What Did We Learn This Month?

BruDog Haven is introducing a new regular feature called "What Did We Learn This Month." It's pretty self-explanatory.

I learned from Jim that if you smile at the Asian ladies at the dry cleaner, they will give you free plastic wrap to hang on your clothes.

I learned from Mary that sometimes cops are rude.

I learned from Sucka that Scranton is only worth checking out if your on your way somewhere else.

I learned that 'tis the season to buy Tina gifts.

I learned from Ryan that I am a great guest reviewer.

I learned from Joey that you don't need no lecorations to appreciate the true meaning of Christmas.

I learned from Caren that . . . Uh . . . OK

I learned from Daren that . . . Uh . . . Oh never mind

And now, BruDog Haven would like to know:
What did you learn this month?

The Godfather

1933 - 2006

. . . But Do You Recall. . .

So, the other day I did an all Rankin/Bass TV day. Christmas just isn't Christmas without a Rankin and Bass animation. I love them all, but my favorite is Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, and that is what I'll be talking about today.

Like I said, I love this special, although I laugh every time I watch it. It's so dated and so wrong. Here are some things I'd like you to note next time you watch this special:
- Santa is very impatient.
- Santa chastises Rudolph for being different, then makes him feel guilty when he comes back home to discover that everyone is out looking for him.
- Donner actually tells his son Rudolph that you can't have self respect if you are different.
- Searching for missing children is man's work.
- Santa is mean.
- Donner is mean.
- Coach Comet is mean.
- Clarice's father is mean.

And let me leave you with this thought:
- Why are there only six reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh. Isn't this special based on a song that mentions eight reindeer. And don't they mention eight reindeer twice in the special.

Merry Christmas from BruDog Haven!

Why Me?

Some of you already know that I was in a car accident the other day. Someone sideswiped me.

I filed a claim with their insurance company. Their insurance company then got their statement in which they accepted fault. I was glad because that meant that this wouldn't be dragged out, although in the back of my head I kept thinking that this was going way too easy.

Well that little voice was right. I find out today that the person has changed their statement and now claims that I am at fault. After they already accepted fault.

So now I have to file a claim with my insurance company, which of course means that this will probably go to arbitration.

If you are familiar with the area, this happened over at memorial circle in front of Arlington Cemetery. The traffic pattern there is horrible if you don't know where you are going. I know that traffic pattern like the back of my hand. I've driven it almost every day for the past twelve years.

This totally reminds me of about fourteen years ago when someone totalled my car and then sued me for $50,000.

People suck.

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Umm. . . What exactly is "Roast Beast" anyway? It looks like a cross between a turkey, a ham, and a dog.

Fahoo Foray

Here's something I learned the other day.

Albert Hague, the guy who played Shorofsky (the music teacher) on the TV show Fame, is the person who composed the score for How The Grinch Stole Christmas.


Am I the only one who didn't know this?

I'm Sorry

I think I owe you all an explanation on why I haven't posted in a while.

As you know, I've recently moved. The person I've moved in with has a cable line instead of a DSL like I used to have. That cable line has a wireless router connected to it, which is good because I don't want to have to run an ethernet cable all the way across the house to the upstairs. The problem is my wireless adapter isn't communicating with the router. It says it's connected, but it actually isn't (if any of you techie files have a possible answer to this problem, let me know).

I can blog from work, but this time of year is busy for us, and I don't have all of my stock photos that I have on my home computer. Plus, I can organize my thoughts better at home. But, I will persevere and continue to perform my duty as the "Big Blogger".

Closed For Renovations

Sorry about the lack of posts. BruDog Haven is currently relocating it's headquarters.

We'll be back soon.

In the meantime, enjoy this post from one of my favorite blogs:

The Official Cure For Online Boredom

Things That Make You Go,"WHY"

Why do people think that they can just walk up and say anything to you? Especially if you are in anyway different from them.

A few weeks ago, I was grocery shopping at the Giant. As I was standing in the cashier line, some guy comes up behind me and says, "Aw man. You should go play for the Redskins. They could use your help right now. They need a big guy like you."

I started to turn around and say, "You don't know me like that." But then I thought, why bother? He probably wouldn't even get what I was trying to say.

Sometimes I'll be walking down the street, and someone will say, "What's up big man." I know I'm a big guy. Do I need total strangers pointing it out to me. Maybe I should start responding with, "Hey big nose!" or "What's up receding hair line?"

One Last Chic-A-Bowow

This is probably my last Chic-A-Bowow story (that I can share) since I'll be moving Friday. I don't have a Chic-A-Bowow window where I'm going.

So I'm sitting in my living room, surfing on my computer, when I notice movement across the way at my neighbor's window. I glance over and see her walk by wrapped in a towel. I think nothing of it and go back to surfing. Then movement catches my eye again. She walks by again. This time the towel is gone. She then sits down on the floor to talk on the phone. . . spread eagle, and then walks back and forth for the next half-hour or so. . . still buck naked.

Eventually, the man comes into the room in just a pair of boxers, and makes out with her while standing in front of the window. After a couple of minutes, they stop as she reaches down his boxers to check the state that he's in.

Now I know what you're saying. "Hey Antonio. Does your face hurt from being pressed up against your window?" I'm telling you that throughout this whole show, I was sitting at my computer. I didn't have to make any effort because their curtains (sheets actually) were wide open. Anyone walking down the sidewalk would have seen them.

The next day, I showed Michelle and Sucka the view from my window to prove how close these windows are and how easy it is to see over there.

*Sigh* I'll miss my Chic-A-Bowow window.