Wherein I am immature for your benefit...

You know what? It's time that I use my blog influence for something truly spectacular. Something to be remembered throughout the ages. Something that will define a generation. Something that blends anime edginess and animal cuteness.

That something...IS THIS:

There you have it folks. You commented. You promised you'd try it. You said you'd love it. PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS. Send me a video of your loved ones being Pokemon Attacked and I will gladly post it here.

Watch out, loved ones. The only thing more dangerous than knowing a blogger, is knowing a blogger who POKEMON ATTACKS!!

Seriously. Do it so I'm not the only weirdo.

[In other news, 1) today is my first day at the new job so bear with me as settle into a brand new routine 2) I updated my MEET ME section after remembering that I had one 3) I have another post up on the ole dog blog. No. No more pokemon attacks involved over there.]

As promised: a big, exciting surprise!

It's too good to just read, so please do yourself a favour and put a smile on your face by watching the latest No Ordinary Vlog:


Again, as I responsible blogger who presents both sides of puppy ownership, the excrement count is up to three throw-ups, one poop and two pees. The best part? All were outdoors!! WIN!

P.S. All three of my wieners are napping so I have the chance to really tell you all how overjoyed I am right now :) So overjoyed that I don't mind posting a video that showcases me covered in puppy feces and sweat from the gross humidity we're rocking right now.

From the archives

You're right, I haven't vlogged in a long time. I recognize that and I'm trying to correct it. To be honest, I'm working on a three-drink-minimum renovation series that will no doubt include much gin and prank calls to my dad for your viewing pleasure.

I tried to do a new one yesterday when I was painting some mouldings around my fireplace and watching Calvin dry-hump random stank patches in the backyard but as some of you may remember, my macbook no longer holds a charge. I got killer footage (as killer as footage of your dog grinding into mud can get) and before I could save, it shut off on me. HATES IT. Even if I plug it in now, it flashes orange and green rather than giving me the orange charging light or the green charged light. Swell.

Apple, I love you but only a year and a half lifespan for your batteries? That's rude.

As a consolation prize, I'm willing to share something very special with you. Something that will make you laugh at my expense. Something that may ruin your perceptions of me until the end of time. Something....FROM HIGH SCHOOL.

Dun dun dunnnnn.

My preppy high school had a little something called video announcements. These quickly degraded to a series of funny-at-the-time advertisements for junk. I was the Movie Night guy. There's a collection of four on YouTube that you're welcome to find on your own time. Today, I'm posting - against my better judgement - the supervideo that closed off the year, uniting two ad personality duos to promote prom tickets.

There is no other explanation that can prepare you for what's to come:

I can't tell if it embedded appropriately thanks to this computer being from the mid-nineties. If you can't see the video, click here.

N.O.R. Cribs

I was going to do a little prologue at the beginning of the vid explaining how I intended to use MTV Cribs as my inspiration for this home tour (please note kicky, overplayed music accompaniment) but felt rather ugly and unmotivated this morning. For that, I apologize.

But hell, this video tour of my new house is so fantastic that I really shouldn't have to apologize for anything.

Enjoy and keep in mind that none of the furnishings are mine. Mine will be better. Obviously.

(At the beginning it says "watch out suburbs", unfortunately too small for compressed video. If you click over to the actual YouTube page then you can click on a high quality option.)

Vlog, champion of the ugliest word contest

A quickie recorded yesterday since I spent the today helping Charlotte move the big stuff into her even-more-amazing-now house and didn't have the chance to write anything.

For anyone wondering, the house I saw was no good. While it had a lot of charm in its 100-year-old farmhouse feel, it lacked things like a shower and a kitchen. Seriously.