You wish. I cast but one vote - for redcap! And then only because James and Justin were about to tune him up for putting an incriminating photo on Facebook where I could (and did) poach it.

Well - the other nice thing about being the forum admin is that you have access to IP logging (even from guests). With the exception of one short period of time tonight all of the votes came from different IP's (except three from an IP associated with the wireless network of a local coffee shop). Tonight 34 votes came in less than an hour from a group of related IP's that look as if they may be associated with a cell phone browser or LAN.

So it would appear as if someone got out the old cellphone tonight and lit it up with the same tingly enthusiasm they normally let loose for "Dancing With The Stars."

Buds? Is that what you call it when you talk to yourself these days?

Was it hard to handle that much internal dialogue while counting on your fingers? Que en es muy loco?

m

No, hubris is the result of excessive pride. The kind that makes you vote for yourself in a poll more than 30 times.

Humiliation, otoh, is the result of years of making fun of your buds who's sig-o's had small dogs when the fateful day arrives that you end up with one yourself. Humiliations galore.

Just because they are close together in the dictionary doesn't mean that they mean the same thing.

So let me see if I've got this straight. You are referring to this photo?

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Steven is right - my man cred is slipping away. No sense denying it. It looks like I am getting two more small dogs potentially as early as this weekend: Muffy and Todo. They come with little hoodies. JR and I have to go to the man shop and build little steps so that they can get up on the bed.

So all of that "how the mighty have fallen" biz has a ring of truth after all. I yield to my Team Hillbilly/No Worries teammate and MoJazz colleague.

The only solace I have is that Steven learned everything he knows about riding dirt bikes from a man with three small dogs.

And I have proof...

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Tell you what, Martin.
You teach that dog to ride on the tank instead of sitting on your lap at the Mocha.
And all is forgiven.

Motocross Dog

Everybody needs to be especially nice to Martin today because sources have informed me that last night was a rough one for him...

He woke up in the middle of the night to the high pitched bark of a certain little black toy poodle. He noticed his girlfriend was sound asleep so he decided to be a good boyfriend and take the little dog (aka Buddy) potty. Well, he walked into the living room towards the door with Buddy running ahead. He attempted to grab Buddy to put him outside (Oh wait...did I mention Martin was also stark naked?) but Buddy kept running away from him and would not let Martin pick him up. Finally through Martin's fast reflexes, he clamped on to Buddy only to feel the sharp pain of little dog teeth piercing the skin of his thumb. Immediately Martin put Buddy on his back in the classic dog submission hold. Buddy replied by peeing all over Martin.

Morning came, and his girlfriend opened her eyes and turned to look at Martin whom was already awake staring up at the ceiling....Martin felt the gaze of his girlfriend and likewise turned his head to look back at her...as their eyes made contact Martin said, "We need to have a little talk about Buddy".

Hey man, why don't you come to SoCal some time between March 13th and 19th?
You can get your mojo back via ~1,000 miles of moto twist and shout.

Yeah, I'm not a facebook kind of guy.
So how'd it go in the Mo-jay-vee?