Sign of the Times and Picking The Hoarders Dry

Much like the elusive thirteenth floor in a hotel I am having trouble finding signs that reflect reality. Or at least the reality as I see it.

For example, today as I was on my morning run around DC, I ran through a Capitol Hill park where I saw a sign that said “Pick Up After Your Pet”. Fine…..I can appreciate that. Nobody wants to step in poop when just walking down the street. But the picture was of a dog squatting over the sidewalk and a guy bending down to grab it. Fine, we all get it. Dogs are the primary poopers of our fair park. But what about the few odd cats who go out for walks? How come they aren’t on the sign? Or the potbelly pig owner, where is their sign? Well I’m never one to point out a problem and not provide a solution. I think, in the name of inclusion that we should have a much longer sign with all the different pets pictured so that owners of non-dogs are aware that the law applies to them as well. Sure it could run the entire length of the park (especially if we include the fish and the frogs) but isn’t it worth it to know that everybody is aware of the policy!

I also want to share my idea for a great TV Mash-up/Crossover/Spin-off. What if the people from American Pickers and Storage Wars came over to the houses in Hoarders and started perusing all the “junk”? I think this may be “gold”. Sure, most of the stuff is really junk but I think you might find a valuable antique or two or at least some stuff that the storage locker guys can sell in their second hand shops. How do I keep coming up with this stuff?

Baltimore, Austin, and Horse Poop

Another weekend of races and planning races as Bloggerman competed in the 2009 Baltimore Half Marathon this past weekend in...well...Baltimore. A finally dressed runner (see the picture) completed the race in a new PR of 1 hr 48 min and 38 seconds. That’s a full minute faster then the previous record, however that was while eating donuts so I need to step up my game.

Brian, get 26 sausages ready for consumption. I’m coming to Austin and you’re gonna be doing some eating! It was your mistake to bet me that you’d eat a sausage for every mile I run in the 2010 Austin Marathon. I’m a stand up guy and will forget that you should technically have 2/10’s of a 27th sausage for the spare distance. That’s right, marathon number 20 on Valentine’s Day 2010, and per your suggestion carb loading on Tex Mex it is. Sweet!

Another open letter to the dog: If you see horse poop on the side of a trail, leave it alone. Don’t sniff it. Don’t lick it. Don’t eat it. And for crying out loud: don’t roll in it. Did you think you were cute? Did you think that your buddy Dylan would think you were cooler if you did it? Don’t you realize how bad you stink? Don’t you know I have to bathe you so I don’t vomit from the smell? The worst part was that we had to throw Dylan in the bathtub too...he’s worse then you in there. How can you both be afraid of bath water but will jump into any creak or river without a moment’s hesitation? As our people say: Oy Vey!