Poppy is amused

Dawg snacked me into a full-on meal this week:



I really don't think I'm quite that entertaining, but apparently I'm wrong.

Confercation days 7-9 highlights

I'm sorry to anyone who was really looking forward to the specific babbling, but I can't do the long posts so I'll do bullets:

• It's hard for me to not want to move to Texas after visiting B.
  
• I like Cheesecake Factory fried mac and cheese.
  
• I like the Dallas Arboretum.
  
• B and I made a vlog for Sourpuss while at the arboretum, and I hope someday B will post it or at least give it to Sour because it's HILARIOUS.
  
• I like helping B shop for new skinny girl clothes (girl, you skinny).
  
• I won't drink lemon drops ever again. :)
  
• I will smoke cigars again, but I'll make B pick them.
  
  
• I will try to never fly while hung over again.
  
• I enjoyed being Dawg's first blogger he ever met and being the first blogger to do Cereal Wednesday with him. He even gave me a(nother!) present of one of the PostSecret books signed by Frank Warren. And a sloop (spoon straw) from Cereality, which is in my silverware drawer waiting for me to eat cereal that is Cap'n Crunch ... but bluer!
  
• It's good to be home, but now my mind is contemplating life choices more than ever.

And so concludes the confercation highlights.

I am internet famous

Miss Britt would like me to share with you all that I am internet famous. (A link to the featured video is here.)

Just for the record, I wasn't trying to be. I'd rather be a rich recluse. :D

Monsters

Boo Berry Cereal Wednesday with special guest ME and Sweetheart Bear:



I look lovely. :D

a sticky (ew) reminder

Dawg and I are doing this week's Cereal Wednesday together. Please visit my site or Dawg's site to watch us make fools of ourselves. (Well, ok, Dawg is never a fool, but I'm always a fool. :D )

I assure you, the confercations will continue as writing time permits.

I am sure you are sick of me, but Shirley you're not sick of cereal.*

So, this cold is kicking my ass for one final day. I woke up to my throat and head going, "don't you even think about going to work today!!" so I didn't. I fed the kitties, emailed work that I would not be showing up, took some Theraflu DAYTIME, and fell back to sleep for 3 hours. Ahhhhhh... much better. I know this is the last day because my voice is now officially messed up.

Now, if you will excuse me, CEREAL WEDNESDAY SEASON 2 IS HERE AND I NEED TO WATCH IT!!!!!!!!! so, shh:





*I say lame things when I'm sick.

a picture saying its own words

No, it's not Puppy's birthday, it's just been 3 months. It feels like just yesterday, and also an eternity.

(If you're new to Puppy, go here then here, but bring a box of tissues.)

My evil plan has worked!!!

Yesterday I tricked Dawg into writing a post for me today.

Hehehehehehehehehehe.

Dawg, I'm totally the bigger dweeb. Seriously. See this hair? zomg bad. See me standing in the corner facing the wall? See 11000 people walk right past and not acknowledge my existence? Yup, I'm a dweeb!

(And I kid, because neither one of us is a dweeb. At all. Not even a smidge. Other insulting adjectives, sure. But dweeb? Nope! And thank you for giving me a morning giggle. :)

PS - I tooooootally keep forgetting to mention (wtf!) that on my way home from a work conference, meeting Avi and Britt (yah?) and maybe even Crys if she suddenly decides to hit la FL, and seeeeeeeiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg B!!!!!! I am hanging out with Dawg in NYC during a layover back to France and we're doing a Cereal Wednesday together!!!!!!! ZOMG I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED I CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT. That might be cuz I just had coffee, but I'm pretty sure it's cuz I get to hang with Dawg for a few hours and eat cereal. :D Mark your calendars for October something-or-other. ;)

The secret one

I was strong. Until the end. Now I'm weak.

I am behind in reading blogs, so I only just got to read Dawg's post from yesterday. I didn't realize I needed to heal, but when I read it I could feel that I was starting to. No other blogger has made me cry so much, and I am glad to be able to be there for a friend, even if not physically.



Love you, Dawg. ((((HUG))))

eulogy

If you want to cry then you read this post. If you don't want to cry then you don't read that post. You'll be a better person for reading it, so you should cry a little (oh, who am I kidding, a lot).

Reality virtual

This post is probably quite clearly the result of me pouring through all the blog posts and comments about Dawg and Puppy Monster.

Why is it so much more accepted as valid to have been in someone's physical presence and formed a friendship versus having met online, shared each other's deepest hopes and dreams, and realized you want to be each other's friend?

I'm doing a count in my head and telling you that every single one of the friends I am close with except two are people I knew from the internet first. They became my friends there first. I didn't have to meet them to know how incredibly amazing they were.

And for anyone who argues that meeting someone in person gives us a better sense that the person is genuine: Is that really true? We all get tricked by people in our physical lives as well, from time to time. We all think we know people and then realize we don't know them as well as we thought. That's life.

I think Amy, creator of the graphics for the Puppy Monster memorial, says it best:

"Can you believe this? I've never been so proud to belong to a community before in my life. It's one thing to say you have friends, but it's another thing when the chips are down to see who really stands by you - no matter how far away, how well they know you, or if you've ever met face to face."

I can believe it, I'm so happy that there are truly good people in the world, and that I get to be a part of a truly selfless act for an incredible person. I'm also really happy that, much to his chagrin, Avi's reputation as a total asshole has been completely and utterly and irrevocably decimated. Sorry, sweetie, your teddy bear heart is shining through. And so are those of all the people who are showing Dawg support monetarily and through kind words. (But, Avi, scooch a little closer for a sec: If you make that kitten killing video you [I HOPE] joked about in order to get your reputation "back on track" I am not kidding about turning you in, so DON'T. DO. IT.)


To Helen and B and any of my other readers who may have quietly purchased graphics, thank you so very, very much.

Thanks so much to everyone who has donated to Dawg for the costs associated with something he should never have even experienced, the loss of his son.

Avi just told me that as of 6:30pm today 117 people have donated almost $1800. I am so amazed by everyone's generosity. I have hope for this world. If you're interested in following the progress please visit Avi's blog and look in the sidebar. He's keeping the total updated periodically. If you haven't donated or you're able to give more please buy a graphic. Or two. Or 100. :) Every little bit helps.

Bad things and good people should never have to meet.

Last night I spent several hours reading blogger posts and comments about Dawg and Puppy. Then I abruptly shut everything off and went to sleep. This morning I had terrible, terrible nightmares that I don't want to discuss and when I awoke Georgie was jumping onto the bed to spend time with me. She got on my chest and pushed her head into my hand to pet her. Then she gestured that she wanted to come under the covers with me. I petted her for a while then I just burst into tears and she didn't know what to do so she jumped down. I sat up on the side of the bed and cried some more ... those achy, sobby tears ... then brushed my teeth and took a shower and got dressed. When I came downstairs I did what I always do on Saturday which is go visit Avi for his Saturday vlog. I knew it would be about Dawg and Puppy. I was trying to be a champ about it, but as soon as I saw that in 15 hours we had contributed $1100 to Dawg I just lost it all over again. Because Adam is such a good person for organizing this. Because we love a blogger and show him our support. Because I can't take back that day for Dawg. Because I want to give Dawg a big hug and take his pain away.

I love you, Dawg. I love you, Puppy, and I miss you.

I don't recall feeling a deeper sadness over the loss of a human being. NYC Watchdog posted that his son DJ (aka Puppy Monster) passed away as the result of an accident. I don't know what to say, I am too busy feeling.

Dawg doesn't want anyone to contact him but if you have seen him around my blog or have watched his Cereal Wednesdays please stop by and watch his Puppy Monster videos then offer your condolences in comment form. You can also donate to Dawg via Avi's website.

QT, snacked, SGP, skipped

My parents finally left for their home very early this morning after an entire week of totally invading my personal space. When Hay and I woke up I was excited to spend some quality time with him. He was excited to give me a wet Willie (my first one ever, so I guess that's a plus) and go play a zombie game.

Dawg keeps snacking on me like I'm awesome or something, when in fact he is the one who is awesome.

Okay, got your fleur set uploaded. Teaser:



Go see flickr for all 48 photos.

The best part of the day is to come: Hay and I are intentionally skipping a wedding. We're going to get all dressed up in our wedding gear (since we have it), go within a tenth of a mile of the wedding site and have coffee, then go home. CHEERS! B, it's the bird lady getting married and this is our ultimate vindication. If anyone thinks I'm kidding about any part of this you're sorely mistaken.

Cliffhanger

Go read the post.

If I knew precisely where NYC Watchdog lived I'd buy him this as a parting gift.

Looks like the last of the Cereal Wednesdays will air on May 30. I am sad. I understand. I just hope Dawg does something new with videos because I'll miss seeing him if he stops making videos altogether.

In honor of my favorite EMT I present to you Cereal-on-the-Go sold by DormBuys.



You buy your own cereal and milk then use this handy dandy contraption to port your cereal around. Then when you're ready you combine it with your ported milk!

Now, I looooooooooooooove cold cereal, but what about everyone else? Do you mind if your cereal is refrigerated along with the milk (in separate compartments, but stacked on top of one another) so that your cereal is cold when you pour your milk over it? Yummmmmm.

Not a Princeton man*

Dear Blogosphere,

Despite the fact that NYC Watchdog mentions quite frequently that orange is the new black / pink, he doesn't actually like orange all that much and would like you to stop sending him orange objects as gifties. That is all.

Hugs,
~Poppy


(No, I never sent Dawg anything orange. Or anything at all for that matter. But if I ever did it would not be orange. It would be puppy. :D )


*Princeton loves orange. Is that common knowledge? Yah, it is. To me anyway.

I've lost my muse.

I don't know who my muse was but she left the building.

I've started and stopped several posts this week alone. I know it looks like I'm posting a lot still, but there's no Poppy Passion behind them.

So. Maybe move along to:

1. NYC Watchdog's Rice Krispies Cereal Wednesday
2. ACW's May Baltimore blogger event
3. Avi's dinner vlog
4. SkeeterB "quits" his job
5. Crys! goes to Iowa with her husband and screams the entire way there
6. Heather does some blunk drogging on the road with her mom and Nabby
7. SourPuss shows you the cutest puppy picture on the planet


There are other awesome posts but 7 is a good, solid number.