Guess not that many people have questions about me– you probably know more than you ever wanted to, I talk so much Oh well.
Pie– I wrote about where the name cow-dog came from sometime before… but even I can’t find it in the archives so I’ll try it again:

It all started back when Rob was still living on Fraggle Rock, and we were stuck communicating by phone/IM. It was during the time we were separated that we realized we loved each other. We also were silly-heads and didn’t want to SAY ‘I love you’ because who knew how long we’d be apart, and it would only make things worse, etc. etc. etc. Another thing was that I had an asshole roommate who would listen in on my phonecalls (not pick up the phone and listen in, just sort of listen. Whenever I was on the phone) and then comment on things that had been said, later, or just break in and comment right then. It has always bothered me when people do that, and this was no exception– in fact I hated it more when he did it since I hated the guy with the burning fire of 1000 suns. The ex-roommate, not Rob.

Anyway. One Friday night Rob and I were on the phone and it was pretty late. We’d been on the phone for something like seven hours. Yes, we were nuts. Anyone who’s been to my apartment knows that it has those horrible popcorn ceilings (and walls– yeah, EVEN THE WALLS). I was lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling and started like… seeing things in it. Started telling Rob about it all. “Rob! I see a cow on my ceiling! Only it looks like it’s part cow, part dog! It’s a cowdog!”

Since it was 4 am we both found that hilarious. Every few minutes we’d go back to talking about the cowdog. “So, what does the cowdog think of that?” etc. etc. etc. Then I started using it as– okay, you know how the Smurfs will take verbs, and change them to “smurf” — like “I was just smurfing along and I smurfed upon Papa Smurf smurfing in the bushes”? . I started using cow-dog as a verb. “I’m going to cowdog you! Right in the nose!” …

Eventually somehow (and Rob is probably better at remembering this than I do, PLUS if I ever find it in my archives that one explains it better) ‘cow-dog’ ended up meaning ‘I love you’. So we could say it anytime in front of anyone, like if I was on the phone in front of my roommate I wouldn’t have to risk saying ‘I love you’ and having him get all “oooooh you loooooooove him, well you know long-distance relationships don’t work. You don’t really love each other” etc etc.

So yeah. Not a very entertaining post, but quite… informative.

The funniest thing was that earlier tonight my ex roommate was on MSN and started talking to me (which he never does unless he wants something).

“Hey Lou– “(have I mentioned how much I DETEST being called Lou? It makes me want to vomit in his eye)
“We just got the band’s website updated. It’s really awesome. Looks professional. Would you mind telling your people to go visit it? And then tell THEIR people to go visit it? Thanx.”

I told him I’d tell ‘my people’ to go visit. So go.

I never told him I would tell y’all the URL. Maybe when he pays me back the $500 he owes me I’ll do that.