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Wed, Sep. 21st, 2011 | 11:04 pm  slavezombie


cartoon dog with high IQ
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I can't come up with the multi panel cartoon I have been promising myself I would create. Instead I've been stuck trying to think of a name for this cartoon dog I remember watching from my youth.

Here's a rude awakening if I've ever heard one before, think you might have ADD, but your too in denial to admit it? Simply think of something from your childhood that you can't place. If this something happens to be a solid object that you know somebody somewhere in cyber space would have the answer to, do a little research for it online.

I can only search for something for a few minutes before I lose interest if I don't find it right away. This insignificant dog I remember watching as a child doesn't seem to have a space on the Internet. This is so wrong. He should have his own walk-of-fame star.

Maybe I didn't find anything on him because my only access to the www is thru my cell phone. If I wait to use the computers at work, I won't remember to research it. I've been wanting to pull up old newspaper articles about the Hell's Angels infiltration by the AFC, but between getting my work done and trying to cope with keeping a pleasant disposition for the customers, I'm too busy watching YouTube videos of Lux drummerette, and Meytal.

EDIT

Mar. 25, 2013
The dogs name is Peabody


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Wed, Sep. 21st, 2011 | 11:39 pm  slavezombie


brunch
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Picture of windows at Revo café in Atwater Village looking outwards

This place really makes my day. I'm a big believer in breakfast being the most important meal of the day. Growing up, Mom would leave for work before Dad, or else, she was asleep still when my sisters and I got ourselves ready for school. Moms whereabouts is a fog. Dad made us eat soft boiled eggs, which my little sister gagged about each time she had to eat them. I guess because I didn't offer to store her portion of runny yokes in my belly, she thought it'd be ok to gross me out about soft boiled eggs too. She'd say "ooh, look. I can see the heart membrane, head, umbilical chord, etc." I was getting use to gulping them eggs up with one bite of toast and jam. Now I just have coffee. Lately I've been drinking tea, mindful that I can make myself an espresso at work if I start nodding off. Sometimes our work schedule is so hectic that we need to have our lunch before the normal 12 o'clock lunch hour. When that happens I go to the new place where I order a brunch. The other day I ordered a conquistadora crepe, unaware that it would contain tuna melt wrapped inside. I don't mind having an early lunch when I can go to Revo cafe. They serve breakfast all day long.

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