a big frozen kong and we will just hope he does not get up a ruckus.

Very interesting, isn’t it, all the ins and outs of life with snoopy! What could be more fascinating for total strangers to read on the internet

THIS: http://www.theawl.com/2012/10/tippi-hedren-hitchcock-and-lions#more

Just saying

Put a new post up on Advice. It’s about making friends!

Got another good one in the hopper, too. Keep them coming, you people.

So yes, TG it’s F for sure. I am tired. Getting up at 6:20 each morning (not counting Wednesday when I got up at 4:45 for an airport run, UGH) is but a drag. It’s not so much the getting up, which is easy to do if you go to bed at NINE FORTY FIVE like a horrible toddler. It’s just how dark and cold it is. For the first time, I am eagerly anticipating daylight savings. I prefer to get up when a crack of dawn is showing. It’s eerie to walk the dog in the pitch dark, but then you can hear the neighbor’s chickens clucking. Somebody is getting up at 5:30 to let the chickens out into the pitch dark? You can believe that my vague desire to own chickens has been brutally nipped in the bud.

I’m at the dungeon in Wind Waker that’s all water, rising and falling. I died four times before I realized you can make the boat move without a sail. “It’s the journey, not the destination.” Just a little Zelda update for you.

My old man spends all his free time reading film theory, and I spend all of mine cooking, reading tarot cards, writing emails, reading novels, or playing Zelda. Which of us is the better scholar? It’s pretty obvious. This depresses me but I find it very difficult to change my ways. I’ve always been a novel reader and it’s hard to force that transition into reading Adorno in your leisure time, which is what I should have been doing for at least 5 years. He reads film theory IN BED.

I taught Renaissance madrigals yesterday. Talked a lot about orgasms.

“That’s it! That’s all there is to it!”