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March 31, 2009
Meh to the Infinity Power
Ahhh. Having a self-piteous moment of missing my best friend and wondering when she'll come back.
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Just for Giggles
Prepping up for my QUIT SMOKING HURRAH tomorrow, I took a look at my post the last time I slayed the smokey-treat dragon. Come to think of it, it wasn't that bad. And if Matt and I hadn't broken up like the NEXT day (or whatever, mems = poor), I would've definitely been in it for the haul. So, I'm excited and not that freaked. Also kind of...happy about making a healthy choice?
Crazy.
Posted by Bree at 02:15 PM | Comments (0)
Angela and Meyer
You know you're a bad blogger when you just recycle your friend's shit. Oh well, at least it goes both ways.
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March 30, 2009
Prince Charles Chair at Modernica
The surprisingly affordable (relatively speaking, of course) Prince Charles side chair at Modernica comes in loads of colors. It also likely won't take FIVE MONTHS to arrive like my dining room chairs did. No, I'm still not over it.
Full line here. And can I just note that even though fiberglass is so...fiberglassy (read: cold, uncomfortable, arguably toxic), I'd still be all over this rocker if I had room in my lair for a spare chair. My standards are lax like that. In addition, I like to buy things. Win win.
Posted by Bree at 10:16 PM | Comments (2)
Fox Baby 1, Other Babies OUT THE RACE
Now that I've packed it up and mailed it off, I can share with you, my vast audience of adoring fans, the rideeeculous little scallion cap I bought the soon-to-be-born Fox, Jr. on the Etsy. It's a win from its sprouts all the way down to the little hairy roots on the bottom. And all for a nominal fee. Ahhhh, Etsy. (For more Etsy info/recos, see here.)
I expect he'll enjoy it as soon as he leaves his current residence.
Posted by Bree at 09:06 PM | Comments (2)
E-mail of the Day
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March 29, 2009
Famooz Frenz
I was looking through some old files (because my Sunday mornings are super exciting) and found a bunch of magazine clippings of my nearest and dearest. Aren't they cute??!
El and Jenny playing the part of split-up couple "Ryan and Sarah Howard of Boise" in Real Simple. Bear in mind that photo was taken at El's wedding...to SOOZ! Do you feel duped? I feel duped.
The aforementioned Sooz (on the right).
The beauteous Bridget B.
The Paul and Pifuka.
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Dreams of "The Mayo Clinic" Dashed Against Cold, Wet Rocks of Judgment
Odds are that a restaurant with a punning name — Snacks Fifth Avenue, General Custard’s Last Stand — hasn’t acquired its first Michelin star.
- NY Times, those ignominious bastards
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March 28, 2009
A Little Ridiculous
Lope-a-dope and darling D
Dania's 18 today. Hard to believe the little four-year old nugget I met back when he only spoke Russian is about to graduate from one of the top schools in the country and go on to another one of the top schools in the country. All while charming the pantaloons off everyone he comes in contact with, making boatloads of movies, getting his title work on MTV, developing crazy advanced animation programs, dominating at fencing, snowboarding and frisbee, and somehow managing to be so cool and fun and funny that you're just like, "Whoa dude. Back off. Enough with the perfection...it's threatening to me and my mediocrity. Now pass the Doritoes and turn up the TV...my programs is on."
As I likely don't say enough, being proud of him is the easiest job I've ever had.
Happy Birthday, D!!! I wish I was as good at writing about your life as you are at living it. Congratulations and well done.
The freakishly cute pre-teen
Making himself a gin drink at age 15
Wilding out in Steamboat
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March 27, 2009
Local Press Still Kickin'
Jaime and the Denver Community Museum got a little love in the Westword this week!
The DCM is well worth checking out before the lovely lady curatress closes up shop and moves to London. So do it.
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March 26, 2009
Lustmord
I ran across something today on Jenny Holzer's Lustmord installation and...wow. Holzer's long been one of my favorites because of how she so powerfully mixes text and art and technology, but this is something else indeed. From the NY Times:
"Lustmord" is written from three different perspectives (the Observer, the Perpetrator and the Victim) regarding the rape of women in wartime. The "Lustmord" photographs, images of the text written on human skin, originally were presented in the magazine of the Suddeutsche Zeitung, reaching five hundred thousand readers. The ink used on the cover of this magazine contained women's blood.
You can read her copy for the piece (which has been unfortunately transcribed by someone who doesn't know how to type) here by clicking on any of the above listed narrators (on the bottom right). It's hard to take, as the best art frequently is.
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Client Testimonial PART THREE
"As Borat would say, your PR stuff continues to be great success."
If I haven't mentioned how cool my clients are on this blog, it's been an unforgivable oversight.
Posted by Bree at 05:27 PM | Comments (0)
Lexicon Smackdown
I just ran across an entry about my old boarding school in Urban Dictionary. I don't know who this Hager is, but I'm psyched I went there back when it served up a "lax attitude and calming demeanor" on its two campuses.
Oh and right, the advice about doing your misdeeds in the woods is dead-on. In fact, we were doing some misdeeds in the woods behind Marquand when we heard Kurt Cobain had died on the portable radio we humped in with us. Naturally, it took a while to figure out if we had actually heard it or if we were just all suffering a mass hallucination. Oh youth.
Posted by Bree at 03:21 PM | Comments (0)
Lyrics Fail
The new U2 album is growing on me like a fine fungal patina, but damnit - I really can't throw my support behind lyrics like this. Rhythm of my soul...rhythm of my consciousness? ATM machine? Taking the subway through the stations of the cross? Kind of killing me because the background is all Roxy Music/Brian Eno (thumbs up) and Bono's voice is all passionato (double thumbs up) but holy crrrrrrrap.
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March 25, 2009
Mid-Afternoon Music Break
Thanks for the inspo, Vandernuts!
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March 24, 2009
The State We're In
Designer, illustrator, writer, bon vivant and man-named-Frank, Frank Chimero has some pretty stunning stuff for sale in his online shop right now. I particularly like his state series. All prints are 8x8 and $20. Thank me for my contribution to your artistic intelligence by buying me one. Or, you know, by silently mocking my taste. Your choice. Free country.
Colorado
Illinois
Oklahoma
Posted by Bree at 01:35 PM | Comments (0)
March 23, 2009
Update: Steampunked
From my adopted beloved brother:
This is the reason I knocked out his teeth with a roundhouse kick at the age of three. Oh and this is what he's talking about.
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Yet Another Client Testimonial
"The release and the organizational tips are badass! Thank you!"
I really have to add a link to my business web site called "Profane Accolades." It goes to show: like attracts like. Fuck right it do.
Posted by Bree at 02:40 PM | Comments (0)
Romance: Not Dead But Seriously, Seriously Wounded and Not So Smart
From a young Lakewood swain on Craig's List:
some times i see you looking at me when your outside and im looking at you .i think your with someone but that's okay he dont have to know.your a nice thick blonde girl i think your hot i would like to have nsa sex with you.if you think this is you to help you out a little you drive a black car.lets have some good sex soon reply a.s.a.p if you want to hook up.
Posted by Bree at 02:04 PM | Comments (0)
Steampunk
I would write more but am mentally muted by the fact there's a design style I completely admire and associate with and was going to build a store around that is so widely known it has a NY Times article and A TRADE MAGAZINE, yet today is the first I've heard of it.
I have shed my coolness like a skin, and now will naively and nerdily shudder in the lonely knowledge that I am nothing; I have nothing.
In other news, Rick's in town. Which means I'm going to have to spend Tuesday night drinking scotch and talking seriously about the wheres and whofors of me getting an MBA. Which means I'm going to have to drink so much scotch he stops grilling me and instead just accepts that I make all decisions based on nothing except the need to bring the decision-making process to an end. He'll also need to accept that scotch makes me puke. And that he needs to move back to Denver because I can't face learning how to mow my own lawn. This is the Tuesday night plan. Acceptance.
Posted by Bree at 01:24 PM | Comments (0)
Garbage Island
Stef blew my mind the other night with her wild tales of "Garbage Island" - a place in the Pacific where the currents collect the debris that gets dumped into the ocean and pile it up in a consumer waste salad of sorts. I was all, "No way!" and she was all, "Totally." It was a scintillating conversation, punctuated - and highlighted - only by the wafting fumes of the restroom behind us. Consumer waste, indeed!
Here's a video she just sent:
For years we’ve been reading about a patch of garbage the size of Texas floating in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, ingeniously dubbed the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Basically, any trash that gets dumped in the water rides the currents to this one spot and joins an ever-increasing flotilla of crap. For all the breathless accounts of the mess and its impact on the area’s sealife, however, no one seemed to have a picture of the buildup.
I've decided to do my part by carrying uncooked linguini in my pocketbook to use as coffee stirrers. This will be my contribution to humanity. Too much, you say? I give too much? Pshaw, it's the least I could do.
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March 22, 2009
Really, Gap? Really??
So many feedbag-shaped styles to shorten and fatten, so little time.
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March 21, 2009
I Like This Man
He's a straight shooter.
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March 18, 2009
For When You Care Enough to Be Completely Honest
Thank you, Rick. I will cherish it always.
Posted by Bree at 08:40 AM | Comments (1)
March 17, 2009
Blik Chick
Although I'm pretty satisfied with how my house looks at the moment, there are still some definite areas for improvement. One being the all-gray guestroom, which could totally benefit from some pattern or, you know, something non-gray. The other is the stairwell, which looks totally fine and pretty but would've been so super kickass if I hadn't ordered the wrong (AAAAAAHHHH) wallpaper last year. I'm still wearing my hairshirt over that debacle. It needs to be drycleaned soon.
AnywayZZZ, I've been interested in all the cool new designs Blik has been introducing recently. From collaborations with SCAD grads to repurposed Eames drawings to Threadless graphics, they've been rallying. In terms of the stairwell, this one (in snow and silver) is kind of leading the pack right now:
And yes, I know, wall graphics are played out and plebian pedestrian. But so is Beyoncé. And I don't hear Hova complaining.
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's'Pat's
Perfect excuse to listen to my two favorite micks.
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Happy Birsday, Mike
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March 16, 2009
SociaLIGHTS
Apparently Angela and I were featured on PAGE SIX of the October/November Modern in Denver Magazine. Ang just found out, like, yesterday. And purely by happenstance. I guess that's how fame works though. One day, you're just trotting around doing your thing and BAM!! All of a sudden everyone wants to be your friend and sex up your body and you're just busy trying to figure out where to BUY 24-karat bathroom fixtures, let alone who will install them.
By the way, we're both way better looking in real life. This is a totally accurate representation of my abysmal scanning capabilities, however.
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I Come From the Land of the Ice and Snow
Or, rather, have been to the land of the ice and snow. And was dismayed with my inability to buy all the cool things that were for sale. But lo, the economic collapse has devastated Iceland, and we can, as a community, prosper from their losses by shopping at the now-semi-reasonably-priced Birkiland.
Brennivins Schnapps-sock by Halla Helgadottir, $19
Elliott fake-drinking my Icelandic schnapps (because WE'RE CLEVER), price available upon request
My Icelandic Family glasses by Stella Design, $9
My Icelandic Family glasses by Briggles to the Swiggles, free for the taking
Sugar Creatures by Ragnheidur Osp Sigurdardottir, $23 each
Lagoon Creatures by G-d, without price, limited value
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How Twitter Drives Business: Volume Two
1. @creambakery starts following me.
2. I start following @creambakery.
3. I realize she makes vegan cookies in Denver (available on her Etsy shop here).
4. I remember my friends just opened an ice cream shop with plenty of vegan options.
5. I put them in touch.
6. She drops off cookies.
7. I eat a lot of those cookies (and twitter about it).
8. My friends place a wholesale order so they can make vegan ice cream sandwiches.
Posted by Bree at 09:23 AM | Comments (0)
March 15, 2009
Spam Poetry
I've been getting this incredible comment spam recently. Strings of words and phrases that make little sense but still have a unique and interesting cadence.
The following is all from one comment. All I did was pick certain phrases and add some punctuation. It's wholly abstract and a bit beautiful, I think.
beyond easy was difficult
startled awake
fever victim has the greater whole
water surged and moved
all confusion must deserved
but when death was small thing
first impression love (with fanatic quest)
was different
few
desperate
trudged back
shut tight
perilous times with reason
resembled alabaster soothing poultices
surging rage
own hands took over with another
now ragged but cold, her conscious managed with listening
“personal search?” you asked
she dared corrupt men
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Five-Word Movie Review Sunday
Love.
Lies.
Such beautiful tragedies.
Posted by Bree at 09:49 AM | Comments (0)
March 14, 2009
More Design Goodness From Good Designers
The lovely Kimi Weart just launched a new web site, Printable Press.
Because I'm busy listening to Phish in a coffee shop (gag.) with the slowest WiFi EVER (double shot of gag.) - and vaguely trying to write content - I'll leave the sales copy to Capt. Jenny Spicer:
"You have to check it out. Awesome invites (geared toward weddings at this point, but she's going to be expanding to baby announcements, etc.). The idea is that she has created templates people can use and print off themselves. Way affordable and very awesome designs. I think the response has already been crazy and this was just sort of a soft-launch."
Suffice it, Kimi's one of the top designers in NYC these days, and extreeeemeely responsive and creative and cool, so order up some invites or throw some other work her way you philistines. Me and all the rest of the Phishheads demand it.
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March 13, 2009
And Today in Deuce News
Imitation, flattery, etc.
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Solid Gold in so Many Ways
When I was in the fourth or fifth grade, I stayed home sick from school (faking, I guarantee it) and convinced my mom to buy me a two-record, three-cassette (I chose cassette) compilation called the All-Niter. My little score netted me some serious cooooool points with class hottie Mikey Cu*ran - he who eventually moved to Boston and acquired an accent that made him pronounce "Dawn" like "Du-wahhhn" and uh, we know this from prank-calling him...in Boston - who tried to buy it off of me. Anyway, phew!
Dreams of little Mikey!
Where was I?
Right.
I heard the song "Urgent" by Foreigner last night (side two of tape two) and it got me to reminiscing about the above (side two of tape three), probably my all-time favorite song for a good 20 to 30 minutes. The Solid Gold (or "80's y mas") clip is priceless (please note "cocky" at :52), as is the fact that they're completely lip-synching to the single. And is it just me or is Matthew Wilder the low-budge (is there such a thing?) version of John OATES?! There's only room in my heart for one tiny, mustachioed crooner, Wilder. And you ain't he.
In other news, I am COMPLETELY busting out those dance moves tonight. And those unitards. Denver, you done been warned. Caution: Hotness X-ing.
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But in the Good News Dept...
I got this on Wednesday from a client whom I wrote a web site for: "What else can I say but this is the shit. Looks awesome."
I've already asked if I can use it in my testimonials.
He agreed.
Posted by Bree at 10:55 AM | Comments (0)
Tough Times
Angela* sent me the above picture yesterday, taken at the Z Gallerie in Larimer Square. One word for that: yikes.
Oh and speaking of tough times, at my 7 a.m. meeting today one, two, THREE people asked me if something was wrong...that I looked sad, that my energy was off (they're all body work/mystical mojo specialists so tend to speak about things like that). I think my exuberant and defensive replies of "What?! What the hell are you talking about?!?" while tears welled up in my eyes didn't really smooth over the issue like I hoped it would, but they were all polite enough to leave it alone. This comes on the heels of someone asking me two or three times yesterday (seriously) why I was so sad. It is a bit unsettling. I think I'm just supes-tired, as have been working like a beast all week, but likely have some sort of latent blues about my recent birthday/passage of time/upcoming death to boot.
Le sigh, as they say.
Then again, they also say, "Onwards and upwards and forwards and towards." So I think I'll try to stick with that.
* Yes, I only have one friend. Eat it.
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March 12, 2009
Remember This?
Man. I haven't heard this since I lost the CD single (!) I bought in Ireland in 1997. And now everyone in my client's office will be able to enjoy it as well. Jen, I bet you're bummed you left. Don't worry - I didn't touch the Rolos, but I housed the peppermint patty. It's true. That thing had no chance. WORD. Let's go clubbin'.
Posted by Bree at 03:17 PM | Comments (1)
Cuff Me
I very much enjoy my new handcuff bracelet. 'specially because I only paid 29 dubloons for it and got to explore the bowels of Denver looking for the Fed Ex distribution center. Oh new handcuff bracelet, you give and give.
Posted by Bree at 10:56 AM | Comments (0)
March 11, 2009
I Do Have my Standards, Angela
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Where I Done Come From
The next time someone asks me what it was like growing up in Boston, I may direct them to these images from photographer John Dolan's "The Berkshire Project" (just closed at the Robin Rice Gallery in one of my other favorite places). That one up there could've been taken on my typical run along Oblong, for crissake.
Oh they make my heart ache for the lonely roads and misty fields of home.
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Wednesday Treatsy
Because I am, I just scored this lovely for a cool 20 clams over at Jen Bekman's 20x200 gallery. There are only 200 printed for that price and they're selling like bunk acid at a Dead show so go on! Scram!
(P.S. Second choice was "I told my therapist about you." Because I did. But he just laughed and turned the conversation back to me. See above.)
Posted by Bree at 01:29 PM | Comments (0)
March 10, 2009
Big Brother Shoots, Scores
Attached please find the Google Maps "street view" of Marie's childhood home. Also attached, the Google Maps "street view" of Marie's awesome dad.
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March 09, 2009
U-nwanted E-Suitor?
As many of us can likely attest, it is wicked disturbing when someone refuses to pay proper propers to your personal boundaries or just gets a little too up in your virtual shiznasty. For those times when being completely direct while pointing a loaded glock won't get the message across, turn to That's Not Cool e-cards. Granted, the site looks like it was built for teenagers - which makes this phenomenon all the more troubling - but I think the elders in the house also can learn some lessons about respect, privacy and trust.
Posted by Bree at 08:39 AM | Comments (2)
March 08, 2009
What Good Friends Do
I just had my birthday dinner with some very fine ladies: Marie, Angela and the woman formally known as Mother. It was a giggle followed by a hoot rolled up in a riot, especially the part when I innocently asked Ang what the date was.
Oh.
Right.
March 8th.
Right.
So. Anys. I wanted to just to put a quick note on here before I go to bed (and catch up on the sleep I didn't get last night) to point out something rather awesome. In addition to other things, like syphillis and a small succulent, Angela gave me a print-out from Sharon Montrose's Etsy shoppe and asked me to pick my favorite picture out for my gift. Coincidence being: I love Sharon Montrose! And have her bookmarked in my Etsy favorites! And have never once talked to the Angenator about it! Say whuuu? How can that possibly BE!?
Man, between this and the *awesome* and *super-thoughtful* prezzies from Marie, Molly + David, Jenny + Marcus, Matt + Margo and my Dad + Mom, as well as all the e-mails, cards and Facebook messages, one could say my little squadron of lovenuggets know exactly how to make this girl feel adored. Awwwww. Thanks, dudes. Truly.
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March 07, 2009
If You Play It on a FIFE (How's about a British jig and reel?)
I finished making my tiny tiles. And I already know my favorite will be the above shot of Melissa and Marie dancing to my brother's Irish tin whistle hits in Uruguay. That whistle played us through the hills and dales of South America, making its shrill, tuneless presence known no matter what the circumstance. Perhaps because Melissa and Marie didn't travel with us the entire time, they remained enchanted by Matt's tinwinds skill - so much so, indeed, that Marie made him pipe her ENTRANCE into her own wedding reception a few months later. Which I don't have a record of so can't make into a tiny tile. I will make amends, however, by showing you this picture of my dad again, which will certainly be included in the next...erm...how do you say...Tee-Tee order:
** Don't worry, Urshughwashan homeslices. I ordered you all your own version as well!**
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Song of the Day
Dear Rick,
I realize all of the recent songs of the day are on the CD I just sent you. I am deeply apologetic and hope you don't think too poorly of me. See self-plagiarism note below.
Best,
Bree
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March 05, 2009
Natasha on the TODAY! Show
Apparently Natasha was on the TODAY! Show today(! show). Or so the e-mails from my brother entitled "Natasha on the TODAY! Show!" and featuring several large format photographs of her working at a cafe, which apparently were used to some effect today on the TODAY! Show, would lead me to presume. I have no further information. Nor any skill whatsoever in putting together a sentence. Thanks for playing.
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Teeny Tiles
I think that when I discovered these delightful lil things, I e-mailed all parties I thought might be interested. But I'm nothing if not a plagiarist (see lazily cropped screenshots), so let's have at it again.
Because I'm skilled with my fingers and my mind, I've already chosen and made my first Tee-Ti (that's what they asked me to call them. We're likethis.). Et VOILA:
This day - aka our day off of skiing - has been SUUUPER-productive like that. I also bought myself a men's button-up and two pairs of argyle socks, drank my weight in coffee (fl. oz.) and half-assedly attempted to write a web site so I wouldn't be totally screwed upon my return to work next week. Oh and right, I got a supermarket discount card too. Wheeee! Recession vacation can't be beat!
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Design Springs Massive Boner
YAY! The two lovely ladies (Jessica (left) and Katie (right onnnn)) behind Design Boner are featured in this week's Time Out Chicago.
In a weird twist (and as a way to bring this subject back around to ME), I was already a big fan of this site before meeting the-most-recent-ex (or as I like to call him around the house, "He Who Still Bails My Ass Out") WHO IS BEST FRIENDS WITH JESSICA. Imagine my delight when he said, "Oh you have a blog? My best friend has a blog," and instead of pulling up some broke-ass bullshit about John Mayer and quilts, pulled up the majesty that is DB. Awww! Congratulations ladies!
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March 02, 2009
I Gost the WiFi
Which means I can continue my rampant blogging even from yonder mountaintop. And which also means I can show you this ridiculously hilarious Youtube video of Bizkit the Sleepwalking Dog:
Thanks, Ang!
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