This is my rifle, and this is my gun...

So in Chapter seven I decided to put Malik on the back of the truck and give him a heinously awesome gun. So I asked RFKAO. Initially I was not impressed. I wanted a 240 which I've had to pleasure of watching in action, when I was on ship. Maybe it's my dad and countless episodes of Home Improvement that rose up and grunted, but I wanted bigger.


Meet the futurized MG 42 Kxxi This gun has not been invented yet. And by golly when it is, I hope I am as humanly far away from it as possible.


Take an old WW2 gun and advance it 1000 years. Lets make the bullets out of glass. Lets make the glass shatter on impact and have nano machines replicate once they enter any kind of living creature. Let's make the nano machines out of a like, a super complex protein and then once its spread uncontrollably, give the victim insta-tumors that block vital passageways like- to the heart and lungs. Maybe even target the nano machines to start in the stomach and make them eat away at the lower intestinal walls.


The futurized MG 42 K xxi is a bad ass gun. I like it. One person could break this gun down into five large pieces in a minute and thirty small undetectable components in three minutes. I want to mount to be light weight but sturdy. Then because I'm a girl lets make it pink.


Seriously though, I'm not a gun person. I never was, I'm from a state that has some of the strictest gun laws in the country. That's not to say we don't have a lot of violence. But I know it's harder to legally own a firearm in Massachusetts than some other states. I'm sure true enthusiast have found ways around that.


The point of this piece was to discuss weaponry, which is not my forte. I burst into RFKAO's room asking him about guns. Actually he sort of sauntered into my room asking about boxes, but bursting into his room sounded way cooler. So anyway I "bursted into his room" requesting information about a really big gun that can be mounted on a truck.

Pic of the week

He threw out a bunch of letters and number which I promptly googled. Funny, the things I typed in came up a lot of pictures of naked women covered in oil. Then I came across this picture:




Made my freaking day, it did. Made my freakin' week.


I even wanted to get the big cannon the Old Spice guy used in the Expendables. Miss Omaya Kaboom herself. But I side tracked somehow and gave up.


I do like how my gun came out. I'm sure after discussing this with a bunch of engineers and some trigger happy rifle people I should be able to have better schematics on it.


Why am I researching a bigger better gun? Well it's supposed to be the future. It's supposed to be dystopia. There should be more dangerous ways to kill a person. That's what humanity seems to be good at. So why not advance the weaponry? Am I strangely uncomfortable with this topic? YES a resounding yes. But I'm also a little excited.


Let's face it I'm always excited about something.

All in, now to redecorate.

Well after two days of back breaking lifting we are officially in our spacious two bedroom apartment. What kills me is that we can see the naval base from our front door and hear ships' whistles when ever they get underway. At least we can't hear Taps. I think we'd both stand at attention or something. Our perspective branches of the Military, still very fresh in our minds.


We're not angry that we didn't notices it before now, but it does give me a little start. Just a little start, not a big one.


Chewy loves the place.  He has plenty of space to roam, of course he's still under our feet, but that's not so bad as it used to be. I'm a little worried for the carpet, but I have closets again!!! And Doors!!! And a super large kitchen!!! And a thicker walls!!!!


I'm completely happy that before the mass hysteria of moving I managed to fit in the rest of chapter six. I'm not feeling positive about how I ended it but I think I'm satisfied with it. It was a chapter devoted to the secondary characters. I guess in my mind I hadn't built them up enough, which is why I struggled with it for almost three months. Chapter seven will be better. I already have it planned and I'm looking forward to seeing it on my computer. I really am, and I hope you are too.


RFKAO is in nesting mode. I'm already looking forward to school and finishing the writing phase of the book, and the next project. He on the other hand, is all about making this apartment a home. Cool with me, I'm just happy he's off my couch. I will admit that I am kind of curious as to how he will mix and match our things. It's always nice to see what someone else can do with your things.


I think after we are done unpacking I might post the pictures. I'm still on the fence about that. I'll know more after the place is done.


I can't wait to start writing again.

More about the Move

Occupy is about to loose his name. Well that's because the couch will no longer be occupied. We're moving as I have mentioned in a previous entry and I'm really excited. I even thought about writing a book about it. I said as much the the Roomy Formerly Known As Occupy (RFKAO) and he likes the idea.

I pitched this idea to him one night while we were smoking in the back yard. Some time between us talking about my latest and greatest odd ball caller and making jokes about Chewy. The book I said "Would be semi-autobiographical full of useless acts of assholiness and a bunch of recipes thrown in." Because seriously we make some really awesome food. Between the two us we could really make some yummy num numms that will make your mouth water.  RFKAO liked the idea, but then wondered what we'd call it. That's the easy part, I suggested the title I thought of while I was in the shower. Joey and Tia make a cook book: The semi-autobiographic story our lives after the Military and some really good food.

Alfredo with Bacon

He likes it. I like it. I think it would be a great project for 2013. Once The New God gets past the editing phase I know I can devote  most of my time to it. I already know what's going into this book recipe wise. His Chicken Quesadilla, the Mouthgasmic Meatloaf, his Slow Cooked Chicken Stew, my Pasta Alfredo with Bacon, greasy Burgers with Carrots, His To Die For Granola, His so healthy I Could Cry Fruit Smoothies, and what ever else we could come up with between now and then.

With the move to the new place this weekend we get a much bigger kitchen. The way we've been cooking we'll need the counter space. When we saw the place we're leasing we immediately moved into the kitchen to check out the counter space. It's not the biggest kitchen but its way bigger then this one. In this kitchen, me, Chewy and RFKAO can't all be in it together. We've tried, it doesn't work out. Someone will get hurt or burnt or stepped on. It's just not possible.

Anyhow  I really hope to be moving to stay. The stress of being in this place with all the screaming kids and their junkie parents is really killing me. Also I miss my couch, and my land lord for this place is such a troll. She's going into the book, definitely.

In other news: 

My cousin had a baby boy, Bruce. Welcome to the family little one. Many blessings be upon you. 

My Nephew

My nephew DaeDae (Not his real name) learned to roller skate. Lucky him because Ms. Townes can't skate at all.  

San Diego Humane Society is having another special: All adoptions are $15 this includes current shots, adoption exam licenses, and a free one hour training session. Check them out on their website. 

My father threw another Easter gathering this year complete with five billion Easter eggs for the hunt. 

Chapter six  of the New God is done, look for it tomorrow in the morning.  

Oh yeah I love my mother, she is the best.

I think that covers all things important to me right now. When I mean right now, I mean  like this moment, right now.  To you all who have been checking the blog for the past two weeks only to see that it has lain idle, I thank you for your patience. 

Friday Flash Fiction: Rural Route 27

Flash Fiction returns this week. Only because I need to get back into a routine. The picture prompt that came out on Wednesday over on Madison Woods' page is where you can get links to other Flash Fictioneers short stories. Also you can participate if you like, just make sure you link your story to her blog.  Follow us on Twitter tomorrow if you like: #Friday Fictioneers Enjoy.

Deena walked the tunnel twice a day ever since she was allowed to walk alone. It crossed under Rural Route 27. It was the only way to town from her home. Her safe quiet, never changing home, that housed generations of her family for 200 years.

The tunnel wasn't that old, but the path leading to and from were, another never changing thing that made up Deena's life. It was periodically reinforced but nothing drastic. 

Today the tunnel was no different than it was before. The person who passed under Rural Route 27 had changed. Last night after Reggie Malloy tried to get in her pants again, she made a decision. This place could rot.

When she came out of the shadow of the tunnel, the light caught her ponytail. She squared her shoulders and took the first step into the rest of her life.

The Dog Log is moving.

Physically moving that is. The blog will be here, right where it belongs.


Chewy, Occupy and I are upgrading to a bigger better place and we can't wait. Occupy gets off my couch! He gets his own room, with a door, and we also get a bath tub. I can't say that either of us will miss this place.


Stay tunned over the next few days as I upload a few entries that never made it on here:
Dating on Craig's List
Mr. Paperwork vs. Ms. Procrastination: A Death match Face Off
Chewy's mow-hawk and Co-Pilot rage
The Kitty Pig, Oink Meow I work Out...
Friday Flash Fiction- The weekly game 100+/- or less picture prompt.

Also to look for in the future: Our special family is expanding. Occupy is getting a cat. Of course we're naming it after another Star Wars character, just to express our combined Nerdiness. Padme or Leia if we find a female he loves. And if we get a male, you guessed it, Obi-Wan or Anakin.