Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween, Critical Mass Commentary and Wendell Update....E

San Franciscoans take Halloween seriously!  Last night on my way home from work, I must have seen hundreds of people dressed up in costumes.  (This contrasts with just "mere" dozens I might see on a daily basis.)  There were Elvis's on bikes, men dressed as women, zombies in business suits...you name it, I saw it. 

What was most interesting to me was that the normal Joe or Jill on the sidewalk seemed to pay no attention.  I saw no laughs, no chuckles, no stares, no double take looks etc.  People seemed to take the costumes in stride like it was no big thing.  Folks in our office even got into the act.  Here is the guy we entrust with installing our most complex customers. 

It was pretty hard to not laugh when I sat down with him for a meeting.  He left the mask on...sort of hard to focus on the task at hand with a guy in a mask, leotards and WWF belt on.  Christine and I are looking forward to tonight...true Halloween.  This place will be more out of control than usual.

I am sure if this web site gets Google Spidered that I might get angry comments  for what I am about to write, but I don't care.  It needs to be said.

Last night, Christine and I had our first experience with a bicycle awareness event/group called Critical Mass.  Here is the website Critical Mass.  I am sure the idea started off with some sanity...but as usual in this country good things get coopted by knuckleheads.  In a nutshell, Critical Mass was started as an event to call awareness to cycling sharing the road with cars and safety.  The last Friday of every month, all over the world, thousands of cyclist ride en masse on preselected routes in major cities to draw attention.  Sounds good right?

As a safe, law abiding and avid cyclist, what I saw last night really pissed me off.  Thousands of riders purposely and unlawfully blocking intersections.  Cyclists were riding out in front of cars (who had the green light right of way) and standing in front of them.  There were jamochs riding on the wrong side of the road and riders smacking cars.  It was a critical mass of stupidity.

Critical Mass may have started with good intent.  However the shirtless idiots with mohawks and cans of beer in hand (yup...true) riding up the wrong side of the road are not doing anything more than making people more angry about cyclists.  I suspect the car driver who had a Critical Masser pounding on his hood last night will only be more agressive with guys like me and the hundrerds of thousands of other law abiding two wheelers the next time they see us on the road.  In fact, I doubt the majority of folks we saw last night are even true cyclists.  I suspect they are only participating because it is a way to hide in a crowd and cause a problem. 

Shame on Critical Mass organizers who have moved the right and noble intent from calling attention to cycling to a demonstration vehicle for dumb ass behaviour. 


Mr. Wendell Update!

Our handsome guy is back to 100%.  He is eating, running around the house and giving the ladies his "pick me up look" like normal.  One great byproduct of his surgery...his breath has totally improved.  Before, he really had a problem with nasty smelling breath...the operation has totally eliminated that. 


The next update, Ms. Pepper and Mr. Wendell on some city observations!





Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I was going to talk about Pepper....By Mr. Wendell


Whoa!

I was going to trash Ms. Princess Butt on today's blog.  Because she threw a major hissy fit last week at the vets. My mom took us in to get our nails done. 

Nails!  You would have thought Pepper was being water- boarded by terrorists the way she was yelping.  Clip.  Scream!  Clip.  Scream!

After her nails got clipped, the thermometer came out!   Pepper hates anyone looking at her butt, touching her butt, sniffing her butt or even thinking about her butt.  The thermometer is a tool for evil!  It took three people to hold her down, a muzzle and one whole person to try to pry her tail up so they could get her temperature.  The carrying on!  Drama.  Drama.  Drama.

I was going to tell you all this...but, I have my own story to tell.

This morning my mom bundled me up and took ME back to the vets office.  I was a little worried, but hey! my vet is a quite blonde chick...so I am thinking maybe she just needed a little more of my handsomeness and undeniable charm.  I am such a love machine.

Well, today was not a fun day for me.  My mom handed me over and then I got put into a cage.  There was a CAT in the cell next to me.  "What are you in for?" I asked.  The cat hissed "declawing and at least I will get out of here alive.  You may end up in a Cashew Chicken Dish if the vet makes a mistake"  Well, that pissed me off and I barked for the warden.

Well, the barking got some attention.  They took me in a room and popped out a big needle.  I was feeling guilty as I had pee'd on the throw rug the other night.   But I did not think that I would get capital punishment for a little urine.  In went the needle...

The next thing I remember, I woke up and my mouth hurt.  Apparently, when I went to the vet last week, she thought I needed four teeth removed because they were growing a little crookedly.  I laid there as high as a kite on pain killers for a while until my mom came to pick me up.  

I was so glad to see her.  She took me home and I have been laying around ever since.  Pepper even seemed to miss me.  

"What happened to you?" she asked.    "Thermometer, I grunted...a new kind of thermometer..it is your turn next week...."

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Saturday in San Francisco






I thought I would share our Saturday with you!  Today was the first fairly normal Saturday since we got here three weeks ago.  We have been so busy moving in and getting weekend errands done.  Now, we are hitting our Saturday stride!

We had a good start by heading down to the Four Seasons LA Fitness Center for a workout.  This gym came highly recommended to me as the best place in the city for triathletes to swim.  The pool is a saline pool...it has no chlorine!!!!  After an hour, we headed back to get our day on the way.

After walking the pups, we headed out to a suburb called Daly City.  This is where most of the downtowners go when they need to hit places like Costco, Home Depot, Target etc.  The shopping in downtown is great...if you are looking for "fashion", high end furniture or $2 whiskey liquor stores..  However, if you need paper towels, 24 packs of hot dog buns or paint brushes, most people rent a Zip Car or take their own cars out to Daly City.  It has been a mad house both times we went!

We then spent the afternoon putting the living room together.  Our furniture had trickled in over the week and we had to get things pulled together.  Even though the room is 16 by 25 or so, we moved the stuff  like 12,278 times before we got it right (my idea...right!).  I will post a photo when we get the pictures hung and the like.

The dogs are so happy to have furniture to hang out on.  It was a pain for them over the last few weeks as we really had no furniture for them to lay around on.  They had to resort (oh, the horror!!!) to laying on dog pillows on the floor. 

Christine and I have decided to hit a new restuarant every Saturday.  There are so many great places to eat within five minutes of our humble palace.

Today we went to a place called Zuni's Cafe...here is the link to the site... http://www.zunicafe.com/  We both had perhaps the best hambuger we have had in a while (no Red Robins close) and washed them down with fresh lime squeezed margharitas.  I won't lie...it was realllllly tasty!  (Lynda, yes, you are still the best bartender ever!...we texted you as we were sipping one...pictured below!)




So, that was our day.  

The next post will come Tuesday or so.  Mr. Wendell wants to tell you about he and Pepper's recent visit to the vet.  BTW, Google has changed up some of the templates on the Blogspot product.  The spacing and other formatting is giving me a bit of a challenge...sorry for the odd look.

Ed



Sunday, October 18, 2009

I am NOT food...by Pepper


What is it with you street people here?


I am not talking about your appearance, where and how you live, your constant talking to yourself and all of the odd little messes you make around the city. I am not judging that here.


What I really want to know is: "What is your fixation on telling me and my brother that we will end up as food if we stray into certain areas of town?".


Two weeks ago my brother told you about the guy who warned us that Wendell and I would end up in sweet and sour soup if we got lost in China town.


Yesterday, one of your down and out club members saw us walking. He turned, looked directly at me, squinted and issued another "you will end up as food" warning. Clear as a bell, no stutter, no slur...this guy believed what he said.


"Be careful. If you go to China town, they will chop you up in little pieces and fry you up in an egg roll".


My dad pulled the leashes tight because I started barking. I was seriously thinking about going "pit-chihuahua" on his ass. Mr. Wendell laughed and said he loves egg rolls. Tail wagging idiot...I am hoping that he did not realize this guy was talking about us. The alternative explanation is too depressing.
Two encounters with homeless people and two warnings that I will end up as Kung-pow.

Now, I am really worried every time my mom says it is time to "Wok the dog"...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

4 and 1/2 feet of Dynamite by Ed


Two weeks into city living and all of us are adapting quite well. Mr. Wendell and Pepper are walking with a lot of confidence. They have gradually gotten more used to the sounds, motion and people that they meet on their daily excursions.

I have been riding the "Muni" every day back and forth to work. The 2.0 miles or so to work is a little long to walk on most days. So, I turned into a legitimate city dweller and bought a pass to the Muni. The Muni is the subway here in San Francisco. It is pretty clean, easy to ride and fast...it only takes about 12 minutes door to door for me to get back and forth to work. Walking it took me 35 minutes.

Most days, the Muni is not very crowded. However, Friday night is a mad house. You have heard of the "Thrilla in Manilla" right? Well...Friday night is what I now call "Fight Night on the Muni..."

(Read in your best boxxing announcer voice....)

In this corner, hailing from Berlin Center, Ohio wearing the Blue Suit and White Shirt, weighing in at 172 lbs...with a Muni Fight record of 0-2...

"Misssssster Pooooooooliiiiiiiite!"

And in this corner, standing four foot six and weighing in at 87 lbs, hailing from San Francisco or China, or Japan or Korea....with a Friday Night Muni Fight Record of 100-0 with 89 knockouts and 11 fatal wounds inflicted....the Little Unnamed Asian Lady...

Four and a Half feet of Dyyyyyyyy-noooooooooo-mite!!!!


Seriously...picture 100 tired middle aged guys in business suits and 10 little old Asian ladies clutching handbags trying to get into the Muni. You would think that the size and strength would win out. Frankly, it is not even a fair fight...

The train pulls up....the door slowly opens and then the blood flies. Pushing, shoving, kicking, men crying for their mommas, biting, screaming, elbows flying and the distinct sound of bodies slamming up against the train walls...

It looks like a Texas Cage Fight...with more blood!!!! When the bell rings for the door to close and the train to move the only ones standing are the little old Asian ladies.

I would love to say I am exaggerating.

Maybe I am a little bit...

Most of the kind looking little old Asian ladies are less than 4' 6""!!!!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

My new life...and my sister the scaredy cat...by Mr. Wendell



My sister and I have been city dogs for a week now. I am loving city life.


There are so many sights and sounds here that I did not know even existed. Every walk, even a walk down the same sidewalk I went down yesterday, presents a new experience. The smells are a veritable pot pourri of stuff dogs like! Food, people, pee (everywhere), garbage...you name it. Sometimes, there are smells that my mom and dad make a big deal about. I have to tell you, there must be some BIIIIIIIG dogs here whose owners don't pick up after themselves. My mom and dad seem to think that dogs are not making the messes, but I think so.


Here is my walk...starting with a picture of my sister in the elevator...carrying on about the fact that we have to ride in this box that goes up and down. She should be happier than she is. We could still be in Seattle in the rain.



Then, this is what I think my parents call "our" back yard. I think it is where they go when they are feeling lazy and don't want to take us to the park to "take care of business" like other dogs get to do.



On Monday night, there was a man standing in front of a building a few blocks away from us. He had a brown bag in his hands and it looked like he had just left SafeWay because he had a shopping cart. Though he must have drank all of his soda on the way home, because he had s bunch of empty soda bottles in the cart. He wobbled, then smiled at me and my sister and gave us some "just moved to the city" advice.


"Stay out of China-Town...I hear people make soup out of good tender looking puppies like you there!"


(TRUE STORY BY THE WAY...the EDitor) I looked at Pepper and told her they would not use me for soup because they only want sour dogs like her for the sweet and sour soup! She growled at me and then at the man. My mom and dad seemed to pick up speed as they walked away.


My dad, who is always helping people, offered the guy some career advice..."Get a job!". My dad is such a role model.


When my mom and dad take us on a long walk, they take us through some cool parks and buildings that they call Civic Center. There are a bunch of old buildings...City Hall, a few museums, a place where fat ladies sing for money and a theater or two. Here is a picture of City Hall. My sister and I like it here because there is a lot of grass to run on.






Well, thats my walk. So far, I am having a great time. Pepper is still walking around with her ears pinned back. Hopefully, she will learn to like it here like me, my mom and dad!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

You cannot make this stuff up...


First, let me state that we love San Francisco so far. We love the condo, the weather, the neighborhood, the new job...love, love, love.

However, I must say we are four out of four days on shaking our heads in amusement and perplexion over what we see here. It is almost like we have beamed onto another planet.

Two things hit us today.

First, above is a Vallejo (suburb) police car with a proposed new sponsorship. Apparently, PETA wants to get the word out that vegetarianism is a good thing. They are proposing "sponsorships" of police cars with the above advertisement. "Lettuce Serve and Protect" being the key slogan. To be clear, I think PETA does many great things. I easily agree that people who are cruel to animals and hunt for sport without consumption are lowlifes... However, putting this cheesey ad on police cars is weird in so many ways. Every self respecting police officer has to be amazed that a city would contemplate allowing this to happen.

Secondly, we have had our third run in with service people laziness that we have been warned about here by many people. On Friday afternoon, we had two delivery people from Best Buy show up at our place to deliver a washer and dryer. After surveying the situation, they decided that installing a washer and dryer in our unit would be impossible. Never mind that 13 other people had washers and dryers installed...many by Best Buy. Our unit must have been different from every other. Christine called Best Buy and read them the riot act. They agreed to send someone else out today. Wellllllll.......

Today, they came out to attempt to deliver and install the washer and dryer again. Christine buzzed in the delivery guy and greeted him at the door. As he was standing alone, Christine looks past him and inquires if his helper would be coming up.

The delivery guy looks puzzled and asks her why she thought another person would be there. Christine responded logically...."I thought it would take two people to get the washer and dryer on the elevator and installed." The delivery guy looked uncomfortable before stating "I did not bring a washer and dryer...no one told me to."

What the heck was he here for? A site survey? A friendly visit? Coffee and cookies?

Now, I know how my wife gets when she gets mad. It ain't pretty. I would have paid good money to watch and listen as she went off. "Forgot the washer and dryer?" !(#&$&%T&!!!!!!

Mr. Wendell will be posting next...he has a few experiences he would like to share....

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Move In Days...by Mr. Wendell and Ed




Wendell:


My tail cannot stop wagging!



My mom and dad are finally sitting down after two and a half days of moving , unpacking and throwing stuff away. They worked pretty hard so they could get things set up enough before my dad supposedly goes back to work tomorrow. I am not sure he remembers how to work after goofing off for over a month.

My sister and I are learning the sounds, sights and smells of our new neighborhood. There sure are a lot dogs (and people) marking trees, buildings and fire hydrants here. We also are learning more about traffic lights than we ever wanted to know.

I think we are going to like it here. The first couple walks were scary...some odd people walking around (more on that later...Ed) and lots of cars. It does seem to be a lot calmer now than yesterday.

I can tell we are going to have some good times here.

Mr. Wendell




Ed

Mr. Wendell has it right. The rest of the day, Christine and I are sitting on our butts, drinking some wine and watching TV. We are tired!

The move went perfectly. We are all in and have much of the boxes at least unpacked. Things are mostly in Version 1.0 placement. One of the real learnings of moving from a 3,200 sq. foot house to an 1,150 sq foot condo is that we had way too much unnecessary stuff. Since our things have been packed for 90 days or so, we had forgotten about all of the things we thought were important to keep. Unpacking the boxes, there were dozens of times either of us asked...why the heck did we pack this again? Needless to say, Goodwill is going to get a bunch of stuff that others can put to good use. We have now implemented a new house rule: If you buy something new, you have to get rid of two other things that you are not using to make way. We will see how long that lasts when my lovely bride wants a new purse, shoes or dog item. (Update- 5 minutes after posting the original blog, Christine read this sentence and said she did not agree that this policy applied to shoes and also modifed the purse exchange to a 1:1 rate. After thinking about this, I am reserving future running, swimming or biking purchases....and so the future larger public storage bin stock pile starts....)



Saturday was pretty darn interesting. An organization called LoveEvolution.org puts on this thing called "LoveFest" every year in the Civic Center area...about 5 blocks from us. The event is a fund raiser for various local non-profits. It is an event mostly built around techno music concerts, food and dancing.


Apparently, one of the main "features" of LoveFest is ladies (and men) walking around in bikinis/underwear/skin painted like clothing.






Imagine hundreds if not thousands of scantily clad young ladies walking down the city streets. Not that I am a prude or too old to enjoy the scenery...but my midwestern sensibilities were tested for sure! It was not a regular event in Berlin Center, Ohio to see girls walking around in underwear.



At the Love Evolution WebSite...I cut and pasted the mission of the event.


San Francisco LovEvolution exists to produce a celebration of the highest forms of electronic music culture and technology, in the belief that dance promotes peace, love, unity and respect.
The purpose of this organization is to serve the electronic dance music community by organizing public events, presenting electronic art forms, generating funds to support artistic development, advancing music education & production, as well as the right to dance and educating the public regarding the rights and contributions of our community.



The San Francisco LovEvolution is dedicated to giving back to the community, with a portion of proceeds going to participating non-profit organizations. This year's event is a continuity of past events, with a parade down Market St and festival at Civic Center plaza. A celebration of music, love, diversity, tolerance, dance, and community. Dance music has always had a special ability to bring people together in the shared beauty of a universal vibe. Our community by and large remains 'underground' in U.S. pop culture due to very little support from radio and MTV, etc. We know that in a culture awash in conflict, materialism, superficial concerns, and greed, an event of this kind can lift the spirits and the hopes of those who to surrender to it's power. The power of dance. The power of music. The power of community. We do not dance in the streets to escape the reality of our times - we dance to face them as a community, pointing the direction to a better way, set to beats and the full color of our expression. We gather to inspire and motivate social action by us, the youth, the people who will inherit this mess and have to do something about it to turn the tide. We intend to make the event a platform for dance music to reach more ears in America and beyond, to carry a message of love and hope, to be a vehicle for helping organizations doing good in the world, and for dancing our asses off surrounded by friendly freaks.



Ed: All sounds pretty good....the last sentence rings true...there were enough friendly freaks to surround a city!

One real laugh. My father in law and I went out last night to hunt up some take out Chinese food after a long day of moving. He and I had to swim through this mass of folks heading to the event. About the same moment, we both started laughing and said something like..."Holy Sh*t....check this one out...."

Coming towards us was a buck naked guy who had spray painted himself gold. There he was in 100% metal flake display...I can only imagine how a clean up with nasty paint thinner can feel on certain areas of the body. I hope it was worth it for him.

Only in California!

We are happy to be here! We love our new place, the city and weather.

We will miss having Christine's mom and dad with us. They have been on the RV trip and helped us move. Thanks guys! We really appreciated it!

Ed

Friday, October 2, 2009

Happy Days Are Here Again! By Miss Pepper




I had hit rock bottom. Three weeks of traveling around in the white trash-mobile eating bad food, having none of my cheap toys and sleeping on cheap linens had led me to my leashes end. Every vets office that we passed made me want to hop out and ask for the big needle trip to the sky.




Then, two days ago, my mom and dad put the rest of their belongings into a stinky UHaul moving van and threw me and my brother into the car. A UHaul van? What were we? Evicted from our crappy apartment?




Then, rock bottom. My parents pulled into another KOA. This time, they rented a "cabin".


This cabin had a full sized rubber coated mattress and two bunk beds. That was it. Prisoners get more room and better accomodations than what my dad got for us that night. (I enjoyed listening as he got yelled at worse than what Mr. Wendell got when he pee'd on my mom's dining room table leg.)


Prisoners at least get running water, cable TV and a light. This was a wooden garden shed. I ran out on the porch with out my leash and hoped that I would be eaten by a bear. I realized that the nightmare would not end and that my life was hell.
The following morning, after enduring a night of my grandfather's freight train volume level snoring, my moms muttering of profanites at my father every five minutes and watching my "short bus riding " brother wag his tail and smile like we were staying at Club Med, I knew that all of the bad things I did (peeing off the pad, chasing those cats, stealing Mr. Wendell's treats, butt walking on my mom's pillow out of spite) were coming back to haunt me.


Then, in the hollows of my dispair, my mom put her arm around me and explained that we were moving to a new home in downtown San Francisco. San Francisco!!!! Beautiful weather, special dog shopping experiences and culture. I could not stop wagging my tail.




We are moving in today...I cannot wait to get back to my old life in a new place. I will let you know how it goes!




Pep!!
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