“It Tastes Like Regret”

Speaking of Paul; here's his hilarious account of his run-in with Four Loko. You remember Four Loko, right?

I stared down the can for a full two minutes before I finally built up the courage to open it. After popping the top, I sniffed its contents by wafting it in as one does with potentially dangerous chemicals. The odor was not completely repellant.

“I'm Going Home Now”

I don't think I can express my feelings about this event any more succinctly than Paul Kafasis in this post:

It’s not quite landing a rover on Mars, and the Red Bull name was plastered all over everything, but it truly was incredible nonetheless. Seeing Baumgartner kneeling in the New Mexico desert with his fists raised, I can’t help but be inspired just the same. 

If you don't follow One Foot Tsunami, I'd highly recommend it. It is truely some of the wittiest, heartfelt writing on the internet.

Aging Gracefully

I was moving some photos over from my other server tonight and this picture stopped me in my tracks. This is my niece, Elisabeth.

It seems like just yesterday that she was only a kid–and she's still barely old enough to drive–but when you see her dance on stage, she has grace and skill well beyond her years. I'm baffled at the combination of technical precision and subtle, raw emotion with which she performs.

In addition to this, she's growing into an amazing person. Creative, funny, intelligent...I'm excited to see where she goes.

My older niece, Rebecca, is about to graduate from college. Rebecca and I are not that far removed, age-wise–I remember babysitting her most days after school when I was in junior high school–and we've grown quite close as she's become an adult. Rebecca is just as awesome as Elisabeth. She has my scientific curiosity (OK...we'll call it nerdiness) and is working in a genetics lab while finishing up pre-med.

Finally, there is my wee nephew Flynn. Unfortunately, since I now live in Texas, I haven't been able to watch Flynn grow up as closely as I did my neices. That makes me sad; however, I get to be there in pictures (thanks, internets) and let me tell you–this guy's going to be a lady-killer! I can't wait to see what he has in store for the world.

OK, that's enough gushing about the next generation of my family. It's funny how a single image can inspire so many thoughts. I guess that old familiar saying is true...

Welcome to Drowsy Dog.

Don't worry. This isn't one of those sites where some person rambles on and on about their pet as if the entire world cares.

"Why Drowsy Dog?" you may ask. After many years and several different vanity domains—each one derived from my name and each one equally mediocre—I was ready for a domain name that was easy to remember, somewhat catchy, and didn't rely on my name at all. This is where my dog, Carlos, comes in.

If you know me, you probably know Carlos. Carlos is my ~3 year old long haired chihuahua (probably with a little papillon thrown in for extra cuteness) whom I got when he was 6 months old. Carlos wasn't raised well before I got him, so he's very hesitant to warm up to new people; however, he is VERY lovey once you gain his trust. Carlos is also very sleepy. I estimate that he sleeps around 12-18 hours per day—I literally have to pick up his limp, lifeless body and carry him to the door for his morning walk.

Well, given that Carlos is probably the most, shall we say unique, character in my life and my affinity for alliteration (see what I did there?), I decided on Drowsy Dog.

There's the obligatory pet post and introduction post, all rolled into one. You're welcome...and now we can get to the good stuff.

I'm not exactly sure what this site is going to be about, yet. Lots of photos, maybe some random ramblings, and anything else that I find interesting. I hope you'll check it out periodically and leave feedback. I hope that someone out there will enjoy reading the site as much as I will enjoy making it.