Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Internet's Down

Here's an episode that came to me while trying to wake up on a Saturday morning -- not a time that typically produces profound thoughts.



Friday should be an exciting day. It's both my birthday and the scheduled posting of the 200th episode. I haven't written it yet, and I'd like it to be special -- so I'm open to suggestions. What's your favorite kind of episode? Is there something in the news I haven't covered but should have? Do you have a personal story you're willing to risk having Brad and Lily discuss? Please leave a comment and help me make the 200th one of the best ever.

Monday, August 17, 2009

A Pervy Cat

You can always count on stupid criminals to deliver choice material. I would have liked to see the police interrogators trying to keep a straight face as this guy told his story.



Did you play along with Lily? If you guessed right, leave a comment to brag about it. And leave a comment if you guessed wrong -- you have some explaining to do. It wasn't that hard, was it?

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Canine Husband

This title could be misleading. Surprisingly, this clip is not about Governor Mark Sanford.



It's a shame that the slippery slope of unconventional marriage has taken this woman out of the dating pool. Any woman who would marry a dog would be a real catch for most guys.

It's interesting to me that anti-gay-marriage people often bring up the inability to procreate as an argument against extending marriage rights. As if the world was in dire need of more babies. When I was growing up, the biggest environmental concern was the population boom. But while our exploding global population is putting a greater strain on natural resources than ever, nobody in the U.S. ever talks about that anymore. Nobody wants to say anything negative about babies.

China's one child policy seems oppressive, but at least they are acknowledging the problem and trying to do something about it. I don't know the answer, but I can't believe spreading the message that there is no higher calling than parenthood is helping. I think that if people can enjoy their lives in stable relationships without the need to pump out more babies, then we should say "more power to 'em."

Unfortunately, it seems that just the opposite is happening. In Islamic cultures were polygamy is accepted, men can father dozens of children. Osama Bin Laden has about 50 brothers and sisters. So some Christians feel like they're in a competition -- that they have a moral imperative to keep pace with baby production. They don't stop to think that, as a culture, we might be more successful if we kept our ratio of people to natural resources low by keeping our population in check.

But as I said, I don't have an answer on how to do that. We're happy as a one-child family, but I can't justify imposing our family size on anyone else any more than I could justify imposing a rigid definition of straight marriage on gay people. But I do think accepting, and even encouraging, people who choose to not have kids is a good start. They even asked the lady who married her dog what she was going to do about having kids, and she said, "We'll adopt." Why even ask her that question? As if not being able to have kids is the crazy part of that scenario! The world doesn't need everybody procreating. Until Japanese sex-bots become affordable to the masses, we'll always have plenty of babies.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Stupid Arrogant Cat

Here's another story that seems hard to believe, but it's true. If you don't believe me, bing it. (Google is so May '09.)



The couple's names are Chris and Rose Rasmussen and the stupid arrogant cat's name is Sparky. Here's a picture of Chris with Sparky.


I have to admit, from this picture alone, Sparky looks pretty damn special. See how he's doing such a good job of acting like Chris doesn't even exist. That takes concentration.

I guess Brad and Lily aren't cat people. If you're a cat lover, sorry if I offended you. I had a cat growing up, but it was a cool cat because it acted more like a dog. It would chase me around the yard like a dog because it learned how to play from a small dog next door. The coolest thing it would do is hide in the bushes when my parents would have company over, and when they walked up the sidewalk to our porch the crazy cat would jump out, standing on its hind legs with its from paws clawing the air and hissing at them. The woman would scream, the man would almost fall backwards, and the cat would run off laughing to himself. His name was Rusty, and he was awesome.