So pretty much everything cute involving animals almost makes me cry or actually makes me cry. I would attribute it to hormones except I only started taking them a couple days ago (to control endometriosis… might I tell you more about my lady plumbing?) and this crying-over-adorable-animals bullshit has been going on for ages. But back to the singing donkey, or as my dad, Dr. Bruce and Bill Maher say, “dunkey” (I think it’s an East Coast thing).
Behold!
Woofie was the dog I grew up with. People always thought we were saying Wolfie which is kind of tough and cool–and Van Halen-ish–instead of Woofie, which is neither. But he was a good dog and I was fairly devastated when he died many years ago and for some reason I always remember his birthday, which would have been today.
Here are some old posts about him, in case you need to look at photos and read some words, which you do.
In other news, my brand new podcast is launching on February 13th! Cancel all your plans!
So Kevin Smith came on the podcast tonight and he and Adam discussed their conflict and even though there may have been some yelling–or if not yelling, some talking in enthusiastic tones–I don’t think I suffered PTSD. I could say more but I need to change clothes and watch The Bachelor.
Here’s a Keek. I’m embedding a keek. Doesn’t that sound scatological? Pardon my keek. KEEEEEEEEK. Side note: What the fuck is a keek?
@alisonrosen and @thatkevinsmith after an intense show. Download it tomorrow.
Feb 1, 2012 | Source: Keek.com
Certain things are so cute they make me want to cry. Ever since having what I referred to as a “cutegasm” on air while watching a video of a baby bat I’ve been on the receiving end of all sorts of cute pictures and videos.
Here’s today’s adorableness. Bulldog puppies learning to walk!
I love them.
Oh hi! Happy New Year! I’m quite overdue in posting all about the surgery experience and the way anesthesia was less like a light switch being turned off and on and more like a power outage followed by the clock blinking 12:00. Or maybe a lightning storm. Also, I think it’s weird there’s music played in the OR. Also, I have other things to say. But the good news is there wasn’t any cancer and they were able to save both ovaries and everything that went into my IV hurt like a motherfucker. That wasn’t the good news, it was just something I wanted to add. Specifically the last thing they gave me before I was knocked out, which I’m thinking must have been propofol. All I remember is they put a mask on me and said it was oxygen and then I ripped the mask off and began coughing and they said to someone else, “That’s normal,” and then I felt an intense burning in my hand, like so bad I honestly thought to myself, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to handle this,” and then I was out. If in fact someone was giving me a hot hand then I think that is poor judgment in the OR. I would be more ok with a dutch oven.
Um, but anyway, I will write a long post with more details. I did talk about some of it on The Adam Carolla Show last night.
In the meantime if you would like to hear some shows hosted by yours truly (that’s me) then I suggest these: In this one I interviewed Christopher Johns, the guy who witnessed (and had a bizarre role in) the Hollywood shooting and also I talked to Larry Miller about chicken. And sex. And other stuff. To be perfectly honest I had mixed feelings about my own performance on this one, as I was recording it, and so I haven’t listened to it yet. And then in this one Lynette and I talked about dating stuff and took your calls and I accidentally hung up on some people as they were saying goodbye. And before they were saying goodbye.
Ok then!
Also I can’t stop watching this baby bat and this baby polar bear.
Also I received some bad news (nothing medical!) last night and in the Vicodin haze I just had a sense that it was something I would be upset about if I were able to feel upset however I regained ability in the middle of the night so yay. Now I’m upset.
Oh hi! I’ve been on some recent podcasts and I think you should listen to them if you enjoy things like that. One of them is Paul Gilmartin’s Mental Illness Happy Hour. I’m a big fan of his podcast and it was an honor to be asked to be a guest and I’m not even full of shit even though people who are full of shit say things like that all the time. And I was worried that I sounded inarticulate or overly something or other but I’ve received some very nice emails so thank you all very much.
But wait, then Paul Gilmartin was a guest on a podcast I hosted with the lovely Lynette Carolla! How’s that for synergy? Also, what does synergy mean? I don’t really want to know. At one point I knew but now I forget. This is not unlike a lot of theories and words I learned in college which I think I understood at the time but now I have no idea about. As opposed to say, calculus, which I struggled through at the time but suspect I might have an easier time with now. Or physics, which I never took in college but also think I might be able to understand now. I have no good reason to think I could understand these things now though, and it’s been a long time since I’ve done any kind of science or math, so I’m just going to change the subject now. Anyway, the podcast is going to change names and I’m kind of thinking of going with Alison Rosen Is Your New Best Friend which was the name of my Ustream show awhile ago but seems good as far as names go and people seem pretty into me naming it that. Should I?
And here I am talking about a rectal exam:
1. shopping
2. mailing
3. Schindler’s
4. to do
5. to don’t
6. bucket
7. Angie’s
8. wish
9. “it”
10. shit