“I heard joke once:
Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world.
Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.”
Man bursts into tears.
“But doctor,” he says, “I am Pagliacci.””—Rorschach, Watchmen (x) (Alan Moore)
Yesterday I had the morning off before work so I was hanging out with the puppy. Whenever I take him outside to pee, as we go back inside he’ll walk right over to the counter where the jar full of his treats are. So I’ll grab 2 or 3 and have him do a couple commands like “sit” and “stay” and whatnot.
He’s always really good about them except for one - “lay down”. He never seems to understand what it means. He’ll stare at me waiting as if I never said anything. I actually have to point to the ground in front of him and repeatedly say “Lay down… lay down… lay down…” before he actually does it, all confused and shit. I spent the whole morning and afternoon trying to get him to do it. I’d grab more treats, tell him to sit. After he’d sit, I’d reward him. Then I’d say “lay down”, and get nothing. it just wasn’t clicking. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. What wasn’t he getting?
I finally gave up, put him in his crate, and went to work for the night. When I got home at night, I came in, let him out of his crate, made myself something to eat, and chilled on the couch with him watching TV. He kept staring at my food so I went to grab him a couple treats.
ME: Good boy! (gives him treat) Now lay down!
PUP: (lays down)
ME: AAHHHHH! GOOD BOY! I LOVE YOU! (jumps on him)
I was so proud of him, I felt like a father watching his kid walk for the first time! I had him do it a couple more times before the night ended just to make sure it wasn’t a hoax. My baby boy is growing up so fast! (sniff)
Greg Sestro’s The Disaster Artist, published by Simon & Schuster in 2013, documented the fruition of 2003’s all-time-worst movie The Room. Earlier this year it was announced that James Franco would direct an adaption of Sestro’s memoir and that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg would produce.
I’ve been thinking long and hard (teehee) for the past couple of days about social media and entertainment-based technology in general. I need to improve my overall quality of life and I have little doubt that distancing myself from it all will help severely. I’m talking deactivating/deleting Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc., and saying no to my Xbox and N64. Netflix will be put on the back burner (with a few date-night-related exceptions), and I’ll only watch TV if it’s with my family or to watch the Sox. In their places, I’m going to force myself to read, clean, exercise, explore, get out in the sun, and try my best to live life the way I did when I was a kid before smartphones and MacBooks and whathaveyou.
I’m going to start cutting ties with things tonight. Hopefully by next week I’ll be completely detached. It may not last long, or it may last forever. It depends on what I do with my time and what I’m able to achieve.
If this is the last post I make here before then, farewell! I’ll see you guys soon!