Putting the chomp in cute
So it’s well into 2007 and I’ve set fire to the old blog (2003-2006, may it R.I.P.) to start anew here. This is not to say that I’m actually erasing all my past melodramatic rants and personal vendettas on Superlative Love — I mean c’mon guys, I might want to hark back on drama queen days of olde. I’m still waiting for a publisher to make me an offer on my laments about the NHL lockout and the life I chose for myself that I bitch about to no end. If a homeless guy can write a bestselling memoir about crazy parrots flying around San Francisco, then my fickle hockey love affairs and HCI romances have gotta be worth something.
As for this blog, some of you may have already had the misfortune of meeting the little butthead in the household, oh, and also, Jujy. Jujy (like the fruit, which is actually candy, which is not a bird at all) is a Pacific Parrotlet (that’s right, don’t even think of calling her a “small parrot”) who is the cutest freaking ball of blue fluff you have ever seen. Refer to Figure 1.
Figure 1. Awww, how cute!
Jujy wins hearts the world over with her tiny, daily activities such as yawning, scratching her head, playing with her toys, and simulating a beanie baby. And as she latches onto the fragile flesh of your index finger and draws blood, you can’t help but think, “But you were so damn cute!”
Figure 2. Jujy kicks ass.
I’ve learned a lot of things from Jujy. One is that you should not let anyone boss you around, especially if they’re bigger than you, or perceive you as food. Two is that cute will get you everywhere, and you can still be a shithead and people will love you. Three is that you should have an opinion about everything, because if you don’t, people will assume you’re ok with their crap and you’ll have to endure crap for that much longer. Four is that if you love someone, you should go fucking insane when that person comes home, and do it everyday for the rest of your life so that person never forgets.
This blog is a Jujy way of life.
