I sparked a debate...

over the desire to train my dog to run alongside my bike. I still think the idea is good, but I would of course be safe. I am going to get one of these to make it safer for both me and the dog. Better yet, I like this one. A little more expensive, but it's worth it.

I wouldn't do anything that jeopardized my safety or even more importantly my dog's. But thanks for all the concern, and if I feel I wouldn't have the control I needed, I won't do it.

Check out this video of guys firing a .577 T-Rex rifle. Last check, the price tag on this baby is $4000. Talk about kick - it fires a 750-grain bullet at 2,400 fps, with 10,000 foot-pounds of muzzle energy. When fired in a 13-pound rifle, this produces 158 foot-pounds of recoil!

Damn... writer's block has kicked in. I hate this. OK, more to come.

It's Monday

Well - after the first week with the new roommate I can already feel a difference in me as my energy levels are already higher then before. I walk her twice a day (three times if you include lunch) and out walking distances are already longer. Soon I plan on riding my bike (she's a cattle dog and needs to run).

I saw Stranger Than Fiction yesterday. I really enjoyed it. Not your typical Will Farrell.

More to come a little later. I have to go be Instructor guy now... Tweed jacket anyone?

News from the canine world -- day 5

I haven't decided whether or not to plan an escape. The big guy appears to be harmless, but I am still cautious.

On day one, he wanted me to get into his car -- yeah right! Who was this guy, and how do I know he wasn't trying to kill me? The dude actually picked me up and threw me into the backseat! Things were not starting off well.

He took me to what I can only assume is his den, then he tried to poison me. But I showed him! I wasn't about to eat that stuff! I laughed as he threw it away the next morning... untouched.

Day 2 wasn't much better. He violently threw me into the car... again... and he dragged me to some large place without a blade of grass in sight. And what's with this calling me "Pix" crap? We spent what must have been several days there before returning to the den. Then he did something unexpected -- he gave me a toy worth playing with. How did he know a racquetball inside a sock is the greatest toy ever? I decided to give him a chance that night. He's not that bad of a guy I guess, I even decided to say goodnight to him. Still, what's with all the "Pix" stuff?

On day 3 he woke up nice and early and took me for a walk... Geez! Could the guy go any slower? Then, just as I start to trust the guy (I even ate some his food - I guess it wasn't poisoned after all) the boy goes and screws it all up by leaving me home alone! What is wrong with this guy? I mean, doesn't he know when he leaves for 5 or 6 days like that I'm not going to cope very well? He doesn't know it, but he's lucky he came back early and took me with him. I was getting ready to eat his couch.

I met some of the other members of his pack, and they're not bad people. But damn if he doesn't have them calling me "Pix" as well! I swear if I ever meet this "Pix", I am going to have to throw down! Stupid name.

Last night (the evening of day 4) I think figured out the big guy. He's not too bad! The food's a little monotonous, but at least there isn't any poison. I'm enjoying the walks, but I long for the day he goes a different direction. I don't think he's going to kill me (not right at this moment) so I will get into his car by myself now. All is going pretty well, even after he screwed up today! Can you believe he took me to see a member of his pack who stuck a stick up my ass? Then she started prodding and poking and looking into my eyes and ears - if the big guy had left the room I would've lost it!

That's all for now. The big guy's coming back to his computer and I don't want to try to explain how I know how to type. To my friends I leave them with this - Relax. The big guy seems OK and until proven otherwise appears to have my best interest at heart... even if he doesn't know my name. I guess it's just easier to go along with him... so Pix it is. For now. I will give you an update soon...

She's awake!

OK, I promise not to be the "I'll put EVERY picture of my dog on my blog" kinda guy... but I wanted at least one more. She's not a huge dog, but look at that face!

Meet my new partner in crime...

This is Pixie, "Pix" for short. I didn't name her, but I like the irony of it. She is a 3 year old Australian Cattle Dog mix.

Getting adopted makes for a hard day, as you can see. I love she took straight to her new bed. I will update with more lively pictures of her adventures soon. I'm off to bed too. Here's to hoping she doesn't decide to leave a present for me around the place.

OK... we have gone too far!

I know this is sorta old news, but I just found this out - the Cookie Monster is now health conscious! How in the hell did this happen? You cannot blame bad eating habits and obesity on him, I don't care what you say.

I swear! According to child care professionals, our parents raised us (my generation and prior) with a risk factor the equivalent of jumping off a roof without a parachute, juggling knives and swallowing fire on the way down. You would think we are lucky to be alive, what with the not wearing helmets and apparent incessant diet of cookies. Oh, and we were lucky to have survived in spite of all the bad influences and habits we picked up from tv shows and movies like "The Dukes of Hazzard" (jumping that creek with my Datsun B210 was very tempting), "Bosom Buddies" (I almost became a cross dresser just so I could get close a Donna Dixon), and "Smokey and the Bandit" (I was offered good money to make a 21 hour beer run, but fortunately I didn't have gas money).

I know we have a responsibility to look after the next generation, and I believe the parents need to be completely involved in their kids' lives. However, I think we need to remember there is a line of common sense we need to observe, and that ultimately a kid needs to be able to be a kid!

I have been

documenting an argument I have been having with a friend. The entire debate has been done via email. It is currently a 13 page Word document. Who says people don't know how to communicate anymore? This argument has taken up a lot of my focus as of late, and is part of the reason for my non-blogginess, to coin a phrase.

In other news, I have setup another MySpace account. The only reason I even setup a MySpace account was to point people here. I do have some pics on there, but that's about it. My original MySpace page is http://myspace.com/kreja.

The second MySpace page is so I can showcase some of my performing talent. I have put up a couple songs, one is the finale of the "Paradise Sonata" found here on my blog, and the second is a clip of me singing on a soundtrack on which I recorded - "The Picture of Jesus". That page can be found at http://myspace.com/krejac.

All I can say is HOLY S$^#!!!

I have been dealing with some things. What to do when you have a problem with someone who insists no one else should know what is going on?

Now I believe I am pretty good at dealing with people and usually trust my judgment. But when both parties are adamant about their position, I think a third party should be consulted to help straighten things out. I am not above being convinced I am wrong, but when I believe the person accusing me of wrongdoing is absolutely wrong, then I am hard pressed to be swayed. So then what?

What really sucks is the argument is being played out like a soap opera between tweenagers (yes "tween") and it should have been resolved days ago, and I even said so. But the other person won't let go of their unalterable position. I am currently at the point where the only plausible outcomes are 1) an apology (receiving, not giving) or 2) a firing squad at 20 paces.

I really find myself angry more that the issue has become a topic of epic proportions and my attempts to kill it have been met with further diatribes. My friend Nick once told me something which really does put some things in perspective:

It is very well known men and women think differently. When it comes to arguments, men apply simple logic and rationalization to determine the outcome. If the other side presents a more compelling logical argument most men will concede the point and the argument is over. Women, on the other hand, need to have their feelings validated. It isn't as much about right or wrong as it is about the need for the other person to understand WHY she is upset.

Being able to figure out which category this person fits into has helped me with regard to most situations, but every now and it just doesn't matter.