When the bee stings.

So, the strangest thing happened yesterday.

Apparently, when Big D was out walking the dog yesterday, he and the dog were attacked by another dog. My dear old dad literally choked the shit out of the other dog to get him to let go of Rosco Jr. Big D and Rosco Jr are a little scratched and bruised today, but both are alive and, if not well, then coping well. Doctor and vet visits for today. As well as meetings with the Animal Control folks. That’s all I’ve got on that story so far. I’ll let you know more as this story unfolds.

And Dave sent me the walking directions from Rivendell to Mordor. Someone should let Google know that one doesn’t simply walk into Mordor.

And I started watching Arrow. It tries to be a little too dark and brooding, but so far so good.

Come on, there is only room for one brooding figure in the shadows at the JLA. And everyone knows I’d pick him over you any day.

In addition to Arrow, I spent most of my day reading “A Game of Thrones”. I hate to admit it, but this book is really fucking good. Like a Harlequin novel for nerds. It has got me thinking about Coats of Arms and family crests and whatnot. From what I can guess, the actual crest of my father’s family was represented by either a torch, an eagle, or a stag. Or some combination of the three. I don’t remember any of those things on my family crest t-shirt from my childhood. Maybe I’ll make a new one.

I seem to have a vague memory of a crest Dave drew up for Lippincottonia. I’ll see if I can find that one.

Oh, look at the time. I must away to work.

See ya’ tomorrow. More soon. ~SC