Kodi, Lost Deep in Thought

Is she thinking:

a) “Did I leave the gas on?”

b) “I really do think everything is better with steak”

c) “That squirrel doesn’t look like it gets chased nearly enough”

d) Other?

If d), please insert your suggestion below.

49 Comments on “Kodi, Lost Deep in Thought”

  1. “If Intelligent Design really is the way things are, why the hell did the designer give me all this extra skin around my eyes? I can barely see to chase a squirrel!”

  2. “Our country, and the entire international community, cannot stand by as a terror-supporting state fulfills its grandest ambitions…. We will not allow Iran to have a nuclear weapon.”

    No, wait, your dog’s probably too smart to be writing checks with her mouth that she can’t cash anytime soon because she overextended herself on two fronts. Never mind, then.

  3. D. I wonder if the iPhone commercial is truly implying that an iPhone allowed a pilot to get the plane off the ground sooner by checking the weather on weather.com.

  4. Damn it, Scalzi, that “On the Internet, no one knows you’re a dog” stuff only works if you don’t post my picture! I mean, really.

  5. “I don’t know what this whole thing about Beggin’ Strips being like bacon is all about. They taste nothing like real bacon. In this house I get real bacon. Why don’t all dogs get real bacon? Is it a kosher thing?”

  6. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang O.C., the Original Changsta

  7. Paul Barnes – A Catholic convert with a love for history, philosophy, politics, theology and owner of a literary harem. If only he had the writing output of G.K. Chesterton instead of his girth...
    Paul Barnes

    “It’s too damn hot.”

  8. “Where is the Beauteous Ghlaghghee? Life is not worth living unless I can worship Magnificent She all of the time. Why is Scalzi wasting time taking pictures of me when he could be taking pictures of Her Shimmering Radiance? What a bozo.”

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

  9. I recall a Bloom County strip which asked exactly that question of Rosebud, the basset hound. We learn the answer in the final panel:

    “Tomorrow I get to poop again!”

  10. Hmmm…

    Am I looking at my dinner or the dogs?

    Am I looking at my dinner or the dog’s?

    Oh! Heyyy! I totally get that apostrophe thing!

  11. WTF? Here I am posing around the house all week waiting for annoying guy to take my picture. I especially liked the pose I did with annoying guy’s get. But nooo. He waits until I am sitting on my ass and resting.

    Annoying guy better get his act together or we will have a new genre. Bacon on him!

  12. “Is there any greater irony that we dogs have long understood string theory and we sit around doing the calculations in our head for fun, yet our lack of opposable digits keeps us from being able to open simple refrigerators and operate trivial stoves so that we can make our own bacon? How could nature make us such noble geniuses trapped in useless fur?

    Oh wait, I did see a greater irony on Icanhazcheezburger.com the other day. Oh yeah. Now THAT was ironic. Why did I forget about that? Must be the lack of bacon.

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