Need a little distraction from reality? Here is an unpolished collection of the weird, the silly, and the sometimes serious at Wild Dingo. It's a blog about nothing, yet about everything. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll even learn something. But this is not a writing sample. It's just a place to kick back and crack open a cool Core's 16-ouncer and lose yourself in the kooky.
I'm a bit obsessed lately with soaking up the coastline. There's something about living near a coastline that feels free. You'd think I'd have spent all my free time at the beach, but like a lot of us in Silicon Valley, I took it for granted. I guess it takes moving to a country without […]
"Hey Daddy-O, how much you think this job pays?" "Princess, there isn't a big enough, juicy enough bone in the world to make me do this job."
I came home the other day and found Juno had done a little light reading. So I asked her what she learned. "The unexamined book is not worth reading. But it sure is worth chewing."
After surfing the waves, Loki and Juno chill out at the beaches' namesake, it's Lighthouse. "Hey Princess, check out that chick behind me staring at us. We must be celebrities, no?"
As Beach Bums continues, we find our lead characters in the throws of drama. "Oh my dawg Princess! There's a labradoink out there in the big scary waters trying to kill a scary beast!" "We must save him!"
As in WTF is Loki doing in this photo below? "Seriously Big Boy. This is no time to get your Daily Om on!" Ahhh... so that's what he was doing:
Yesterday was beach day at Wild Dingo. In the 2 years I've had the beasts, I don't know why I have not done anything remotely beach-fun oriented with them. Oh, yeah, I forgot. The cracker. I've been wanting to go to a dog friendly beach for a while now to see how they'd like the ocean. […]
Like all stereotypical males, Mr. Wild Dingo enjoys critiquing my driving skills. Last month I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport. Loki and Juno came with us and provided an eye-opening, err ... ear-opening critique of Mr. Wild Dingo's driving skills. Internet, feel free to make your own judgements. But I feel the impartial critics have […]
I know. I know. I never write anymore. I never visit anymore. I could be dead or worse, you could be dead and lying in a ditch and did I even take the time to check in with you and see how you're doing? No. I'm an ungrateful child to my Internet family. I'm so […]
... have pillow fights. "Nothing says "I missed you" like pillow entrails. I cared enough to shred the very best."