Have you ever accidentally stumbled onto a band who's music you really like, but then find out that they're not a band anymore? Well, it happened to me. I've been subscribing to Terrorizer magazine for a few years now and I keep hearing about a band named Earth Crisis. The Terrorizer magazine staff love their stuff and give them nothing but rave reviews. I kept planning on getting one of their CD's but never got around to it. Well, on a whim, I "rented" their new DVD from Netflix and it was really cool. They're referred to as a hardcore band, but they're also metal as well. The one downside is that they're totally straigh-edge (to a militant degree) and are devoutly vegan. The good thing is that they don't try to force that shit on to other people. Anyway, they called it quits in 2001 so here I am, coming in late...as usual. Anyway, if you get a chance, check out some of their shit.

So, this week is the Sun 'n Fun fly-in up in Lakeland, Florida and while all the "editorial" people are having fun running around, checking out all the planes and meeting all the cool people, I'm stuck here at home. Last year, they fenagled me a rental car and a hotel room for 2 nights, but this time, no dice. Oh well. The big problem is, while they're up there running around, they can't do their regular stuff and I have to take over. So, now I'm doing extra work on top of my other stuff. At least I know I'm not expendable.

We have a new addition to the 'Bear family. The wife messages me Monday and asks if it's ok if she brings home a dog. I had a lot of doubts because the last thing we need is another animal. It is an interesting story, though. She was grooming this dog and the poor thing was so matted that she had to shave it pretty close. Well, she ended up nicking it with her clippers. The vet clinic in the Petsmart where she works decided to give the dog stitches (this was about 3 weeks ago by the way). Anyway, Monday, the mother comes back to finish the groom and then tells the wife that she has to take him back to the humane society becuase she can't keep him. Turns out her father is dying of cancer and she has another dog, a big one, and this guy doesn't get along with other big dogs. So, I caved in, as I usually do, and told her she could bring him home. When she got home that night, she had with her, a cute, bouncy bundle of energy named Charlie. Here's a shot of him. Like I said, he's a bundle of energy and this is as still as he'd sit.

Ain't he just so cute?! He's a 2½ year old Yorkie and he loves the kids and us. Anyway, he's already fitting in fine, laying around and just bumming like the rest of us. I'm actually glad I gave in.

Well, it's time to go to bed. Gotta take Charlie for a walkie. Laters.