I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs.
I work at a fancy-shmancy dog magazine, and now when I see a Boston Terrier on the street--as I did this morning--I don't think, "Ooooh, how cute!" Instead, I think, "Legs too long, not square at all, roachy topline, and the damned thing has a hackney gait!"
I've always thought that the more you learn about any topic, the more interesting it becomes. But now I think maybe there comes a point of diminishing returns, the point where you really do know too much.
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I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs.
I work at a fancy-shmancy dog magazine, and now when I see a Boston Terrier on the street--as I did this morning--I don't think, "Ooooh, how cute!" Instead, I think, "Legs too long, not square at all, roachy topline, and the damned thing has a hackney gait!"
I've always thought that the more you learn about any topic, the more interesting it becomes. But now I think maybe there comes a point of diminishing returns, the point where you really do know too much.
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I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs.
I work at a fancy-shmancy dog magazine, and now when I see a Boston Terrier on the street--as I did this morning--I don't think, "Ooooh, how cute!" Instead, I think, "Legs too long, not square at all, roachy topline, and the damned thing has a hackney gait!"
I've always thought that the more you learn about any topic, the more interesting it becomes. But now I think maybe there comes a point of diminishing returns, the point where you really do know too much.
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I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs.
I work at a fancy-shmancy dog magazine, and now when I see a Boston Terrier on the street--as I did this morning--I don't think, "Ooooh, how cute!" Instead, I think, "Legs too long, not square at all, roachy topline, and the damned thing has a hackney gait!"
I've always thought that the more you learn about any topic, the more interesting it becomes. But now I think maybe there comes a point of diminishing returns, the point where you really do know too much.
...
I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs.
I work at a fancy-shmancy dog magazine, and now when I see a Boston Terrier on the street--as I did this morning--I don't think, "Ooooh, how cute!" Instead, I think, "Legs too long, not square at all, roachy topline, and the damned thing has a hackney gait!"
I've always thought that the more you learn about any topic, the more interesting it becomes. But now I think maybe there comes a point of diminishing returns, the point where you really do know too much.
...
I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs.
I work at a fancy-shmancy dog magazine, and now when I see a Boston Terrier on the street--as I did this morning--I don't think, "Ooooh, how cute!" Instead, I think, "Legs too long, not square at all, roachy topline, and the damned thing has a hackney gait!"
I've always thought that the more you learn about any topic, the more interesting it becomes. But now I think maybe there comes a point of diminishing returns, the point where you really do know too much.
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It's so perfect! He could deliver Ohio. Or Saturn. Or something.
Someone at my dayjob read me a headline last week about how Mrs. Clinton (Iron My Shirts!) sent an e-mail at 2:00 AM saying she was going to bow out of the race—after she'd lost it. The 2:00 AM time indicates to me that she probably had to get smashed before she could bring herself to write it. The one thing I'm going to miss about that whiney, nagging, self-entitled monster is the way she made her drinking problem a big part of her campaign. Whenever she wanted to show that she was just a regular guy, she'd get her picture taken chugging a brewski ...
The Spice Girls have announced a 25-city reunion tour.
Seen here, from left to right: Petrified Manmeat Spice, Gym Teacher Spice, Stevie Nicks Spice, Yo BabyMama Spice, Still-Scary-But-For-A-Different-Reason Spice.
If Proctor & Gamble aren't sponsoring this, they're really missing a bet. 
Hank Medress died the other day. He was 68, and he had lung cancer, and he used to sing with a doo-wop group called the Tokens, back in the 1950s and ‘60s. The Tokens had a huge hit with a song called “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” in 1961, and then some more minor songs on the charts, and then Medress moved on to producing records for other groups like the Chiffons, and Tony Orlando and Dawn, and even David Johansen in his “Buster Poindexter” incarnation. The last thing Hank Medress was doing before he died was working as a consultant to Sound Exchange, which was described in his obituary as “a nonprofit group helping musicians collect ...
I m so lucky I even have a job. I know that. Yet it's kind of ruined me, or at least it's ruined my appreciation of the Boston Terrier, the finest of dogs. 
