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Seriously, Richard Nixon’s corpse would make a better mayor than this buffoon.

– Someone stole my credit card number! And bought gas!  The bank just called to ask, “Hey, did you buy gas this morning and yesterday?” I didn’t, because I don’t have a car.  Bastards.

– Sadly, Paul the Psychic Octopus is no more. May he predict more football winners in the great aquarium in the sky.

– I can’t get over this. ROB FORD IS MAYOR.

I keep telling myself that the damage he can do is limited, because the mayor is just one vote on council and everyone on council hates him, but it’s disheartening to know that at least a plurality of my fellow Torontonians think that I (a bike-riding vegetarian artist) am a parasite and a blot on the landscape.

Anyway. To cheer myself up I made a collage video of the Daily Basset pictures.

And Ben is home!  Yay!


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Madeline and Gus throw Ben a welcome home party. Or I wake Gus up at 10:30 to put a plastic lei on him and take his picture. I upload, you decide.

She looks like a stuffed animal!

Party time?

In other news…the conference yesterday was great.  I saw some excellent talks and presentations and did some quality schmoozing.  People really liked our show.  And Ben gets back tomorrow!  So I will blow up more balloons and tie them to the handlebars of his bicycle!  And clean up the house, of course.

Oh, and because I totally forgot in my bronchitic/Nyquil haze, here is a montage of my…

OK, now I’m going to bed.

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Yesterday’s Daily Basset pictures were not what I would call spectacular.  I tried to catch both playing/being bad:

Madeline looking for something to steal

Gus shaking a paw

Today Gus fell asleep next to my cellphone.  When I went to get the camera to take a picture of the resulting cuteness, he woke up and followed me, so I had to stage these:

Aw.  Anyway, I must go to bed now – we’re performing one of Fallen Voices at a conference in St. Catharines tomorrow, and I have to get up early (not just “early for me”, but “early for most people”) to catch the train.

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It’s a joke in our house that Gus likes movies.  That is, he likes it when we watch movies. He jumps up on the futon, sighs, then burrows under the covers and sleeps.

That’s what he thinks “watching a movie” is.

Me and Gus watching "The Last Airbender"

Yes, that’s right, I watched “The Last Airbender” today.  It was really, really awful.

Madeline hated it so much, she went and napped upstairs

Apart from the Nyquil, I’m feeling a lot better than I was yesterday.  I’ll be back at work tomorrow unless I suddenly develop emphysema.

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You know how yesterday I said I was tired?

I was very tired, and I had a bit of a sore throat, but I figured it was just a mild hangover/remnants of a cold I had a week or two ago.

This morning I woke up and it was a very bad sore throat. So I cancelled all my lessons and prepared to spend the day doing what I normally do when I’m sick.  One of the moms I talked to asked me:

Student’s Mom: “Have you been to the doctor?”

Me: “No, it’s probably just a cold.”

SM: “Well, there’s a lot of strep throat going around.  You sound like you have it.”

Me: “Really?”

SM: “Yes, you really should go to the doctor and get some antibiotics.”

Me: “Thanks. I will.”

So I went to the walk-in clinic up the street and was seen by the doctor there, a brisk motherly Indian lady who was continually being interupted by one of her staff bringing her documents to sign or a plate of orange segments.  She diagnosed me with bronchitis, not strep, and told me to go home and go to bed.  Also that I had to come back the next week for a heart test, because my heart rate is too high or something.

So after getting my (mercifully generic and inexpensive) antibiotics, I went home and I went to bed.

Dr. Gus on the case

Drs Madeline and Gus consult

OK. I’m going back to bed now.  Let’s hope I don’t have to take tomorrow off too.

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Ohmigod I’m tired.  Last night was my Bearded Lady Pub Crawl…I will post pictures of it later…and today was a full day of teaching.  Also I decided to paint the studio this weekend.  I wanted to fix up the house a bit while Ben’s away, and it looks very nice (I have to do a final coat on the trim tomorrow morning, then put the room back together in the afternoon), but yeah. Tired.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have basset pictures!

And a truly creepy picture of me with a mustache:

It’s funny. I think I’m pretty hot as a female.  But I would not be hot as a dude. That mustache attached to those pretty and regular features make me look a bit, I don’t know, molesty.

Anyway.  More mustache and basset pictures tomorrow.

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So I got a new card reader today (from Staples, and it cost an appropriate amount of money) and it a) reads the card just fine and b) magically fixed it so it works in the camera again.  After backing up the videos from Fallen Voices (yes yes yes! not lost!) I was able to take some more pictures of the hounds:


Again, that is my Gus



Throw the damn ball!


After I took them to the off-leash, I gave both of them a bath and cleaned the house.  This is what happens when basset hound/beagles get wet:

– 15-20 minutes of frantic running around and playing
– Find warm, soft place
– Sleep until fully dry (6-8 hours)

They’re in the last stage now:

So I’m going to watch a movie now.  What do you think – “The Last Airbender” or “Sharktopus”?

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