tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56190561969089245852009-03-12T06:21:23.580-04:00Odd Todd.com's Summer Blog - No Nothing ProductionsOdd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-8291474243263717272007-08-17T09:30:00.001-04:002007-08-17T11:35:53.047-04:00Happy August 17th!<img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/bday.jpg" width="475" height="276"></p><br /><br />PS. Daily Scan today is from Quebec. Tis over there >>><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oddtodd.com/uploaded_images/fde4-711570.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/uploaded_images/fde4-711567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />PPS. Happy Anniversary to MM! And Happy B-day to all Aug 17th-ers....<br /><br />PPPS. Here's some <a href="http://www.thesuninmotion.com/">sun shots</a>...<br /><br />PPPPS. It's mov-ay Friday! Some Bourne-age <a href="http://www.episodenetwork.net/view_video.php?viewkey=fc23d0f360ab695e9eac&page=1&viewtype=&category=mr#">here </a>(skip ad) shh. Off to see Superbad today! Maybe! More freebs on mov-ay message <a href="http://www.network54.com/Forum/192395/">board</a>.Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-72228028279581179982007-08-16T09:46:00.000-04:002007-08-16T12:16:10.540-04:00The Daily Scan Returns!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oddtodd.com/uploaded_images/Scan1335186-763715.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/uploaded_images/Scan1335186-763712.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/letter1567.html"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Click here</span></a> to see more of today's letter...<br /><br />So you got a postcard? Letter? Stuff you think I like? Send it on in!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Odd Todd - PO Box 187 - NY, NY 10014</span><br /><br />Done and done! I like postcards with robots!<br /><br />Perma-link is over there on the right under Daily Stuff!<br /><br />Coolio!Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-42110902606706166492007-08-14T20:06:00.001-04:002007-08-15T00:51:14.948-04:00Stroller Dog ChickenSo my neighborhood streets are like sometimes like all cloggy with strollers during the day. Some fancy ones. Some doublewides. Some jalopys. And some regulars whatevers. They're all over the place. <br /><br />Now I know being a Mom is a way hard job (actually no I don't. in fact, i'm not even close to having any idea about that) but sometimes there's a right-of-way problem I'm sensing from stroller moms. Stroller moms feel like their stroller gets right of way <span style="font-style:italic;">all the time</span>. Like their stroller should be parting the Red Sea of sidewalk people! Look out old man! Heads up crazy lady! Better crutch yourself over to the sidewalk, Crutchy! Look out fake happy couple! I'm plowing through! I'm... Stroller Mommmm! <br /><br />I agree that if I'm walking down the street by myself I should step aside for a stroller mom. I feel the same way about someone walking down the street with bags of stuff or whatever. I'll step aside. I get it. The more you're dealing with the more rights you should have sidewalkwise. But when it comes to me walking my dog I feel like right of way is sort of debatable. <br /><br />So lately, I've been testing things out a little by playing a light game of chicken with stroller moms. If we're heading directly toward each other on the sidewalk I take note. Who's gonna flinch first? We make eyecontact. We head straight at each other. And there's one thing I learned. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ain't no stopping stroller moms</span>! They go <span style="font-style:italic;">straight</span>. I always flinch-- then weave with Roscoe. For all I know stroller mom would run him right over.<br /><br />Yes, I realize the stresses of Motherhood (no I don't) and just getting from point A to point B is a hassle. But that doesn't mean you own the roads (or sidewalks) stroller mom! There's some of us out there that may not be pushing a stroller <span style="font-style:italic;">on wheels</span> but controlling a unpredictable animal with a friggin rope around its neck to steer! It's harder for me to get out of your way than for you to get out of mine! Maybe! You push left. Push right. I yank aside an animal on a leash. You tell me who should be weaving out of the way for who! (or is it whom) Whatever. It's at least a toss-up?<br /><br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOddOdd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com155tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-11039196274458322542007-08-14T11:12:00.001-04:002007-08-14T11:12:52.613-04:00Our Troops are Hot...This is why:<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf" width="450" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="autostart=false&token=512_1186998100" scale="showall" name="index"></embed>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-22535090001138439862007-08-13T10:49:00.000-04:002007-08-13T12:37:55.206-04:00I Actually Saw "Stardust"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oddtodd.com/uploaded_images/01-760790.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/uploaded_images/01-760786.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />You can check out the review <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/movies/movies3.html">HERE </a>if you wanna...<br /><br />PS. Freebage flicks <a href="http://www.network54.com/Forum/192395/">here </a>too. Shh. Thanks to Spaz for posting.<br /><br />PPS. My new favorite show is this <a href="http://travel.discovery.com/tv/bizarre-foods/bizarre-foods.html">here</a>...Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-25254868422777927432007-08-12T14:14:00.000-04:002007-08-12T15:28:46.039-04:00The Ruins Broke My SlumpOver the past few years my ability to start AND finish a book has sort of gone out the window. I've mentioned before how I seem to start books ok-- but I usually fade out on them. Or get mad at them. Or decide the writer is a dick. Or boring. Or I get the basic gist and feel like that's enough. Or the book will feel like "required" reading. Even if I finish one, it doesn't push me to pick up another for months.<br /><br />And lately, I'll be staring at the TV watching crap like The Two Coreys and be like, 'Psst. Dude, you are totally frying your brain out! Can you hear the sizzle sizzling? You need to read a book or something! Asap! Code Dumb! Code Dumb!' But instead of reading I'll just find myself poking around at internet nothingness or reading a magazine.<br /><br />Anyway, at the airport in Los Angeles, I actually bought a book (really out of respect for books in general-- not really believing I was going to actually <span style="font-style:italic;">read </span>it. I mean, now that there's TV screens on every friggin seat, it's not even possible to read books on a plane anymore. i'll usually just sit there and flip channels and slowly get pissed at television for grinning at me while running butt-twitchy victory laps in my brain.) <br /><br />The book I bought was called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/030727828X/ref=nosim/oddtodd-20">The Ruins</a> by Scott Smith.<br /><br />Although I actually didn't read <span style="font-style:italic;">any </span>of it on the plane. (<cough> got drunk in Vegas and passed out for most of the red eye flight). When I got home I started reading it and I burned right through the thing. I stayed up one night and bit off 200 pages reading till like 4AM reading away all mental.<br /><br />Granted, it's not a world changing book or some sort of literary "achievement" blah blah or whatever. And it had its issues. (Some substantial). But this book was chockfull of scary/creepy and gross tension. Enough to make me groan out loud while reading. Gotta like that. <br /><br />But more importantly it somehow shook my reading slumber wide-awake finally. I've had a bunch of stalled attempts to get back into reading but I feel like this one actually jumpstarted my need to read like a motorcycle kick start vroom thing. So I wanna say thanks to the awful goodness of The Ruins. I'm already onto another book called '<a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0307265838/ref=nosim/oddtodd-20">After Dark</a>' (which I'm liking-- not loving... but finishing). It's different enough. And it feels good. And I feel smarter already.<br /><br />Plus, I'm psyched to leave crud like The Two Coreys in the dumpster of my personal time-- and give my brain something decent to chew on...<br /><br />ok bye!<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br /><br />PS. Thanks again to Odd Todd's Ducky Ducks. Winning ducks are posted <a href="http://2007duckrace.kintera.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=233059">here</a>.<br /><br />PPS. What are you reading? Post here?Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-14771216871040571112007-08-09T12:17:00.000-04:002007-08-09T12:23:18.172-04:00Pictures From Last Week!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oddtodd.com/P1000734_Slgs_Slgs.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/P1000734_Slgs_Slgs.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Here's a bunch of photos and stuff:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/pics89.html"><b>CLICK HERE!</a></b><br /><br /><br /><br />PS. Should I really get involved with Facebook? Is that absolutely necessary?Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-38084184647827726192007-08-08T13:15:00.000-04:002007-08-08T16:07:22.797-04:00Croc Wearing Douchebag*So I got Crocs the over the weekend.<br /><br />These things:<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/P100v0766.jpg" width="450" height="338"></p><br /><br />Yes I see that my dog is embarrassed of me. <br /><br />And I am aware there's alot wrong with Crocs. Kids can wear Crocs and it's no problem. Fun. Girls can wear Crocs and look cute. But dudes in crocs look like... douche bags. I realize this. Dude comes clomping down the street in bright green Crocs and all non-croc wearers who see him gets a thought-bubble over their head. 90% of those bubbles say, '<span style="font-style:italic;">Douche alert!</span>!' (or some douche variation). I get it. I know.<br /><br />There's something about Croc wearers that seems arrogant. Like they're willing to walk around the street and blatantly annoy everyone with their ugly footwear. They got a certain pride too. Like football players who run 90 yards in the wrong direction and think they've scored a touchdown. <br /><br />But the other day I was in a store (wearing backbreaking flat flipflops) and I saw Crocs and I asked the chick behind the counter about em. She said she loves them. I asked her if they had it in size 13. She said they had em in Black, Green, and Orange. I asked for black. I was stunned that they had 13s.<br /><br />I noticed what she brought out weren't 'Crocs' but some brand called 'Holey Soles' so not sure if they're a cheap knockoff or what but whatever. They were awesome immediately. Probably the most comfortable summery shoes I've ever worn. They got some archness in them and a good mushy support and I'm onboard with these friggin things. Done and done. Sorry. <br /><br />So yes, I am now one of those clompy douchebags walking around on the street. (Hey they're not orange or anything!). And yes, there might be a sense of pride to me wearing them because I'm sort of psyched that I'm willing to walk down the street looking like a douche for the benefit of my own friggin comfort. I've been thru flipflops, birks, tevas, all sorts of crap and these things are the bestest so far. So F all you hatahs! Gotta keep it real! I love these crocs!<br /><br />And yes, I'm aware this is the type of douchey post you would expect from a douchey Croc wearer...<br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOdd<br /><br />*PS. Apologies to all croc wearers for calling us douches. I know I'm late to the game with these things and I'm not even cool enough to be a croc douche properly. Didn't mean to sound like some kind of jerk in this post even though I done did.Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-34497040682556687422007-08-07T10:24:00.000-04:002007-08-07T16:18:53.009-04:00In Defense of 'Todd'So I was watching New Adventures of Old Christine last night. (Don't look at me that way! I don't have the internet in my friggin apartment right now! What would you do in that situation?! Read?!) Anyway, Christine was out on a date with some dorky guy. Annoying. Awkward. He had diarrhea issues during the date and had to run to the drug store to buy diarrhea medicine. Definitely <span style="font-style:italic;">not </span>getting the girl. And of course, he was named '<span style="font-style:italic;">Todd</span>'. Again. Todd. And I'm fearing that the name 'Todd' is falling (or already felled?) into that punchline world of Melvins and Dicks and Ralphs and it's disturbing. <br /><br />I've noticed the devolution of the name Todd over the years. At first it was just a normal name. Actually maybe even cool? Then it became the movies go-to name for the country club snob jerk. Taahhd. And Muffy and Buffy. All that crap. Then it worked its way into my favorite cartoon shows. Todd was the jokey name for the tough guy on Beavis & Butthead (it was funny because he was tough AND a Todd) of course Todd Flanders came along etc. <br /><br />Now they got some terrible Todd skidding out on some CBS show hustling to the bathroom with diarrhea! This has got to stop! It's not an easy name to begin with! Alot of the time people don't hear it right the first time. Tom? Bob? What? And there's no good nickname to pull from it. No flexibility! It's not like us Todds been on cool name easy street!<br /><br />But how do you turn a name around when it starts to slide? It's like falling into the default joke name and I ain't digging it! I like my name alot! I don't need this crap! So I'm just gonna put the request out to the TV and Movie people. PLEASE stop abusing my name! Name a normal person 'Todd' for once! He doesn't have to be cool! Just normal guy! Or better yet! How bout a hero Todd? There's enough hero Jacks don't you think? Time to change it up! <br /><br />But at least please stop making fun of <span style="font-style:italic;">Todd</span>! Some of us have to walk around introducing ourselves that way! Every day! <br /><br />ok bye! <br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Check your own name popularity <a href="http://babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/lnv0105.html">here</a>.<br /><br />PPS. <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/roscoecam/index.html">RoscoeCam </a>is live again!Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-33591803734095691592007-08-06T10:21:00.000-04:002007-08-06T14:05:58.775-04:00Way Too Wordy Update (*now with extra words)!Ok I finally made it back from LA. My computer hasn't arrived yet. I'd log on to track it but I can't find the receipt with the number. Yeah it's like that...<br /><br />Anyway, the wireless internet connection I was stealing last night is now gone so I'm at this place called 'Tea Lounge' around the corner from me. I couldn't stand the idea of going to Starbucks. Every single person in this place is sitting in front of a laptop. Mostly new macs. I'm rocking the Toshiba 50-Z or something. <br /><br />There was no seat that was like away from people so I'm sort of scrunched in between two people and I made them both move over a little and I feel uncomfortable like they're mad at me for bursting into their private space, throwing elbows and being like, "Whazzap dawgs! New guy in the house! Move over, Rovers!'<br /><br />I'm eating a bagel. Everything with cream cheese. <br /><br />Anyway....<br /><br />LEAVING LA<br /><br />I got to the airport and stupided out with my carry-on and had my Leathermen knife in there. The man took it away. I was sad. I got to the plane and knocked on it 3x due to my OCD. I was sitting up near the front (reading The Ruins which is fantabulous. i'm now on page 300.) when I heard a bit of a commotion. Some chick who was getting on the plane was being all loud. I looked up and saw this skinny skinny girl with boobs and high high heels clomp onto the plane wearing a pink tube top and like pink tube... skirt. It looked like two pieces of the exact same thing. She came onboard with some sleazy looking dude and she asked if she could say hi to the pilots. The stewardesses agreed. She poked her head in the cabin and said, 'Hi Guys!' They mumbled back hellos. Then she pranced down the aisle all eyes on the plane on her. The sleazy dude followed along with big sneaky grin on his face like he just ate a canary.... or something.<br /><br />VEGAS BABY VEGAS<br /><br />I had a stop over flight in Vegas which gave me over three hours to kill. I've never been to Vegas before (except for a shorter stop over flight where I gambled in the airport) and I decided that I needed to roll the dice on missing my plane and go into the city. I went outside the airport and waited for a taxi. I was assigned taxi stand #13. I figure that wasn't such a good sign but I figured it was like maybe getting bad luck out of the way... or something?<br /><br />In the cab ride there I mapped out my plan. I didn't want to just kill time dicking around on video poker. I wanted to win BIG. Why not just go for it? I wanted to extract $5000 from that stupid place and go home all psyched. My plan was, I'd take $100 and play at a $25 blackjack table until I turned $100 into $500. Then I'd take my $500 to the $50 table and turn THAT into $5000! All I needed to do is hit a big roll... or two. <br /><br />At first the plan went well. First four hands in a row I won. Bang bang bang bang. I just turned $100 to $200! A smart person would walk away a winner-- but that's not my style, baby. I felt the flow flowing and on impulse put down a <em>$50 bet</em>. The dealer (who kept calling me <em>'Brother'</em>) gave me an ace... and then another ace. I had to split the aces. Another $50! $100 on the table! No big whoop! I was up! I envisioned two face cards giving me double blackjacks. It would be the official kickoff to my $5000 jackpot reality. Instead I got a 6 and a (worst card of all) 4. The dealer pulled 20 on five cards. He took my hundred away. Click clack. Done done. Then within a minute or so he took my other hundred away. Click clack cluck. The dealer said, "Sorry, brother..."<br /><br />After a half-assed half-drunk failed attempt to make my original $100 back and got click clacked, I ended up at the glorious $1 bet Wonderwheel chatting it up with a nice dealer and the rest of the loser squad. I threw away a final $20. But the dealer was nice and friendly and didn't call me 'Brother'...<br /><br />ARRIVAL AT JFK<br /><br />When I got to JFK I wandered off the plane bleary-eyed. I sort of half-slept half-drunk the whole way home. Us passengers all shuffled around the luggage conveyor machine in baggage claim like traveler zombies. The luggage being the brains. <br /><br />The bags started coming. I was waiting on two. The first one came right away. I made the top ten! I was psyched! They had to be like together-ish, right? Half-hour later I'm watching one lonely bag spin round and round in disbelief. It wasn't my bag. Not even close! And there were no other bags coming. I was like, NOOO!!! My bag! Not here! No good! Very no good! I rifled through my head to try and place what the hell was in the bag putting imaginary labels on everything marked 'Gone forever'. <br /><br />I rationalized that it got flagged in security because it was loaded up with bizarre looking computer wires and my graphics tablet and USB adapters and microphones and crap like that. Plus all my toothpaste and crap. AKA bomb. I pictured the government guys going through it extra throughougly to make sure it wasn't splody. A reassuring thought.(Of course I also pictured an angry gorilla in some cage jumping up and down on it while drunk baggage handlers flucked jellybeans at him.) But whatever...<br /><br />I checked in with the Delta lost-luggage dude (not an easy job) who took down my info and gave me no info about what happened with my bag. He told me it should be delivered to my place soon and they would call to arrange delivery. <br /><br />Two days later it showed up unannounced. I was psyched to see it. It was slighty wet and wrapped in tape like a mummy but it was home! On the handle was a tag that read, 'Perfect Delivery'. Swear.<br /><br />GETTING ROSCOE<br /><br />After dropping off my stuff I raced over to get Mr. Roscoe. I was really excited to see him. I actually looked at cellphone pictures of him on the planeride back. I showed up at the doggie boarding place and they told me he was a good boarded and was alot of fun and he made lots of friends. They said he'll be right out. I was nervous he'd fergetted his dad. <br /><br />Couple of minutes later, Roscoe comes out looking wet from the pool and races right at me and jumps up on me. I was like, 'You remember!' I shrunched down and started getting lots of kisses on the face. I was really happy he remembered me and was giving me the big hello. Almost cried. I love dog. Dog loves me.<br /><br />But while settling up with the doggie people, some chick walked into the office. She saw Roscoe and announced how cute he is. She went all squealy bent down to say hellos and I noticed that Roscoe's hellos to her (aka total stranger) was suspiciously close to the hellos for me. I wrote it off as him just being happy in general and was happy he was happy. (but maybe a devious way of getting back at me for leaving him in a strange place for a month without being a dick about it?)<br /><br />KENNEL COUGH<br /><br />On the walk back with Roscoe I was happy because Roscoe remembered all his favorite places. The deli that he likes for no other reason except for the fact they allow him inside. The dry cleaners with the treats. The restaurant where he gets bread and fries. And where I live. But he seemed sort of tired and a few times he made coughing noises like he was coughing up something but not doing it right. I remember my old family dog used to do stuff like that sometimes when she got back from the kennel. I was 99% sure it was kennel cough. <br /><br />Roscoe is all up to date with his shots and stuff and apparently this is just a thing dogs get sometimes and it'll take a week or so to clear up. I'm bringing him to the vet today to double check on stuff but he's definitely sort of sluggerish and half-fevery looking. Other than that the same exact dog. Same exact me.<br /><br />RoscoeCam will be up and running when the big computer gets back.<br /><br />HAPPY TO BE HOME<br /><br />I haven't been away for that long of a stretch in a while and I'm totally happy to be home. I have lots of pictures but my stupid laptop can't even understand a friggin camera without software and didn't want to deal. Thanks again for being there while I was away. <br /><br />And, major thanks again to all the people who bought a duck or quack pack for the Million Dollar Duck Race. All the Odd Todd Ducky Ducks raised over $2000 for Special Olympics. The #1 TEAM this year! Coolio!<br /><br />There's still time to buy a duck if you want in. 5PM cutoff I think. Graphic link is over there...<br /><br />Sorry for all the words. Off to the vet!<br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOddOdd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-1550711822924172232007-08-05T23:01:00.000-04:002007-08-06T07:45:26.565-04:00Friggin Annoying Interwebnessmess!!!Friggin home safe and sound but I still can't get on the interwebs like a normal nerd because my computer still isn't here. I tried to get hook up onlineness with my clunky 20lb laptop from 1975 via cable modem-- but I couldn't find the motorola software disc that explains to my stupid laptop what my modem is saying. So I got the ol' wireless card jammed in the side of this thing and it's on a 'very low' connection right now that I'm stealing from my neighbor 'MissKitty'.(that's her wireless handle). Thank you MissKitty. 10-4.<br /><br />But much to tell!! So tomorrow morning (if need be) I'm gonna sit in stupid Starbucks with a decent connection all friggin day and catch up here:<br /><br />Tomorrow tune in for:<br /><br />My 3 hours in Vegas (Hard Rock Casino) and how my patented 'lightning round' gambling strategy worked out. Did I actually turn $100 into $5000 in under two hours? You tell me!<br /><br />The non-stop fun of the stupid airline losing my stupid luggage (in its defense the bag was LOADED with crazy wires and weird computer parts) The luggage did show up yesterday.<br /><br />My very happy (w/ funny mixed feelings) reunion with Roscoe finally . (btw he has 'kennel cough' but not too bad. Mild case.) Going to the vet tomorrow...<br /><br />PLUS!<br /><br />Lots of pictures! New weekly poll! AND I plan to see the Bored Ultimatum tomorrow so maybe a new movay review too!<br /><br />Sorry for the delay in getting back on my feet over here but I am online now in one way or another and everything should return to 'normal' in the next couple o days. <br /><br />Roscoe is sleeping at my feet dreaming of jumping fish and it's nice to be home.<br /><br />Good vibes to y'all totally! Til tomorrow...<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Oh by the way, I bought Crocs and I totally love them! I don't care how stupid and dorked out terrible I look!Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-79555239338708537562007-08-03T15:41:00.000-04:002007-08-04T15:37:31.169-04:00Message from tOdd's friend :)Well, tOdd is back in NYC!<br /><br />safe and sound<br />everything is good<br />Roscoe is fine<br /><br />tOdd will be offline for a couple more days and will post a full update when he is back online<br /><br />Roscoe is a good boy and is super happy that tOdd is home<br /><br />PS<br />He won't be back online until he gets his lost luggage - all his computer cables and wires are in thereOdd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-16275075362147779392007-08-01T10:11:00.000-04:002007-08-01T10:59:39.520-04:00Almost HomeHey! <br /><br />On Thursday night I'm finally heading home. I can't believe it's been a month already. I'll be packing up my computer and shipping back to Brooklyn later today (shipping "ground" this time so I don't get mugged by UPS again $) -- so this might be the last entry for a couple days maybe. Unless something major or majorly weird happens.<br /><br />I'm very ready to be back home and I really do miss Roscoe pretty bad (picking him up Friday AM!) And I'm psyched to get back into the swing of sitting at home and just doing what I do (or pretend to do... or not doat all). And be around all my stuff. And see family and friends etc. I did officially get a little homesick today.<br /><br />I have another bunch of photos in my camera but I'll take smore pics here in Caly and my stopover stint in Vegas (3 hours!) and put em all up when I get home.<br /><br />Apologies if I've seemed a little secretive about what I've been doing out here in LA but to be honest I'm not all that sure either. Basically, I've just met with a bunch of TV people and told/showed them what I do to see if they wanna do stuff. So we'll see if they wanna maybe-- and it's like that sorta. <br /><br />Regardless of whatever, I'll be putting the site back to "normal" sometime this month and will be busy working away on <span style="font-style:italic;">new toonages and gameages</span> that take too long. Stuff is in the works totally. Daily stuff will all be returning soon too! So type up and send in your (Annoyances, Recipes, Thieves, Gross bug stories, and Bad Neighbor stories!) And send em in to oddtodd7@hotmail.com. Or send a postcard to PO Box 187 NYC 10014!<br /><br />Anyway, thanks for hanging in there with me. I know my site gets flaky sometimes and has ups and downs and some peeps seemed to like this blog thang and others maybe wernt nuts for it. But I appreciate your stopping in and checking in and sending good vibes and reading what I wrote about stuff (even though sometimes when I type stuff I go on and on for too long and you might wish that I would just get to the point and not blah blah keep going after a point has been made because then it just gets boring to keep reading something that just doesn't seem to end and you might be like, 'what the hell with this guy can't he just write a couple paragraphs and get it over with why does he have to babble about nothing all extra when he was writing about nothing to begin with-- can't he just learn to end a sentence especially when his grammar sucks!?' I totally hear what you're saying with that and I will certainly do my best with that so I don't overwrite and go on and on and on and blah and blah and blah with the extra words and typing when I totally don't need to. I actually think I'm getting better at it!)<br /><br />Good vibes to y'all!<br /><br />ok bye! <br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. I'm scared Roscoe forgot who I am or he's just gonna be mad at me. I'm trying to downplay the emotionality expectation of the reunion...<br /><br />PPS. Bye LA!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Gd_CiLoElY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Gd_CiLoElY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-27642928750246664842007-07-29T17:41:00.003-04:002008-06-12T17:07:42.761-04:00The Venice Beach Freakshow!THE VENICE BEACH FREAKSHOW RULES!<br /><br />SEE ROCKY THE 5-LEGGED DOG!!!! You'll never forget it...<br /><br />Go today!!! And be prepared to be amazed...Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-76464085107032203102007-07-28T17:51:00.000-04:002007-07-29T17:07:59.589-04:00Seen Simpsons Movie (+ Kige)<img border="0" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/0/0e/Blinky.gif"></p><br /><br />So I done wrote stuff bout it and stuff! Click <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/movies/movies3.html">over yonder</a> if you wanna read...<br /><br />Good vibes to y'all!<br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Kige Ramsey Rules<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vLGVvD7A0Y"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vLGVvD7A0Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />More Kige <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SlyFox4569">here</a>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-1649351278889624752007-07-27T10:58:00.000-04:002007-07-27T11:37:16.952-04:00Sweaty on the HeadSo I'm sweaty on the head when it's too hot. I don't like being sweaty on the head. I feel like people look at me like, "Look at the big sweaty head!" Big bald head with the sweaty? Nobody likes that! How am I supposed to talk normal when I'm sweaty on the head!?<br /><br />Like, last night I was showing a couple cartoons on a stage and talking about them and boom! I was sweaty on the head. Gross! Makes me look nervous and sweaty on the head. And the other day I had a meeting and I rushed to get there and I was sweating on the head and I was like, 'Stop sweating! Nobody likes the sweaty head guy!' Big bald sweaty head walking into a room? An immediate C-!<br /><br />I'm not sweaty on the head all the time. I feel like it's just a matter of degrees to make me sweaty on the head. Like if it's 86 I'm sweaty on the head but if it's 84 I'm not sweaty on the head. I can feel it.<br /><br />I don't sweat under my arms at all or anywhere else. It's <span style="font-style:italic;">all </span>sweaty on the head. Like a dog's tongue. But head instead. And I don't like it.<br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Wait. Why did this fall down again?<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370" wmode="transparent" data="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf?autostart=false&token=a5d_1180704358"><param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf?autostart=false&token=a5d_1180704358"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="quality" value="high"></object>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-38048666233339997732007-07-26T12:48:00.000-04:002007-07-26T13:30:34.266-04:00The Epstein's PervSo last night I went out to see this comedy show called 'Mortified' which has people go on stage and read from their teenage journals or showing embarrassing old videos from puberty years or whatever. Mortifying stuff. And I started to wonder if I had any embarrassing stuff to read from or whatever. I know I have this <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/mydiary.html">old diary</a> but I was just trying to think up other stuff or whatever. And bing bang boom! I remembered something weird and creepy that I haven't thought about in years! Not really something good for their show but maybe a good story of sorts. Or maybe not. You can decide. Here tis:<br /><br />When I was growing up, we would go to this place called 'Epstein's' to get school clothes. They were big on Levi's jeans like 30% off and button down shirts and rugby type shirts. Discounty school clothing store basically. All my friends would get dragged their by their mom once or twice a year to stock up.<br /><br />Anyway, Epstein's had this dressing room that was just like one big room with benches and a curtain. Not private. And people would awkwardly change clothes in there while pretending there's nobody else in the room. Twas always sort of weird but whatever.<br /><br />One time, I walked into the back with some jeans to try on and there was only one guy in there. Older guy. He was just standing in there by himself not changing clothes or anything. I remember thinking that maybe he was a security guard or something. <br /><br />I felt weird about it but I started changing into the new jeans in front of him. And I could tell he was looking at me all creepy stylee. He wasn't doing or saying anything. Just standing there. Maybe he was waiting for someone? After a few minutes, he walked up to me and didn't say anything but handed me a business card and then rushed out of the room.<br /><br />Standing there in my tighty whiteys, I looked at the card trying to figure out what it was. All it had was <span style="font-style:italic;">a full name and phone number.</span> No business. No logo. No street address. Just a name and number. My 14 year old brain wasn't really smart enough to add up what it was about-- but I knew it just super wernt right. <span style="font-style:italic;">Way</span>. So I dropped the card and headed out to find my mom.<br /><br />I didn't say anything about what happened because... I didn't know even what to say. It was all so weird and I was a kid and I knew it was a creepy bad thing that I just hadn't fully processed yet. Maybe subconsciously I knew my mom would have gone berserk in the store and trashed the place and probably eventually would have had to be shot with a dart and it would have been a whole thing. I might not have been in the mood for a whole scene like that. <br /><br />Plus, I probably just wanted to get out of there and go home and play video games-- and work on blocking it out... for like the next 20 years or so.<br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOddOdd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-26946714704368396962007-07-24T17:48:00.001-04:002007-07-25T13:09:54.611-04:00Pictures for the WeekHey! <br /><br />I took some pictures! Wanna see em? Click <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/pik50143.html"><b>HERE</b></a>!<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/P1000584_Slgsb.jpg "></p><br /><br />ok bye!<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Nik sent in his song and first flash animation. Here tis if you wanna watch <a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/389464">Cocaine Dream</a>!Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-85384768681690965982007-07-24T03:10:00.000-04:002007-07-24T15:14:43.186-04:00In & Out Burger, Pinkberry and SunshineHey Y'all!<br /><br />I just finished eating me up an In & Out Burger and man oh man are those things tasty! Friggin chompity chomp! People keep saying, "Gotta eat at In & Out! Gotta do it!" So I done did. In like two seconds that burger was gone and I wanted another. So good. And not gross McDonalds aftergross. Fries are just ok though. Nothing special there.<br /><br />And I had Pinkberry the other day too. People been nagging me to eat that stuff so I done did. It was just ok. Tasted normal good. I mean, Really? Is that what all the hype was about? I like fruit. I like yogurt or whatever. But I didn't get why people were yelling at me insisting I eat the Pinkberry. But the burgers... man people wernt lying bout their deliciousness.<br /><br />Anyway, I seen a movie tonight. Sunshine. You can read a review <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/movies/movies3.html">here </a>if you wanna. <br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Thanks again to everyone who donated to the Odd Todd Ducky Ducks! We raced to become the Number #1 fundraising team in the whole friggin thing! Coolio! <a href="http://2004duckrace.kintera.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=233059&lis=1&kntae233059=72A6A02940734D38A9F0E2E5CB27DC26&lis=1">Check it!</a> In your face!! ummm.... other fundraising do-gooders?<br /><br />PPS. Apparently the link to the Ratatooey review was broken. Tis now fixed <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/movies/movies3.html">here. </a>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-883092558298436632007-07-23T11:47:00.001-04:002007-07-23T12:56:44.078-04:00Concert Scar FlashbackSo on Friday night I headed out with friends to see Sonic Youth play at this place called the Greek Theater. It's this big outdoorsy type place with big trees all around and stuff. (outdoor shows! big caly advantage!) When I walked in, I saw that I had actually been in that place before-- like when I was like 24. It was a weird dejavoos. (I was in Los Angeles years ago bumming around after college with friends and we all decided to go see Steve Miller play.)<br /><br />None of us had tickets but some dude swore it was easy to <span style="font-style:italic;">break in</span> because it was an outdoor place. We just had to hop a fence. Simple! So like dopes, we drove there and hung around in the parking lot staring at the security guards all along the fence-- separating us from the concert. The looking at our leader dope like, 'Wtf?'<br /><br />Apparently lots of us slackers had the same big idea. Dozens of dopes were in the parking lot hanging out looking to jump the fence. Security was looking back at us. I was ready to go home. All of a sudden, one dude went for it. He ran up to the fence and started climbing. Security guys tried to stop him as he clawed his way up. Then everyone bum rushed for the fences. Dozens of us. We are started scaling the 10-foot fence like monkeys. Security was overwhelmend. I threw myself over the top and went running through the woods with all the other dopes. We were all half drunk and whole stupid. The security guards yelled for us to stop but there was nothing they could do! <br /><br />Then we ran into this umm... <span style="font-style:italic;">other </span>fence. Our leader dope seemed surprised to see it there. He claimed it was new but it looked old. And it was like super tall with sharpy pointys at the top. Like when they don't close the links and just leave em open and pointy. And it was high. It seemed like maybe 40 or 90 feet high. (Or maybe 15 but it seemed way tall).<br /><br />I remember thinking that if I friggin fall and break my neck going over this stupid fence then I'm gonna be remembered forever as the guy who broke his neck at a Steve Miller concert! <span style="font-style:italic;">Sneaking into</span> a friggin Steve Miller concert! I was extra worried because I'm not all that nuts for Steve Miller and it would suck to have that label thrown on me to the grave. The guy who needed to see Steve Miller <span style="font-style:italic;">that </span>badly. And paid for it.<br /><br />But there I go climbing the big fence. It was friggin high and I was actually scared. And when I swung my leg over the top, I slashed my calf on a pointy-- totally gashing it open. Then I jumped down and sort of twisted my ankle on the landing. I was all f-ed up. And limped my way into the concert. <br /><br />It was stupid to even be there. The place was sold out and it was all assigned seating everywhere. No place to just stand. I was bleeding into my sock and limping and sweaty and we wandered around to 'The Joker' looking for stray seats. Nothing. No matter where we went there were ushers and security harrassers keeping us for settling in stray seats. So we just bailed.<br /><br />Anyway, I still have a scar on my leg from that day. (Which actually is the nice thing about some scars. They don't let you ever forget when you done did something stupido.)<br /><br />Anyway, so that was that with that. Whatever! Sonic Youth put on a really good show! Noisy and jammy good with Kim Gordon dancing and spinning round all rock star fantastic. They did a coolio noise jam over a half-tuned radio that seemed to pick up Color Me Badd 'I want to sex you up' and Phil Collins 'You're in my heart' or something. They rocked and sounded excellente. <br /><br />Of course, I was a <span style="font-style:italic;">blatant</span> dope and left my stupid camera in the stupid car. I mentally punched myself in the face for 20 minutes or so when we first got there. I couldn't even listen to the show. So stupid!<br /><br />If only leaving my camera behind would leave me with a good scar...<br /><br />ok bye!<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. So here are the terrible cellphone pics.<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://oddtodd.com/2142.jpg"></p><br /><br />Here's the show! Look at the quality of that shot!<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://oddtodd.com/2242.jpg"></p><br /><br />This looked sort of artsy coolio so there tis.<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/2238.jpg"></p><br /><br />The back of the shirt message was directed at my camera in the car.<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/2247.jpg"></p><br /><br />Coolio red smile?<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/2240.jpg"></p><br /><br />The trees around this place were ammmazzing...<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.oddtodd.com/2249.jpg"></p><br /><br />And then it was out to the car like cattle. <br /><br />ok bye!<br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. Got <a href="http://www.kettlekorn.com/">this </a>stuff on the way out. Twas the best popcorn I ever had!Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-9005645801676117702007-07-20T11:42:00.000-04:002007-07-20T13:51:50.363-04:00Update on Stuff... and stuffI can't believe I'm like over half-way done with this here trip! Twelve days and I'll be home to get my dog and see friends! (The trip back I have a 4-hour stopover in Vegas so I think I'm gonna head into town! That's enough time for me to lose everything, right?)<br /><br />Anyway, I've been going to lots of meetings. Talking to people. Trying to do stuff. I'll letcha know if/when something comes of all that blah blah etc. <br /><br />Coolio stuff this weekend! Tonight, I'm going to check out Sonic Youth perform Daydream Nation! Silver Rocket! And Sunday night, I'll be in the audience at the live taping for the Comedy Central Roast of Flavor Flav! Yeah boyee! Bringing my red laser pointer and gym coach whistle!<br /><br />Also, found the dry cleaners and my lost shirts. People suggested going through yellow pages and google or whatever to find locals but I just did the drive around and pray thing. And it totally worked! Favorite shirt is home safe and sound. Thanks for all the suggestions.<br /><br />And thanks again to everyone who joined the Odd Todd Ducky Duck team. We hit our goal in 2 days! (still going for 1st place). It's all really for a good cause. So feel free to still join up of course! You can win a mill. <a href="http://2007duckrace.kintera.org/faf/r.asp?t=12&i=233059&g=2022749&e=1173306984">CLICK HERE!</a><br /><br />And that's it for now. No meetings today! I'm off with my camera to find something weird. More Roscoe pics soon I think. And I haven't seen Gilbert around at all.<br /><br />Good vibes to y'all!<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. That spinning woman down there is an optical illusion... I think. <a href="http://www.wildcard.jp.org/">This thing</a> is kinda coolio too. And if you're really super bored you can watch My Super Ex-Girlfriend <a href="http://www.network54.com/Forum/192395/thread/1184820307/last-1184820307/my+Super+Ex+Girlfriend+freebage">here</a>-- but I think you gots to be pretty friggin bored...Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-17026519200379155292007-07-19T00:29:00.000-04:002007-07-20T12:07:59.267-04:00Odd Todd's Ducky Ducks! Year 5!Hey! <br /><br />It's the fifth year of Odd Todd's Ducky Ducks! Every year they float/race rubber ducks down the East River and raise money for <span style="font-weight:bold;">Special Olympics</span>! So I'm like Captain of the <span style="font-style:italic;">Ducky Duck</span> team and want to help raise some funds for a good cause etc...<br /><br />If you buy a duck-- your duck will be in the race! Only $5!<br /><br />Odd Todd's Ducky Duck people have won prizes before! Maybe you'll get lucky this year? You can win a <span style="font-weight:bold;">million bucks</span> if you get superduper lucky! Or airline tickets for 2 to the Caribbean! Other stuff too! Coolio! <br /><br />So there! It's only <span style="font-weight:bold;">$5.00 for a duck</span>! And it's fun and stuff and all that. Donate if you can, please. You can list yourself with a nickname if you wanna. <a href="http://2007duckrace.kintera.org/faf/r.asp?t=12&i=233059&g=2022749&e=1173306984">CLICK HERE!</a><br /><br />Thanks y'all!<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PPS. Spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise?<br /><img border="0" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/1415/counterandclockwisewtfaa9.gif"></p>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-20126127577616442772007-07-18T18:35:00.000-04:002007-07-18T19:02:05.453-04:00Lost My Shirt(s) in LASo the other day I was driving around and I had a few shirts in the car with me to drop off at the dry cleaners. I didn't really know where there was a dry cleaners-- but I figured I'd pass one somewhere round here. But I'm driving around and driving around and doing other errand this and little errand that- but not finding a dry cleaners! I was like, 'What's with this town?! Laundromats only?! WTF?'<br /><br />Finally, out of the corner of my <span style="font-style:italic;">eye I spy a dry</span> cleaners! Phew. I pull over right in front and go in with my shirts and drop em off and get the ticket thing. Back in car. Head straight home. Final errand done! <br /><br />Today before I headed out I remind myself to pick up my dry cleaning. I looked in my wallet for the ticket. No ticket. I look in my pile of receipts and crap. No ticket. Pants pockets, shirt pockets, car floor, car in between seats, in the book I'm reading, through the trash, between magazines, NO TICKET! No ticket! I'm like, 'Fruck! What happent to the ding dang ticket?! The lady will have to just...'<br /><br />Then it dawned on me. That isn't the bad part. Not at all. The bad part is I have no friggin idea <span style="font-style:italic;">where the actual dry cleaners is</span>! None! I wouldn't even know where it is if I actually knew where it was! I don't know where I'm going! I was driving around all over the place and just pulled over all super fast and ran in and ran out! I didn't pay attention for one second! I had the ticket after all! <br /><br />It was on a big street. I know that. Right? (My favorite shirt!) I think there was a Wendy's? Maybe? Venice! Or was it more La Cienga? Or not? Oh! I think there was one of those crazy blowy creatures with the wavy arms and big smiley face you see in front of used car places... nearby it... or was that... not...<br /><br />So that's where it stands. I'm just going to take a deep breath for now and relax knowing that my shirts are in a one mile radius. (Right?) That I do know. (I think.) And I'm sure if I just keep my eyes open while driving around, I'll recognize it. Definitely. That's all. I never forget a store... face. That I know for a fact! <br /><br />Although I'm not sure why I believe me when I say that...<br /><br />ok bye! (shirts)<br />tOddOdd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-39563555998701941552007-07-18T10:04:00.001-04:002007-07-18T21:14:44.361-04:00Wacky Headspinny New Film DreamSo I just woke up with a kooky dream in my head and I'm writing it down now before it fragments up and I forget it. I haven't even made coffay yet.<br /><br />OK, I was working in some sort of techie lab or something where they invented a camera that would record at a superduper fast speed. Like a million gazillion frames every second crazy fast or whatever. And we (I don't remember who the others were in 'we') set up the camera to record the first million gazillion frames per second type video in the cafeteria of the lab. The cafeteria was my cafeteria from high school. (are all weird dream settings set in high school?)<br /><br />The camera looked like an old-style camera and for whatever reason it ran on regular film not digital or whatever. And we recorded people sitting at the tables and eating and stuff. Then we went back to watch the film everything looked superduper slow motion or whatever because it was a million gazillion frames every second. <br /><br />But when we looked at the frames we saw that zipping around everyone in the cafeteria lighting fast were these creatures with blurry faces. Couldn't tell if they were good or evil or what. They were sort of like gaseous greenish and they were definitely involved with us.<span style="font-style:italic;"> They would touch us.</span><br /><br />And we all sort of freaked out staring at them-- and then went off to see if we could slow the film down even more...<br /><br />That was it. Sort of reminding me of some movie from something maybe? Or a Star Trek? A King book? Or maybe not. I dunno. Maybe just being around in this movie world is getting in my head. <br /><br />Any interpreters out there?<br /><br />Good vibes to y'all!<br /><br />tOdd<br /><br />PS. This video made me smile...<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf" width="450" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="autostart=false&token=365_1184724529" scale="showall" name="index"></embed>Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619056196908924585.post-47813034712856979342007-07-16T14:24:00.001-04:002007-07-16T19:25:47.153-04:00Another Roscoe Update...Here's the latest from Roscoe world:<br />-----------------------------------<br /><br />Hi, Todd -<br /><br />Roscoe's doing really well! He's totally holding up to extended boarding, and has completely adjusted to the routine: play, eat, sleep, repeat. The Australian Cattle dog Stella (his needy stalker) has gone home, so Roscoe's free to whoop it up with his boys and get crazy and wrestle, etc. He spent all morning running through the pool and then buzzing a dog named Buddy, trying to get him to chase. He runs up all crazy-ed to Buddy, then jumps on him and jumps back really quickly into a play bow, then runs away again. Then through the pool again. He's honestly one of the best boarders ever, because he's just so adaptable and happy and easygoing. Not too barky, not timid, not picky about eating. I'll try to give him a bath before you pick him, though, because he's not too worried about staying clean, either.<br /><br />Britta <br />------------------------------<br /><br />Can't believe <a href="http://www.oddtodd.com/Ppy.jpg">this </a>used to be Roscoe...<br /><br />PS. I saw Mike Tyson yesterday sitting outside some place on Sunset Blvd. Was way too scared to take a picture.Odd tOddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005183560462193085noreply@blogger.com20