All right, so my mom's been a dog breeder since around the time I was born. At this point, that would be around eighteen years. Her first foray into the dog-breeding world was with shelties, i.e. shetland sheepdogs; they're kind of like miniature lassies.
We used to breed shelties as well when I was growing up.
(Wow, I don't know what I feel worse about; torturing the horse, or the metaphor.)
It's okay, they're both in a better place now.
I was watching 30 Rock tonight, and it was probably the best episode of the series thus far. And since 30 Rock is the best TV comedy since Seinfeld, that's saying something. It had slapstick, commentary on corporate buffoonery, a brief explanation of the Uncanny Valley, dick jokes, and an extended parody of Amadeus. Something for everyone, and all in one episode of a sitcom, the most derided genre of the most derided medium (TV) in popular culture. People who say TV will rot your brain just don't have a leg to stand on. What they should say is that bad TV will rot your brain. In the meantime I'll continue to enjoy some of the best and funniest storytellers in the world. On TV.
::an American flag is lowered behind EffEm as he finishes his speech and the strains of "The Star Spangled Banner" begin to play::
Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.