Sunday, November 21, 2010

4 wheels bad...2 legs good!

I know I know, imagine that, it got cold in the Northwest Territories in the winter! Blah blah, the presses, stop them, etc...


This is actually a cold snap of sorts. Weather Canada even told me so! (the added an adorable asterisk beside the weather this nyeaaah)
There's been some biatchin' around the island from people about it finally getting cold cold, but I gotta say, so far it has been awesome. There's a lot of things I forget about the winter until I'm actually immersed in it again:
The creaking and cracking of the trees, my eyelids freezing together (sometimes painful, usually fun), the front door freezing shut, etc etc etc

Side note: While my front door was able to withstand my barrage of kicks and screams, my front window did not. What a joke that window was! Only took 2 swears and one kick to break it! I should clarify that one of the swears was prior to the kick, with the second following immediately after said kick.

But seriously folks, we're having fun here.

There's something about the cold winter air that really drives me and gives me a new energy about being outside.
Wanna know what doesn't drive me in the winter? My *&%^#$@ truck! That cheeky monkey is all:

and then I'm all:
"I'm walking everywhere."

I gotta say, pretty much the only thing keeping my alive during my life-endangering, 3 block walk to work (I KNOW RIGHT) is my ultra-enviable levels of testosterone as

See that? Even wolves cuddle up close to me for protection. WOLVES PEOPLE. WOLVES.

But even more seriously folks, did you really think you were gonna make it through this whole month without having to stomach some shots of my Mo'? For shame, anonymous reader, for shame.

Friday, November 19, 2010

New laptops = Life is great!

I can't really justify the purchase of my new laptop (besides pure unadulterated raw gaming bliss which I may have or have not received in the mail on Friday) but this weekend is gonna be AWESOME.

Lemme 'splain it for you:
-Community Bazaar
-Massive community dog walk (more to come)
-UFC watching (don't hate on me)
-Did I mention that I purchased a NEW LAPTOP?!?!?! (ASUS G73 to be precise)

This is gonna be great.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Did that ceiling tile just change its pattern? Cause if it did...

In case anyone was wondering how I came to be sharing my love for Girl Talk earlier today...during work hours...I have a confession to make:
I had food poisoning today!

Now before you throw your arms up in a celebratory manner, I should inform you that this was the kind of food poisoning that was not enjoyable. I KNOW RIGHT!?!??

So besides listening to some music, running to the bathroom to do generally unpleasant things, and lying in an unflattering position on the couch, I had lots of time to stare at the ceiling.
As I stared at said ceiling, I recalled some of the odd notions and perceptions I had when I was kid...for instance I can remember having a birthday party, and all of my friends were there except for one of my best friends. I couldn't believe he didn't show up! He had told me how stoked (actually I don't think I had any words that good in my vocabulary in those days) he was about coming to my party all week!
But then my mom came to me and said that Jaime's mom had just called and said Jaime wouldn't be able to make it because he had food poisoning.

Food. Poisoning.


Now I'm not positive, but I'm fairly certain my thought process would have been along the lines of:

But...who would poison Jaime?
(I'm pretty sure at the time I thought that only super-villains had access to stuff like poison)

Wait, did his mom poison him? She must have! My mom always makes and provides me with my food, therefore, his mom must also make and provide him with his food, and THEN added lethal poison to it! I can't believe Jaime's mom would do that to him!! She must not have wanted him to come to my party. That must be it.

Of course I found out LATER that he ate some bad seafood, and his mom WASN'T trying to kill him. But even still...where was my birthday present Jaime!? I guess some questions are better left unanswered.

I can also remember as a child somehow coming up with the notion that a "babysitter" was someone that my parents used to exchange monetary funds with for the service of temporarily supervising me while they were not present to do so themselves.

Okay so I guess I wasn't so far off with all my of conclusions as a child, but come on, food POISONING(!!!) people!

Anytime Eric Clapton and Biggie Smalls get together, you just know it's gonna be a good time

I don't know that I share musical tastes with many of my blog readers (and by readers I of course mean all 3 of you...and my Mom. Thanks Mom.), but I simply must share this musical deal.

Girl Talk (aka Gregg Michael Gillis) is a DJ (and a former tissue engineer of all things) who is known for his creative sample-mashups of modern pop/hip hop with classic rock and pop tunes from yesteryear. There's no real easy way to describe his albums, but if you're a fan of music in general, you should grab this. Even though a lot of the lyrics are some of the more ridiculous ones from current pop songs, you'll find yourself strangely entranced by them and eventually even liking them.
Anywho, this is his 5th LP, but it's really only been his last couple of albums that he took off. What's the best part of his most recent release? IT'S FREE!
Follow ze linkie to attain some goodness:

Girl Talk - All Day

Friday, November 12, 2010

You wouldn't like me when I'm......JUDGMENTAL

In keeping with my theory that you never know what a day in the North will bring you, yesterday I was asked to act as a judge for a youth poster contest for Nation Aboriginal Addictions Awareness Week (aka the longest name for an awareness initiative ever). Of course I can't yet provide you with details about who the winners are as they results haven't been announced (can you imagine the controversy!?!?). But what I can provide! Distracting, pretty pictures.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thank You

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Swallow that food...

It's that time of the year again everybody!


It's now 9 days into Movember and things are only getting started. So far we've got a group of about 15-20 guys in Fort Simpson who have donated their faces and are sporting a mo' for the month. Last year's campaign ended with an awesome party and we raised about $3500 towards prostate cancer research.

So if anyone feels like helping to support our effort (or if you just really enjoy seeing me with a mustache...come on, there's gotta be somebody out there...) please feel free to donate! Or better yet...join our team, The Dehcho Mofos!


Monday, November 8, 2010

Answer: $35

Question: Hi, I need to buy a 4-pack of AAA batteries and now that I think about it, I want to pick up a 6 pack of much do you think that'll run me?

High prices are obviously (I mean come onnnnn) nothing new to me, I know by now it's just something you deal with living north of 60. But every once in a while I'll go to purchase something in Simpson and I get a rampant case of diarr-uhh I mean a rampant case of sticker shock. I'm used to a small block of cheese costing almost $10, and a couple of chicken breasts being $12...but then I'll come across something where I go all "whaaaaaaaaaaaa? No....really? REALLY??"
Today was one of those days.

As I'm sure everyone outside of Saskatchewan knows, daylight savings time took effect yesterday and messed with my head and changed what I had come to accept as "the time".
So today when I got off work (perhaps I should rephrase that...when out of work?) it was completely dark outside. Not a problem in itself, but that means I need to break out the ol' headlamps for every weekday snowshoe now. The problem here though, is that when it gets cold out (like say...-40C), batteries tend to crap out approximately 17 seconds after you step outside with them.
This means I'm constantly changing out the batteries in my headlamps 'cause I'm outside just about everyday. Okay so maybe "constantly" is a bit of an exaggeration. I'm not literally ONLY switching batteries in and out of headlamps. Sometimes. Once in a while. Whatever frig you.

Anyway, I didn't plan ahead by buying a big bulk pack of batteries down south this year, so I'm stuck with buying them at the Northern. Annnnd you guessed it! EFFIN SPENSIVE BUGGERS THEY BE!
$18 for 4 of them! Not 4 packs. FOUR (4) batteries!
Just to confirm that I'm not completely out of touch with inflation (why in myyyy day...), I did a quick check on Futureshop and they have a pack of 36 AAA batteries for $16.

Good grief Charlie Brown.

Oh yeah I bought beer on the way home too.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Mackenzie River's neglected brother...the Mackenzie Riverbank

The weather has been b-e-a-uuuutiful all weekend here, with a surprising Chinook kicking off the weekend with +8C temperatures. Speaking of Chinooks...Wikipedia has a good read on them HERE. Maybe all that stuff is common knowledge to all you westerners (oh how I loathe you) but for a small town east coast bluenoser who don't know nothin' 'bout no nothin'...Chinooks are still a pretty neat phenomenon to me. I also enjoy peppering my conversations with the use of the word "neat".

Anywhooooooo so I've been on-call for work all week(end) and as a result, I've been getting to bed early and getting up early. It's a vicious cycle I know. BUT there have been a few nice perks. Take yesterday for example: I was wide awake and ready to start the day at 7am (ON A SATURDAY PEOPLES!) so I thought it'd be great to head out with the dogs and catch the sunrise. Then I remembered that sunrise isn't until almost 10am right now. So that was a bit of a buzz kill.
Short story made long, I hummed and hawed (thanks for teaching me the use of this phrase at an early age Dad) around the house for a few hours and then went out to seize the day...photographically, that is.

The sights were quite neat:

But not all was pleasant on this morning, for I can across the remains of a fallen soldier. God bless your heart, noble steed:

Ahhh! (Commence with the vomiting)
A massacre!

Thomas Jefferson and Sadie were being preeeetty disrespectful too, what with the dancing and playing near the corpses. Okay I didn't wanna say anything, but between you and me, I even saw Thomas Jefferson pee on their remains!


But I was all "Hey you guys! No biggie! It's me!"


Too soon?

Hmm...well in case the sight of my HUGE HEAD turned you off...this will cure all that. (Commence with the being turned

Saturday, November 6, 2010

In lieu of an actual update...

Watch this! (and pretend I had something to do with it. I swear I contribute to

Lots of updates to come! No SRSLY!!
(again, this is a theoretical forget all about your existing mental constructs of "time")

Sunday, October 17, 2010

I may be in the minority...

I had a post that I wrote earlier last week that I thought I had published but apparently I switched the publish dates on it and it never went up...

Anywho, the post was a spitting rant on how displeased (you wouldn't like me when I'm....DISPLEASED!) I had been with the weather and pretty much life in general.
It had been raining of and on, the dogs were pissed, and every single one of my possessions were caked in mud. Never you mind why I had all the silverware outside in the mud.

BUT now...NOW...I'm back in love with the world. Or Fort Simpson at least.



Don't you dare hate on winter.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Canada Post and I are friends again...for now.

As per normal, I have an ongoing love/hate relationship with Canada Post and the entire mail system in general.
I order something, I track its progress across the country fanatically, and then it gets to Edmonton and I'm left in a stage of undefined I going to get my package anytime soon? Am I going to have to follow up with Canada Post to see if my package was lost? I NEED TO KNOW HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FEELING RIGHT NOW!

So anyways, while on one hand I'm a bit upset with the mail system because my copy of Civilization V (don't you dare judge me. Don't do it!...please?) has apparently gone missing as it was supposed to have arrived over a week ago...on Friday afternoon I DID get my new basketball kicks in the mail on schedule! Booooooya!:

Sneaker porn...

These bad boys even have a "heat check" feature on them which means the black "3-stripes" will turn to white when your feet get hot. The slogan attached to the feature is "Now your coach and teammates can KNOW you're busting your ass getting up and down the court!".
Ha! Seriously.

I realize that your previous stance of "Will not judge" has now been shifted into full on "Judging...and how!".

and...I'm okay with that.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Moose bumps (and other parts of the moose anatomy)

Let me set the mood for you before we get started:

The fall season is a very important time of year for many residents in the NWT as it brings about...Fall Hunt!
If you're a big fan of intact moose, or not a big fan of moose that aren't may want to look away. As for everyone else...yeeeeehawwwwww! You're my kind of people:

Behold the moose...nature's jokesters, even in death:

Nom nom nom:

For those with a foot (hoof) fetish:

Fall hunt usually signals that winter is just around the corner, and sure enough, we had a few days straight of snow here in Simpson. But then today, it's +20C outside and I spent the afternoon on the beach in shorts and a t-shirt with the dogs.
Go figure.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I don't have a plaid problem...YOU have a plaid problem!

Ok wait nevermind, yeah I do have a plaid problem:

umm....I have no excuse.

Strange but True Alex Fact: The jacket in the top right hand corner of the picture was purchased at the Dawson City Home Hardware by Alex for $18!

Alex...a good shopper or a GREAT shopper? We both know the answer to that.

Alex...likes talking in 3rd person or LOVES talking in 3rd person? Alex says the latter.

Alex says bye!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

6 days down....8 to go.

Today is 6!
Wuh? not that D-Day, I'm referring to De-balling Day of course! (too soon?)

In a matter of minutes, Thomas Jefferson (aka TJ) went from a beast of a dog, overflowing with energy and a beast of a dog, temporarily NOT overflowing with energy and now with a very manageable amount of testosterone.

With the traveling vet here it's not exactly ideal when having a neutering done. About 15 minutes after the surgery is done I had to go pick up TJ. Let me tell you he was efffffffffffffed up!
He couldn't walk on his own but he was semi-conscious, so he did this weird "saunter saunter SLAM" technique of walking and falling. The vet and I had to pick him up to get him out of the vet clinic and into my truck. Doesn't sound so bad I know, but when you're dealing with 90lbs of dead weight (figure of speech people!), it's a bit tricky.

Anywho, thankfully he slept most of the evening when I got him home but then once the anesthetic wore off a bit he was a wreck: thrashing around, constantly restless, and even through all the anesthetic he was able to perfect his "Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!?" face to me.

The cone itself should be a restricted weapon. When he had a purpose in his mind he will not be stopped, and the cone facilitates this for him. He's gotten pretty good at clearing tables, taking clothes off hooks, upsetting water dishes, and leg sweeps on me.
The thing is like 2 friggen feet wide!:

But I gotta give it to him, he's making the best of it and not getting too down. The toughest part has been trying to keep him calm since I can't take him for the usual intense bike rides.

I'm sure I made the right decision to get him neutered. I'm pretty sure. Okay I have my doubts but I think it'll work out in the end. OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!?

Just 8 more days...8 more days...

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Terry Fox kicked my ass

I love doing the Terry Fox Run. LOVE IT.
Unfortunately it's not because I have a strong passion to raise funds for cancer research. (what...I'm just being honest! I'm FOR curing cancer...for the record)
Nobody will ever accuse me of being TOO motivated...and if someone does I'll show them! I'll get together a bunch of....ah frig it I'll do it later...

I do love a challenge though. I do my best when there's an obvious start and finish to a project/race/task.
For those that know me, you're probably thinking that I chose the wrong line of work.'d be....right! Have a cookie.

Take the Terry Fox Run.'s not a day of competition or bitter rivalry...for most.
I look at it as a challenge to finish a challenge. Even if it is only 10km...I did it!
That being said...I'm cooked!
Mind you I did it with Sadie and Thomas Jefferson, which in theory, sounds like a good idea. But in Fort Simpson reality, it means fighting with numerous stray dogs by puffing your chest out and going all "alpha dog" on their stray canine ass! For those that don't know...that takes a lot of energy.

Anywho, I also got my new Garmin Forerunner 305 and heart rate monitor in the mail!
Until I actually tried it out I didn't think it would be all that big of a deal either...but that thing is friggen AWESOME. It gives you your route down to the meter, your heart rate, speed, distance, etc etc ETC. And it'll spit all that out to you in Alex-friendly graphs and google-maps integrated routes. I can't even really explain how awesome this thing is to you. Why are we even talking about this? Text cannot convey the awesomeness of this device. CONVERSATION OVER

Just so you don't get bored and leave my blog prematurely...doggay picture:
Sadie and Thomas Jefferson as they have been almost all day since I took them on the 10km run and another run down to the beach for good measure:

Please ignore our outstanding taste in furniture.

Speaking of comatose dogs...wanna know a secret?

Between you and me, Thomas Jefferson is getting neutered tomorrow. eeeeeep!
The traveling vet circus is in town all this week so I'm seizing the opportunity to have him fixed. It has been a lonnnnnnnnnnnng time coming for him...from the info I've been given he's about 3 years old now.
I feel bad for the guy...but hey, it's for the best. At least that's what I'll tell him when he finds out.

It's not so much of a traveling veterinarian circus as it is a vet from Peace River, Alberta that brings a trailer up every 6 months to provide a week of veterinarian goodness.
It's all we have here in Simpson...but it works!
Maybe I'll suggest to him that he get some decals on the side of his trailer that say "CIRCUS!". Perhaps a novelty horn too. OOOH and a clown! Yeah! He can dress like a clown!
This is gonna be great! I can't wait to tell him. The veterinarian.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Northern Lite-Brites

The nights have gotten cold, the days getting this reason for panic!? Nope! It's the signal of my tied-for-first favourite season (tied with spring, summer, and fall. What? I don't play favourites with seasons, and neither should you.).....winter! Okay well I guess technically it signals fall...but uhh...shut up you.

The northern lights have been out somewhat consistently over the past couple of weeks...and I'm starting to become an addict:

and the cliche in-all-my-glory shot:

(don't hate!)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Music is my friend

Soooooooooooooo I like music. There it is! It's out there! In fact...I LOVE music. LOVE IT!

Except I find that people tend to take exception to my tastes in music.
I like it all. Well...almost all of it. Not the stuff you like. Gross.

For you see...I'm one of those people. Yeaaaah one of those people. The guy that always is playing music you've never heard of. Hell you've never even heard of that genre. But I'm the guy that insists that it's the highest rated genre of all time. In fact after spending 5 minutes of music conversation time with me you get irritated beyond measure by my use of the word "genre".

If you like anything that's on MTV I probably won't like it. For some reason...once it goes mainstream, I disown it. That's my own problem though. I have no doubt I'm missing out on some great music because of my own stubbornness in refusing to acknowledge mainstream music.
Maybe it's just me, but I really feel like mainstream music is so devoid of emotion and passion that it's just noise. It can be really good sounding noise...but part of me just feels like I can't truly enjoy it without sacrificing 30% of my soul. Not 30% per song of course...more like as a whole. I mean yeah...I love music...but I'm not QUITE ready to pledge my whole life on it. It''s...uh....okay okay music is.....umm...neat.

(What's the point) might ask?

The point of music? Of LIFE!?!?!

(No you idiot, of this post!?!?)

Oh...well it's a lengthy transition into a posting of some of my recent flavours of music of course!:

Don't act like you don't:

This one is just a plain ol' awesome video. Hell it's a plain ol' awesome album. Their next one? Not so much...:

Big Boi knows what he's doing:

and for the bonus round...some Blitzen Trapper! I dare you to listen through to the end and not smile once and/or long for the days of Queen.

BONUS BONUS (if you like Blitzen Trapper and you just hate the English language you just might like this):

In is ridiculously great.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Internetting is serious business

I think I might be in a internet rut.
There's a few different sites I stay up on but other than that I don't stray too far from those bookmarks.

It's funny though (HAHA), because when I have complete and reliable access to the internet (ie. At home, not at work. And when NorthwestTel decides to play nice, which can be rare), I get bored pretty quick. Here's a few of the sites I regularly kill time on:
Straight Dope
Facebook (durrrr)

and then there's a few other photography sites that I've just recently started getting into and then whenever I've got a hankerin' (there's that word again...that dirty, dirty word) to buy some outdoor gear.

But you know what? This may come as a shock to some of you (and to those who it's not a shock...HUSH UP!) but...I don't have all the answers! I don't know the best of the world wide web. I need your guidance!

What sites are your foundation of internet time killing?

And since my subtitle at the top of my blog says I'm going to be more with the picsees and less with the talkin''s a picture I snapped the other morning. Now get with the answers:

Monday, September 6, 2010

The bane of my existence (for today anyway)

Keeping an award-winning yard isn't something my roommate and I really pride ourselves on. I don't think either of us really mind doing manual labour at all; hell Mike is a mechanic, and I'm uhh....a guy who spends most of his day in an office...
So yeah, like I was saying: we're both the manual labour type. Especially Mike, but ESPECIALLY me.

Our lawn only sees the likes of a rake or a lawnmower a few times a summer (if that), so when we decided to do the front and back lawns today, I was all like "EFF YEAH!" (what? This is a family blog...go elsewhere for your swears you dirty minded fuckers!)
Buuuut of course once approximately 9% of the total lawn has been cut, the lawnmower crapped out and NOTHING will get it started again! We've tried everything: yelled at it, swore at it, demoralized it, motivated it, and then a few other useless actions. Nothing!

That'll teach me to do stuff on Labour Day. But I really do think it should be renamed "Labour-Free Day" or "Labourless Day", or maybe even "Don't Do Shit Today Day".

But at least somebody was entertained by all the rage-induced frustration-dance in the backyard:

Cheeky big-headed bugger...
And look! He has a dog with him.
Everyone likely already knows that Fort Simpson is an island in the MacKenzie River, and many likely know as well that it's situated on the Liard River as well. It used to be called Fort of the Forks actually.
(What!? You didn't know that? Oh man...that is embarrassing. But then who am I to judge.)

Now I know what you're thinking: BOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRING!

and although I should be greatly offended by you coming in here to my blog and shooting down my attempt at a post...I will continue! I'm just that committed to this.

So where's the thing you may not have known about Fort Simpson? See here:
It's disappearing!

Erosion is a constant problem along the banks of the island. There's signs all along the edge of the island warning all those who might get too close to the banks.

On a serious note, one resident of Fort Simpson was killed after going over the edge of the island a couple of months ago. Suspicious circumstances surrounding his death or's a sketchy spot!

So there you have it. MacKenzie River: Plotting our deaths as we speak??

You decide.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Straight up FLOSSING.

Alright I need facts. NOW.
What the eff is up is the deal with flossing? Yes, flossing with a "g". Not a G flossin', but flossing with a "g".
I just don't get how it's so difficult!
I like to think that I take care of myself pretty well for the most part; drink lots of water, don't eat a lot of sugar, exercise for at least an hour every day, eat many small meals, don't open those bubble containers for toys from vending machines with my teeth, no longer sleep with my contact lenses in (my mom is so proud right now I know it), and I even brush my teeth once (usually twice) a day...but for some reason I CANNOT get into a groove of regular dental flossing. Maybe it's because I really don't like doing it. I'm usually bored while doing it, ready to stop after doing the top teeth, and struggle to finish the bottom teeth. Thank god (lower case...) I don't have a third tier of teeth. (Note to self: don't evolve a third tier of teeth).
I mean yeah, I always feel like I just did a good thing for myself after I finish...but...meh....flossing?

As a wearer of minimal hair (okay fine, bald), I've taken to shaving my head regularly which is a commitment in itself as it takes 10 minutes or so each time to do it. And yet I can't find the 30 seconds a day to floss my teeth.

The only reason I'd approach a topic as interesting as flossing is because I just felt a slight tinge in my mouth. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something. I don't know. But I'm pretty sure that the dentist that was visiting Simpson for 1 week won't be here on Tuesday when everything opens back up after the long weekend.
I guess all those people who recommended that I go see the dentist while they're here were right.
I hate those people.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Why can't rap still be this?

Ok so I realize rap IS like this if I just referenced a song that is relatively new...but why can't mainstream rap be like this again? *sigh*

I guess it's easier to follow the pack. Speaking of which...what's everyone else doing tonight? OMG ME TOO

Hello old's nice to talk with you again

Helllllloooooooooooo Planet Earth!

blah blah talking like nothing is amiss blah blah nonchalant conversation blah blah blah...

Okay you're right. I can't carry this charade on any longer. It's TRUE! I haven't done a lick of good to my blog in almost a full year. First I went a month with nothing, then 3 months(okay technically I went 2 months, but I'm doing the "edited for your viewing convenience explanation"), and then I just said "ah fark it! ". Convenietly enough, I also have been wasting much of my online time on
But that's beside the point. I was finding I had less and less (and less) motivation for updates and I had begun to feel as though most of what I was contributing was pointless. Okay let me rephrase: it was getting to be beyond pointless. Pointless is what I do...but I still try to keep from getting redundant/irrelevant. Come to think of it, I think Megan over at Snow Covered Hills said something about northern bloggers who had trailed off after they felt they were no longer "new" to the community they're living in. Lemme have a look see around her place...err uhh...I mean her online place...right...not her actual would be weird. Umm wouldn't it?...
ah ha! Here it is: Doesn't anything last?

I kinda sorts completely feel like that was me. But for the last couple of weeks I've had a hankerin' for some key-spankerin'! (hmm...that didn't have as good of a ring to it as I had hoped...)
Lots (see: LOTS!) has changed for me over the past year:
New job, new place of residence (same ol' island, different civic address), new...DOGGGGAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!

Let's get this party started:

Back in ummm April (maybe?) of this year I took in a stray from town that I'd grown quite fond of. He would always join Sadie and I on runs and was (and still is...for the record) incredibly friendly and good with other dogs. Eventually I took to giving him the odd serving of food cause he was looking mighty skinny and then he'd crash out and sleep on my front step for a few hours.
My roommate (not a dog hater...but not a dog lover) was out of town for a few months for training so one night when it was particularly messy outside I caved and let him come in the house. He let me bathe him (confession: the beginning of this sentence is not erotic. Don't make this weird.) and even slept on the floor beside my bed.

(Just so we're clear...I don't sleep in a tree or a dirt pile...this is from a camping trip. This is just for reference. Not that I care what you think of my sleeping acorn pile is just fine thankyouverymuch!)

I first figured it was only going to be for a few nights or weeks until I could get some weight back on him, buuuuuuuut as you may have already guessed (and if you haven't, here's some punctuation for you to be distracted by: && %**@@$*%*()_#), a few weeks turned into a month and then I decided I wanted him to stick around. So after a couple of discussions with the guy who used to keep him, it was official. He's here to stay!

And that, my blogettes, is the story of Sir Thomas Jefferson!
As you can see from the pictures already, he's a beast of a dog. He tips the scales at about 90 lbs, but I'm assuming that number is going to keep going up. His head alone intimidates most, and his paws are gargantuan! Okay so maybe gargantuan is a bit of an overstatement, but frig off would ya! I haven't had a chance to use that word in...a...uhh....time.
On with ze photographs:

"But-but-but what about Sadie!?!?!?" you might ask?
She's as omnipotent as ever!

See how she casts a shadow with ease? That's right. ALL powerful.

And me?
Just as awkward as you remember!

Good gawd we have lots to catch up on don't we? My goodness, you've aged well dear viewers...what's your secret?
umm oh...
-yeah I didn't really need to know th-
But how did you get so much of it in your-
I see.

Well uhh I should really get going. No really.
But I think we're starting something new here. Something beautiful.

I'll be in touch seriously!