Caption Contest Winner

Yeah, I know I said I’d post this on Friday. Life happened. It always does. Sunday is the new Friday anyway, haven’t you heard?

Anyway. A little over a week ago I asked you lovely folks to suggest your best caption for this picture:

I further sweetened the deal with the promise of your very own only slightly used DVD copy of Mega Shark Versus Giant Octopus, that incredible direct-to-DVD release starring Deborah “don’t call me Debbie when I’m acting” Gibson and Lorenzo Lamas. Yes, in the same movie!

I had a tough time picking a winner. But I did pick one, because I feel such a tremendous sense of obligation to pass this movie on.

Black Hole Under My Couch, for the first half of your comment (can I do that? I just did):

Casey: “Yeah, Yeah, of course I’m eighteen. . . *whispers* in dog years!”

Carl, I realize this sets me up for another round of your therapy bills for not picking your caption. If you have to call me down to FLA for Confrontation Day, can it be after the humidity dies down a little?

Here are some of the one I loved that didn’t win:

Grossly Pulchritudinous: It’s certainly no Pentapus, but I think we can make this work.

The Bad Hat Harry: Why don’t you put the camera down and join in? Leave it rolling.

Someone at my work on the dry erase board: Tastes like chicken!

Thanks to everyone who participated! You guys made me laugh.

Black Hole Under My Couch, drop me an email accidentalstepmom (at) g mail (dot) com and I will get your DVD out to you. If you actually watch the entire movie and review it, I’ll post it.

It’s the least I could do.

In an unrelated note, the Pentapus is now down to three legs, but we find the name sticking. Tri-pus does not have the same ring. However, if they manage to get the three remaining legs off I’m going to call it Tabletop Pentapus.

In closing, let’s talk about bad movies. Do you have a favorite? One of those movies that has no redeeming features whatsoever but you still can’t drag yourself away from it? Mine is Amazon Women on the Moon. It was supposed to be a spoof on bad movies but kind of turned out being one itself. I love that movie. What’s your favorite bad movie?

Photo Caption Contest

I wrote before about the puggles’ Pentapus.

We replaced it with a whole new Octopus, and in a short while, it too has become a Pentapus. One of its severed tentacles is floating around the house just like before. Apparently, this is the natural state of things.

In honor of the MegaPuggles’ triumph over the Giant Octopus, I have a special treat.

This picture needs a caption:

That’s one of those stuffingless foxes underneath the evil brown one. They love those too, but nothing really compares to being able to rip the innards out of your prey.

To see the innards ripped out of domesticated dog prey, check out this post by Kimberliah. It’s funny.

By the way, that scratched-up dilapidated piece of furniture they’re on used to be the pretty red leather ottoman that folds out into a cot that I bought when I was single and living alone in my awesome apartment in Hoboken. The cot part was functional, but not too comfortable. The ottoman was my favorite place to sit though. It was soft, the leather was smooth and beautiful. It was where I used to sit to meditate.

*sigh*

Okay, back to the contest. I am offering a fabulous prize to the winner: your very own (used once) DVD copy of Mega Shark Versus Giant Octopus. Can you believe it? Wow! This is. . . some movie.

Leave your captions in the comments section below. Contest is open through midnight EST, July 7, 2011 and I’ll pick a winner and announce Friday, July 8.

Street Legal Puggles

You know what’s cheap and easy?

(Are you done? Can I move on? Thanks.)

Getting a dog license.

To get a dog license you don’t have to prove yourself a responsible pet owner. All you need is proof of the rabies vaccination. Not distemper or bordetella. You don’t have to prove that you’re not making them subsist on Twinkies. The town officials don’t inspect the dog, they don’t ask it about its home life; your dog doesn’t have to perform tricks or do higher order mathematics. A copy of the vaccination record and, in my town, eight dollars and twenty cents is all you need.

Our puppies got the rabies shot as soon as they were old enough, but the vaccination record. That damn piece of paper sat in The Pile so long. . . let’s just say it’s a good thing it’s a three-year vaccine.

The task of getting the dogs licensed became something I remembered only when I was taking them for a walk, and, once I thought of it, I was filled with a certainty that they were going to be ticketed and flatbedded away at any moment.

notlikethat — What's the problem, officer?

mindingourown — This isn't what it looks like

casey — What kind of dog do you think I am?

In my defense (I’m starting to notice just how often I say that, and it seems to only be in relation to parenting or otherwise managing the household), I did go to the office that handles these things back in December, with the eight dollars (and twenty cents, per dog) and the damn piece of paper. The lady told me I should probably wait until January because I’d just have to do it all over again. Check that out: an actual town official, actively encouraging my procrastination. It may have been because I interrupted her lunch break.

For the record? This is the same office I had to go to for my marriage license.

I knew if they got busted, my coercion defense wouldn’t make any difference to the arresting officer. I’d end up have to get them a lawyer. It would be a legal nightmare.

Luckily I have experience in such matters.