It’s amazing what a puppy can do when you’re not looking. Nozomi had lots of fun chewing through the TV’s power cord, then snacking on the reception cable. Hopefully she doesn’t get too close to my server in the near future. USB and ethernet cables undoubtedly taste better …
Nothing Is Safe From This Mouth …
Welcome Home, Nozomi-chan!
This day has been years in the making, and it’s finally arrived; Reiko and I are now the proud caretakers of an over-excited puppy named Nozomi. Nozomi is a female miniature dachshund, born on May 7th of this year. Although she’s only been a part of the family for three hours we already know some interesting things about her.
Three Years And Counting
Snow in August?
Snow may be common in August for people living in some places very south of the equator, but it’s hard to believe that tomorrow’s weather forecast for here in Tokyo says “a chance of snow”. Of course, I can’t fault the weather guys for this one … there’s a chance for a big red spot to open up over Tokyo to match the massive storm on Jupiter, too … but it’s not very likely.
I Give Up …
Are Apple Loyalists The Best Recyclers?
We Already Pay for Twitter, Don’t We?
There’s been quite a bit of talk online about a recent survey that asked people how much they would be willing to pay to use Twitter. Of the 1,981 people who responded, zero of them said they would want to pay. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone, as people have been using the service for years without spending any money for the privilege of accessing our timelines or posting meaningless messages.
Well … That Was Unexpected
Thanks for the Tip, Meiji!
For Our Next Purchanse How About …
Oh, To Be In Vancouver Again …
The Sky Is … Blue?
The rainy season has been in full effect for what seems like forever, bringing with it lots of overcast skies. Since moving from 岐阜県 to 千葉県 it seems that every glance at the sky revealed either light gray clouds, or dark clouds and rain. Today, however, another color greeted the busy people of Tokyo …
Let’s Golf!
It was not too long ago that I would look forward to the weekend so that I could visit one of the many local golf courses to knock a little white ball around a field of green. Like many things in my early 20s, I took the game way too seriously and would become incredibly upset whenever something did not go quite as well as expected. So, while I may have quit playing the real game, nothing will prevent me from enjoying a virtual game.