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Thursday, September 28, 2006

potty training.



Eric and I are training our cats to use the potty.


We were sick and tired of scooping cat shit and piss so we ordered this thing off the information superhighway called Kitty Whiz. It is a cat toilet training aide. Basically, it's a shoddy piece of plastic that you put over your toilet.


Then you put some cat litter and special herbs on it.


We locked our cats in the bathroom for 2 nights and did not allow them access to their old litterboxes. This forced them to use the toilet. It was pretty messy, but all of the pee and most of the poop made it into the toilet.

Then, the other morning I was taking a shower before work and smelled something terrible. It wasn't the usual terrible smell that permeates our bathroom from the downstairs aparment. So I finished up and turned off the shower to hear a cat scratching at the bathroom door! I forgot to leave it open to allow the cats to use their new toilet! It was too late. Ishmael had crapped right outside the door. I think he had been holding it a while too. Poor little guy. It sure was a doosey! Before cleaning it up, I threw up in my mouth a little bit and then took a picture.


Things have been going alot better lately.


We're almost onto the next stage where we cut out holes in the middle of the Kitty Whiz. We'll be sure to keep you all updated on our little ones' progress.

And by the way, don't listen to Eric if he tries to say Ishmael's new nickname is Hot Carl.

smalldrich, out!

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Sunday, September 24, 2006

News for Katie


Our friend Katie sent me an e-mail that stated that our blog is not substantive enough - meaning it doesn't really tell anyone what is going on with us, it only makes fun of stuff.

Well, she's right, of course, so here is a run down of what is new with Erin and I.

1. Wedding invitations are in from the printers. Damien really outdid himself with the design and they should be coming to a mailbox near you very soon.

2. I am currently waiting on getting recommendations from my professors at Assumption as the next step in my grad school application process. I am also figuring out what the different schools need for a teaching fellowship. The final list of graduate schools are:

A. University of California in Santa Barbara
B. University of Oregon
C. University of Colorado in Boulder
D. University of Washington in Seattle
E. University of Arizona in Tempe
D. University of Arizona in Tucson

3. We recently attended a Small family reunion and learned that Erin's younger brother, Travis, is the only person that can carry on the Small family name in their particular line. Then a lot of old people encouraged him to have sex.

4. We found a DJ for our wedding. His name is Dana and this is his website: www.thisisdana.com.

5. I have had the opportunity to talk to a lot of people I have been meaning to get in touch with for awhile and it feels good.

6. We all had a great time at Jacki and Jarrod's wedding...except for poor Jeff.

When Jeff left the wedding, he was trailed home by the wait staff from all the Worcester area restaurants and, upon stepping from his car into his dark, gravel driveway, they spring upon him and "repaid him for his kindness..."

7. We are training Ishmael and Rasputina to use the toilet. We bought a thing called the Kitty Whiz and it trains them to go in the real shitter, instead of that pitiful old box-o-dirt they insist on shitting in.

That's it for now. So long.

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Friday, September 22, 2006

don't see The Black Dahlia


crap. We haven't posted in a long time. Been wicked busy dude. We saw The Black Dahlia the other day. Boy did that stink to high heaven. This is how it went: teeth get knocked out during a boxing match, a cop shoots some people, a girl is found brutally murdered, a couple lesbian scenes, a couple hetero scenes, a head gets split open on a fountain, a person commits suicide. There, you got it.

So you want to know why this all happened? Well, that's just expecting too much from a movie now, isn't it! Honesty, I don't know what really happened in this movie. They waited until the last few minutes (after a lot of minutes) to "unravel" the plot and just threw it out there in the dialogue. It just didn't make sense. Now don't get me wrong, I had to watch Donnie Darko, for example, a couple times before I got it. But that movie was good. You are able to make connections throughout the whole movie. In Black Dahlia, they just throw a pile of turd at you at the end and call it "mystery solved".

the end

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Sunday, September 03, 2006

Welcome to Worcester!



$1.25 please!

Here is a collection of just some of the wonderful pictures Erin and I have accumulated here in the Woo along with some descriptions to help you better understand the culture and sense of place oozing from every pore of the city.



Captain Casio here is not only one of Worcester's finest (..er..only..) street performers, he is also a convenient metaphor for the music scene in the city; it's there, but one wouldn't exactly call it alive and well. Main Street is entertained!!!!



Moving just around the corner to Front Street, we find our next denizen of the Town Hall area. This man sells flowers on the side walk. It's just him out there - him and a dirty, nasty baby doll!!!!! Why buy flowers from a doll-less vendor? The service here is two-fold 1. You can be romantic and get that special lady in your life flowers and 2. You get a bonus exhortation to use protection and not get that special lady friend pregnant, as looking at this dirty, nasty baby doll makes you terrified of all of infantdom.



Moving along, less than 1/4 mile from Dirty Babydoll Flower Guy, we have this gem of scupture. For centuries, sculptors have sought to portray the wonderful union of young boys and sea turtles, but rarely does one encounter such a striking depiction of terrapin-rape as in Worcester's own Turtleboy. Whether you're not shopping at the Worcester Common Fashion Outlets across the road, throwing together shoddy news stories for the Telegram and Gazette (located in the background) or you're just trying to gain an unnatural erection, like Slothrop here, Turtleboy is the nexus of the town common.



Imagine a magical place where dirty needles litter the ground! That's not fantasy, my friends, nor is it a Walgreens commercial. No, for your El Dorado, look no further than Worcester, Massachusetts, land of the generous dopefiends. We also found a crackpipe in institute park while metal detecting one day. It's sort of like the Big Rock Candy mountain, only the rocks are crackrocks.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this virtual journey through the city we call home. For more information click on one of the link below. Come and visit!

City Data on Worcester

Journalism for "The City that Reads"

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