The Magnet

Talk about coming out of the woodwork.

I never really noticed it before, but people with dogs tend to meet new and exciting people every time they take their dog out for a walk. Especially when the dog in question is a puppy. Especiallier when it’s a man walking a cute puppy. I swear, if I had realized just what a girl-magnet a cute puppy was I would have gotten a new puppy every six months when I was in college. I can’t seem to walk five feet without being accosted by some good-looking young lady or three cooing and ooo-ing over Trixie and asking me if they can pet her. Then they ask her name. Then MY name. And if I were a single man I bet I could get at LEAST two dates a DAY just by walking my dog. It’s fricking amazing.

Seriously, where the heck were all these cuties when I was single?!

Pooped Pup Poopey

Trixie is making me tired.

It’s 12:30am Wednesday morning and I can’t go to bed because Super-Pup is too busy playing to get into her cate and go to sleep. Which means I can’t go to sleep. Which means I’m awake to write this post informing all of you that I’m awake.

Awake, and grouchy.

I’m so tired I can’t even begin to explain it all except in vague, unhelpful terms. Terms like bone weary, utterly exhausted and zombie-like state all fail to adequately describe to you, dear minion(s), how empty my tank is. If I could, I’d go back in time four days and slap myself silly for even considering adopting a puppy when there was so many other things going on in my life that I was already unable to get more than four hours of sleep a night. Of course, after beating myself up I’d STILL demand that I get the puppy because she’s soooo worth it, but still. If she were any more of a pain in the… Awwww, she just gave me the tilted head, puppy eyed look!

[icy heart melting]

Oh well, at least we’ve already made some progress on the housetraining front. Today she peed and pooped outside three times… on purpose! Of course she peed and pooped INside six times, but I still consider today a big win. Especially when you consider she’s only 3 months old and is scared poopless (literally) of walking down the street. In fact, once she’s house trained I think she’ll be a champion bladder controller, because she took a two hour nap, ate a full meal AND I walked her for 45 minutes but she still managed to hold it in until 30 seconds after walking in the front door.

And people wonder why I named her “Tricksy.”

Who Let The Dogs Out?

I must be a masochist.

I say that because even though I have a 1 year old little girl, a job that requires frequent and extended travel away from home, a portfolio that has been soundly trashed by the crashing markets AND a loving wife who has never in her life had a pet of any kind, we decided to adopt a dog. And not just any dog, no. THAT would be far too easy. So of course we had to adopt the cutest dog we could find at the shelter that just happened to be a mix of Labrador Retriever and Border Collie, which shall henceforth be known as a “Labracollie”.

I liked it better than Border Retriever.

For those who may not know, Border Collies are fricking SMART. And active. Very, very active. And Labs are also pretty active and need constant attention. Add into this mix that Trixie (yeah, yeah, yeah) is only about 3 months old and completely NOT housetrained and you can probably understand why I’m so scattered right now. I’ll post pics as soon as I can, but suffice it to say that both Trixie and The Mighty Baby get along pretty great so far and Trixie is fast becoming a great addition to the family.

Even with all the poop and pee. Ew.

What’s the Deal?

I keep writing posts but about halfway through I get bogged down and just stop. Right now there are 16 half-written posts waiting in WordPress for me to finish them. I think I need someone to give my creative juices a swift kick in the butt.

HEY! That was supposed to be a rhetorical kick! Ow!

Drool…

I got a new monitor.

It’s hard to write at the moment, possibly because each letter I type is about three inches tall on my new 26″ Planar PX2611w monitor because I can’t get my computer to properly sync with it. For some silly reason it keeps defaulting to 1280×720, which makes everything on the screen HUGE!

Wow, writing in all caps DOES hurt.

Anywaste, now that I have this monster I’m looking forward to working on the computer more since everything will be so much… bigger. Bigger is gooder. Mmmm… juicy bigness. Must resist urge to fondle giant monitor…

Man, this thing is huge.

OK, after futzing around I figured out what the problem is, and it suxxors to be me. Apparently, my graphics card is insisting on lowering the resolution of my new monitor to match the resolution of my old monitor, which is 1280×720. This is a bummer since I was hoping to have dual monitors which would have made my life much easier, especially when using Photoshop. I’m going to have to look into this a bit more since I believe I should be able to use different resolutions on two monitors (I know I’ve done it before) but I can’t seem to figure it out right now.

On another note, what the heck’s up (down) with the stock market?!

[edit]
OK, I figured out the problem and now I have two monitors set up as one GIANT monitor! Yay! Also, I am now blind.

Mapping The Future

So, I’m going insane… insane-er.

The reason I haven’t been writing lately is that every time I start writing I make the mistake of looking at news sites or turning on my TV and I see stuff that makes me unable to write anything funny. A real estate meltdown, a presidential debate, a bank collapsing, a failed bailout, etc. No matter what I start writing about it almost always turns into a diatribe on current events, which is something I didn’t want to ever do. So, instead of writing something fun, I just didn’t write anything at all.

But now I’m bored with not writing.

So, in the hopes of getting SOME sort of writing done on this site, I figured I’d allow myself some small amount of serious posts here and in so doing hopefully write other, more funny, stuff all the other times I post. I have no idea what I’ll be saying, but truth be told, I have a lot of topics to choose from so almost anything goes. I’m not saying these ‘other’ posts won’t be funny or silly, I’m still The Mighty Geek, but they might not be.

You have been warned.

Here’s a little something on a more Geeky note. I’ve been playing around with Google Maps for the last day or so, and I’ve created one that I think might be fun. It’s called “Where in the World is GeekMan?” and it’s a map showing all the hotels I’ve stayed at during my travels. Now, it’s FAR from a complete listing since I’ve only included about the last year and a half of my travels, plus a few others that I remembered off the top of my head, but I’ll be adding every place I travel to from now on and marking where I am with a green thumbtack. Plus, I’ll keep adding all the places I’ve been to in the past as soon as I can remember all of them. And hey, if you see a green thumbtack in your neck of the woods, drop me a line! You never know… you might be lucky enough to score a drink with The Mighty Geek!

Ahem.

The drink would be a very manly Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri, of course. With a little pink paper umbrella. And a crazy straw with a loop-dee-loop. And a cherry on top. But no whipped cream, because I’m lactose intolerant. Huh? What do you mean, “Why a daiquiri?” It’s obvious, isn’t it? Because only a real Man can handle such a manly drink, that’s why. And I’m the fricking Mighty Geek, baby. That’s right. You know you like it. Who’s your daddy? Who’s your Daddy?

I am. I am your Daddy. Boo-Yah.