Flattery is the Sincerest Form of Flattery:
Mr. Boy emailed this link to me yesterday, which puts me at the top of said blogger's list of People He'd Like to Meet. I'd like to take the opportunity to thank Mr. Caveman but say that I don't think I've earned a Number One spot. Or have I? I live with myself every day, so I have no perspective on whether I'm worth meeting. I will say that if you're dying and meeting me is a final wish, I hope that you live somewhere good. Lemme know.
The Daisy Crazy Hour:
The WonderDog no longer sleeps in the bed with us, as one 40-pound medium sized Pit Bull has the magical ability to transform to the size of a Great Pyrenees when tucked into bed. Mr. Boy and I would wake up to find ourselves hovering on the edges of our Double Bed (I know, I know, but we can't afford a new mattress now) clinging on for dear life while Miss Daisy stretched out and snored happily.
She's been relegated to her snuggle ball, an enormous bean-bag type bed that is incredibly comfortable (as I once passed out on it coming home from a Holiday Party). The transition has gone well, although every night as we prepare for slumber she sits on the side of the bed as if asking to come up. Mr. Boy reminds her that it's Puppy Bedtime, and I tell her to go to bed. She strolls to her snuggle ball, collapses in its poofy goodness, and sighs deeply.
This is still our bedtime routine, although between the hours of three and four AM, Daisy wakes up and starts to squirm. She rolls over on her back and twists back and forth, ostensibly scratching her back on the bed's surface. Happily she twists and turns, and when she's done, she goes right back to sleep.
I don't know whether there's a WonderDog Signal in the sky or some internal alarm clock that's causing this to happen, and if I have it together, maybe one day I'll try to catch it on film. But until then, the Daisy Crazy Hour will remain a mystery...
Wait, You Used to Have an Actual Job?
The rumors are true: I actually used to get up and go to work. At a job. Where they paid me. After the live action gigs dried up, Older SlackBrother J. (my writing partner, for those of you just joining us) turned to freelance animation. While we've worked on a little of this and a little of that, the bulk of work has been for The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy. Outlines, then 30-minute specials, then the big 90-minute movie, "Billy & Mandy's Big Boogey Adventure." The joke used to be that we got the gig because I was sleeping with the creator, which I guess was true as he and I dated for about three and a half years. (However, he continued to hire us after we broke up, so I guess we must be talented. Or he was just lazy. Either way, we were happy to have the work.)
The movie had been a big part of my life for a long time, as it was conceived and written back in 2004/5. Not all that long ago, but long enough that my life was totally different back then. It's odd to look back and think was that really me? but it was. I'm thankful for that time and grateful for the lessons I've learned, as it set me up to think about who I was and what I wanted and landed me smack dab in the middle of my current Detective Agency Bliss.
"Billy and Mandy's Big Boogey Adventure" premieres tonight on Cartoon Network at 7pm and has an encore presentation at 8:45pm.
This handy guide will tell you everything you need to know. If you don't have cable, the DVD will be available for purchase April 2nd. Of course, you could probably find it on the Internet, but I can't condone such a thing. Although I will mention that I get no residual payments for showings of the movie, nor any piece of the DVD sales. So if you were a terrible enough person to download something illegally, you wouldn't be taking money out of my pocket.
This movie also may have the dubious distinction of being the last piece of writing from the slackmistress you'll see on the small screen. Or the big screen. Or any screen. Catch it while you can.