Curiouser and Curiouser

This is hilarious.



"So this adorably insane Japanese girl won some contest in Japan to interview Daniel Radcliffe, who you might know as the kid with the large penis who had sex with horses in the play Equus. Also, he's Harry Potter. Suffice to say, when Radcliffe pops out, the Japanese girl basically enters a catatonic state of bliss and amazement. Then she interviews Radcliffe and has the chance to -- well, maybe not traumatize him in return, but certainly confuse the heck out of him. It's all pretty fun.

Two things to note -- first off, Daniel Radcliffe seems like a pretty okay dude. He was sweet and sincere to this crazy girl, and absolutely made her life. He didn't have to play along nearly as well as he did; bully for him. Second of all, the girl's wearing a shirt that says "RAGE GET" on it. I want it so bad."

I was excited for this girl while watching it. xD

Like wolves? Like baby animals?

This is so cute.

And not just because I'm a dog trainer.

Yeah, the amber/palm frond earrings were totally for buddhagrrl. =)

I love hognoses. And you don't even have to like snakes to find this cute.

Someone needs to set this to music.

I have actually found a chihuahua that I actively like.

I swear. Despite ranting to the contrary.

She's a 2-pound (if that), ten-inch, nine-month-old black and white smooth coat named Chile (we call her Chilly Dog in the store) who is a total lovebug. She runs up to people and sits at their feet, looking up and tucking her ears back so that she can be scratched behind them. She's also reasonably good with other dogs, too - big dogs, mostly. Hyper little dogs like Westies she might nip at so that they'll stop freaking out at her.

And all of this is a testament to her owner's hard work. The woman comes in every day (sometimes more than once) with Chile on a leash and wearing a little pink jacket, and the dog runs ahead of her to see what's changed since her last visit. The woman never carries her (hardly ever picks her up) and never babies her, ensuring that she'll have a well-adjusted, social, confident chihuahua. Not fearless, mind you - a healthy dose of caution is good for a dog, especially a small one - but confident enough to run up to strangers and whore for affection.

And she has more than enough willing volunteers to cuddle her. She's tiny, cute, and happy. And, due to her owner's influence, a gem in the gravel.

I cannot compliment that lady enough.

HOLY CRAP MY SNAKE IS YAWNING*.



THAT IS SO ADORABLE AND FIERCE AT THE SAME TIME.

-H

*okay, so not so much yawning as reconfiguring his jaw. but still.

... he will kill you with cuteness.



Bowie finished shedding today, so I got to hold him for long periods of time again. He spent most of the day cuddling with me, and I was remarking to elenuial just how mellow he'd become since I'd brought him home those months ago. As we settled in for the night to watch something on the computer, my baby found his way back to his favorite perch.

So he chilled there for a while before starting to explore. He's gotten so assertive, and so tame - though still a brat. <3

-H

Brought out the new camera to take a good (not my dad's cellphone) shot of the new kitty.

( And here one is. )

We think it's a boy.

Not sure yet.

Also not sure on a name for my camera.

EDIT: Yes, he's double-clawed. I'll post a picture to better show that later.

An exchange between myself and a two-foot-long yellow-lined plated lizard that took place this morning:

L: (fuss fuss fuss)
H: What? (picks up)
L: 'Kies. (chills)
H: ...
L: (chills)
H: No, this isn't how it works. You're a plated lizard. And a big one. You're not supposed to like human contact.
L: Apparently, you're wrong.
H: Nope. Back you go. (puts back)
L: (fuss fuss fuss fuss)
H: What? Why are you acting like a crazy? (picks up)
L: 'Kies. (chills)
H: WE ARE NOT MAKING A HABIT OF THIS. Stop being a diva. (puts back, turns away)
L: (throws self belly-first against glass and flails legs)
H: I'm not picking you up.
L: (flail)
H: No. Stop that.
L: (flail)
H: I SAID NO D:
L: Please?
H: OKAY. FINE. (picks up)
L: 'Kies. (positions self so entire length of body starts at fingertips and ends at elbow)
H: Happy now?
L: (sticks out fleshy black tongue and licks thumb in response)
J: (walking by) Oh, he's out. Was he not eating?
H: Don't know yet. Haven't gotten to try.
J: He looks so docile. (reaches for him)
L: No, no no no no. Don't think so.
J: Guess not.
H: He's just angry because he's getting fat.
L: Excuse me?
J: But lizards don't have the stomach capacity to overeat.
H: He doesn't exercise. He just makes me carry him everywhere.
L: Flailing is exercise.
J: Huh. You going to hand-feed him, then?
L: ...?
H: NO. HE WILL EAT LIKE A. NORMAL. LIZARD.

And so he did. I made him hunt, and he pigged out. I love watching him stalk - he's slinky and strikes like a snake. Except he gets overzealous and grabs a mouthful of bark along with his prey once in a while, and I have to try and get him to let go of the big chunks.

L: IT'S MINE.
H: (tugging) It's bark.
L: IT IS MY BARK.

Stubborn and cute. I like him.

-H