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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Outdoor Living with Fire and Abandonment

May 25, 2008

I can haz smores?

Mrs. Pupster and the Pupster boys bought me an early Father’s Day present….an Outdoor Fireplace!  After a few rounds of my favorite game:  “Either I’m stupid or these assembly instructions are incomplete”, I put it together and made a spot for it with paving stones in the backyard.  Turns out the instructions were cryptic and I’m stupid.  Double bonus.  The plan was to make S’mores and have a backyard camp-out in the tent. 

Purple Haze - All in my brain

When I got the fire burning well, the fireplace started to smell a bit like hot metal and burning paint, not the sort of thing you want to roast marshmallows over.  We opted for microwaved S’mores and shallow breaths through our noses while gathered around the campfire’s toxic glow. 

Room for 5, Occupancy-1

I set up the tent earlier in the evening, with the Pupster boy’s able and excited assistance.  We stayed up pretty late, but neither boy could sleep in the tent with their nice warm bedrooms just a few steps away, so they both bailed on the camp-out in the middle of the night, and left me snoring and shivering in the tent.  It got down into the low 40’s last night, kinda chilly for late May.   

I had a mild panic attack after waking up alone, cold, stiff, and covered with dew,  but I rushed inside and found them both safe and snoring in their own beds. I decided not to dump a bucket of ice water on their heads at this time.  It’s just too impulsive and haphazard.  This kind of revenge needs planning.

Psycho Robin *Updated*

April 20, 2008

I keel you!

This little devil has been hurling himself against my home office window for over a week.  I’m guessing he is attacking his own reflected image in the glass.  You’d think, after a few bone-jarring *pock*’s into the window he’d figure it out, but no such luck.  Every day he keeps it up, smearing his bird juice all over my view. 

Winner winner, robin dinner

I taped up an image of an attacking red-tailed hawk to try and dissuade him, but he just adjusted his trajectory and keeps up the attack.  He really should be scared, there is a family of hawks a few trees over from here. 

Although I admire his pluck and persistence, I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill himself with a few more days of window smacking, and even if he doesn’t, he’s messing up my window something awful.  I might just have to put him down myself. 


Mrs. Pupster went to The Wild Bird Store, and they recommended stick-on hawk silhouettes and reflective tape.  We’ll see. 

Back I say!

*puts pellet gun back in closet*

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

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