West VirginIa

March 30, 2007

Eh heh.  Eh heh-heh-heh.

From Fox Sports:


The “West Virginia” printed on the shirts players wore after winning the NIT title with a 78-73 victory over Clemson on Thursday night is missing the last “i” in “Virginia.”
WVU sports information director Shelly Poe said the NIT printed the shirts.
Calls to tournament officials were not immediately returned Friday.

The Verdict is In…Roomba’s Rock!

March 26, 2007

My “big” present to Mrs. Pupster for Christmas this year, a Roomba, received a less than enthusiastic response.  My own enthusiasm wanned when the the Roomba began to conspire against me with our dog.  But patience, perseverance, and dogged determination on my part to never do any housework have finally paid off…Mrs. Pupster LOVES HER ROOMBA!  I only wish I had purchased the red one…it’s dead sexy.

The Downside of Weight Loss

March 19, 2007

I’m no longer eligible to be Dancing Kevin’s stand in.  I’ve still got the moves, though. 

Pupster – The Chart FINAL

March 18, 2007

Many thanks to my fellow fatties in the weight loss competition: DaveinTexas, Geoff and Enas Yorl.  Without the threat of losing the weight loss contest, I probably would not have lost pound one. 

The Navy Circumference chart says 29% body fat, and the scale grunted when I stepped on this afternoon,  then breathlessly read 206 before crying “UNCLE!”  My final numbers are -4% body fat and -19 pounds.  I still have a long way to go, but I’ll stop blogging about it.  Promise. Read the rest of this entry »

Mr. Pupster Goes to Washington

March 17, 2007

I took Friday off so I could drive to our nations capital to attend A Gathering of Eagles.  Mapquest said 6+ hours, and 470 some miles.  I left early in a freezing, drizzly rain.  The roads were wet but not icy, and I made good time until I started getting into the serious mountains around Morgantown, WV; then it looked like this: Read the rest of this entry »

Harrison Hooks a Pupster Up

March 16, 2007

As soon as I “shook hands”  I could tell he was thirsty.  He was a guy with a need for a cold beer, looking for a patron pup with an expense account. 

(Pausing to scratch self)

I should have known right then that I was going to get nailed with the bar tab…and no reach around.  The sign said “No Dogs Allowed”.  He said  (with an evil gleam in his eye) “But Pupster’s buying.   No dogs, no tip.”  The bartender had convenient amnesia.

The thing about Arlington is that the f’n streets don’t make any sense, and it’s pretty much impossible to find your way around.  You need an inside contact.  That’s why I called Harrison.  He knew the score.  Show me how to get to my hotel and I’ll buy you a beer.  If it were only that simple.Down goes Harrison

One year to a human is like seven years to a Pupster, but the inverse is true when it comes to drinking beer.  I guess no one told Harrison.  I yelled,” You’re a cab”  to his sobbing request.  I’m not the freakin bellman. If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay home on the porch.     

The View From My Window

March 15, 2007

GET DOWN!Someone has too much time on their hands.  Over the last few weeks, someone has been shooting my office building with a BB gun.  The landlord had reported the problem to the Police, who took a report. 

Last week, the shooter moved on to car windows in the parking lot, my bosses car was the first to get hit. The BB shattered his driver’s side window.  The Police were called out again, and they took a report.  The responding officer seemed to think my boss had pissed someone off. 

Another car window was shot out after the Police left.  When they responded to the call again, they started knocking on doors.  Across the street in an apartment building they found a 19 year old kid smoking dope.  Apparently he stays home all day while his mom works, and he was bored.  The cops didn’t arrest him, but they put the fear of God in him, and no more shots have been fired at our building.