Exhibit 9.17

Links

*A six-second video Heather made of Sonny.

*Joe Posnanski's experience at Jon Lester's no-hitter against the Royals last night.

*A video made by Chris Higgs and Caitlin Newcomer at a new site called Harlot.

Exhibit 4.11

By popular demand:


That's your hand in the corner.

Exhibit 4.9

So there was a possum in the backyard tonight. It scared the dogs/me. The possum seemed pretty nonplussed by all their/my barking.


I didn't even know that a possum showing up in the yard was a possibility. Turns out it is. He seemed nice.

The last picture on the camera before all of the possum shots was this one:


I honestly don't know if this blog could get any worse.

Exhibit 3.3

While I was walking our two dogs, a group of 4 or 5 preschool-aged children from our neighborhood ran towards me, and one asked in Spanish if they could pet the dogs (I assume). The dogs at this point were really freaked out by the children, and I'm very nervous about them biting a child so it didn't seem like a good idea. Unfortunately, I don't actually know any Spanish, but rather than make the obvious assumption that at least one of the children (and probably all) had better English skills than I had Spanish, I decided I'd tough it out with my Spanish gleamed from movie titles, band names, and the Amigos menu.

"No, gracias," I said. "Perro malvado." To complete this inter-cultural exchange, I widened my eyes ominously.

The children seemed confused and ran away.

This was not the correct way to say this for at least two reasons:
1) Malvado apparently means evil, not just bad. So I'm now the hombre in the neighborhood with a blood-thirsty pack of 9-kilo dogs.
2) I used the singular (I think), which means they either thought I was calling the child who asked an evil dog, was talking to a different and unseen evil dog, or I was calling myself an evil dog.

In other words, imagine approaching a man walking two dogs and asking to pet the barking dogs which are straining at their leashes towards you. The man looks confused for a moment before shouting in a heavy accent, "No thanks, Evil Dog!" The man then widens his eyes and walks away.

Would you invite that man to your next neighborhood fiesta?