I love the feeling of a newly changed password becoming second nature to your muscle memory.  I’m sure the ghosts my blue-collar ancestors, who actually worked with their hands, are staring over my shoulder & wondering how we got to be so soft.  It’s a first-world life I lead.

Here’s what Miss Universe makes me think about:

• I wonder about the roads I didn’t take. Because I went to college & got a job & rely on my brains to get me through life.
• Brett Michaels looks like he’s lip syncing the words on the teleprompter.
• I wonder if Axl Rose looks at what Brett Michaels has made of himself & asks “who not me?”
• This is the 59th Miss Universe.
• Holy fuck, the judges are a Who’s Who of Who Used to be Somebody: William Baldwin, Chynna Phillips, Criss Angel!
• Criss Angel! They called him “provocative,” which I guess in the Miss Universe universe, he is.
• Brett Michaels is so bad at this it’s kind of not funny any more.
• It’s nice that they’re taking the ladies on a tour of Las Vegas, since so many of them will probably end up working there in the professional sex industry.
• They have choreographed dance moves.  “Dance.”  They’re “dancing”.
• All of these ladies look like they do the same ab workout I do!
• Miss Universe is telling us about what’s hot & trendy is Vegas.  I will never ever go to any of those places.
• I wish someone would throw an elbow.
• Miss Albania’s interests are Astrology & Yoga.  She’s my new BFF.

Mostly, I’ve learned that I can’t take more than an hour of this. Ladies, you’re all winners!

First, there’s the video at Cute Overload of a valiant, brave Corgi diving into the water to rescue his tennis ball.

Then, Corgi Booty from the Daily Squee.

I like everything about this.

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It was my sort of dream to create my own template for this blog.  But I didn’t do that.  Instead, I decided it was more important to actually start writing.  The good news is that now I can take my time learning how to create a template.  The bad news is that I’ll never actually do that.  But the good news is that now I can stop worrying about it.  And the bad news is that now I’ll find something else to obsess over for about 2 weeks.

Yay brain!