Decision ’07 – Crossroads *UPDATE*

January 29, 2009

I recieved the following email today, and wanted to bump and credit this photograph.


I just found a photograph taken by used on your blog without credit/permission:   (redacted post updated and bumped-Pup)

The original can be found here:

This picture is protected by a CC license that requires giving credit to me. Flickr also requires a link back to their pages..

Please give due credit or remove the picture.

Best regards



Photo  by: 

 zeitspuren   (check out his flicker photostream!)

I just replied thusly:


Thank you for the email, I must apologize for my bad Internet manners.  I love your picture so much!  I meant no offense, and to be totally honest, I was quite intoxicated when I wrote the original post, and was unable to find you again after becoming sober to provide proper credit. 

 I believe I did a yahoo image search for ‘crossroads’ originally, but I could not duplicate the results that lead me to your awesome photograph the first time.  I got no less than 2 different emails requesting information about your photograph, I will reply to them and CC you once I get your permission to continue to use this image on my humble blog.

 How did you find me?  I’m just curious is all.  Please review the changes to the post:

 (I’ve updated and bumped to the top)

 I pledge to immediately and without any hard feelings remove your photograph, or edit it to your satisfaction.  Please forgive me for your trouble. 




Original Post:

Things are unsettled in the Pupster world.  I’m up against some really heavy meat world stuff, my dear pretend internet friends.  I have to make a grown-up type decision and I feel like a fawn in headlights. 

How do you make the tough decisions?  Honest to God, I’ve probably only made two or three of them in my whole life, I usually wait for the circumstances to force my hand, or the murky water to settle and clear.  Wait and see is a sure way for one of my options to go away in this instance.  I might just flip a coin.


Weekend in the Woods

September 27, 2008

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Seinfeld Compilation- 100 Catch Phrases

August 23, 2008

This is a pretty well done series of clips, with a bouncy bass and Wurlitzer sound track, “Time is Tight” by Booker T & The MG’s. Read the rest of this entry »

Weezer – Island in the Sun

April 6, 2008

I’ve been in a deep funk for a couple of months, I’ve not been able to write anything other than horribly self-indulgent and depressing dreck. I’m not out of it, but I’m fighting. I’m not going to write about or post any dark stuff. Just happy smiley fuzzy sunny uplifting gee willikers isn’t it swell shit from here on out. Or hiatus again.

I ran across this video from Weezer via Cute Overload (shut up!). No embedding allowed, so I hot-linked a screen shot.

Everybody loves Puppies

Lyrics after the fold.  Read the rest of this entry »

On Hiatus

February 29, 2008

Hiatus.  It’s a fun word to say.  Hiatus.  I’m on one.

On the Beach and In the Sport Coat

February 26, 2008

Another full day of people trying to sell me their stuff, interesting and informative but I’m not buying.  Anything.    There was a golf outing and a cruise which I neglected to sign up for, preferring to spend my evening on the beach. 

Other than a few hippies trying to roll me back into the bay, it did not suck.  Tonight is the formal dinner for which I bought the sport coat.   

Unflattering picture below the fold.

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My Own Private Florida

February 25, 2008

Last night I overindulged a bit, I met up with my rep for the firm who is springing for this trip, and I couldn’t buy myself or anyone else a thing, every-time I blinked I had a fresh drink in my hand or plate of food in front of me. 

I finally slipped away and went back to my room to put on my swim trunks.  The pool was totally deserted.

So was the hot tub.

It was great.  I’d jump in the pool and swim a lap, then amble over to the hot tub for a soak.  I must have done it for at least an hour, and no other guests intruded on my own private Florida resort.