September 3, 2012
This has been my Tumblr icon since April 2010. Sarka is the finest companion I ever had. I shared custody of her with a roommate, who was also one of the finest roommates I ever had. They both moved to Chicago and thanks to the routine divergence of lives, I don’t really know how either of them are doing these days. Sarka was the perfect running partner, always willing to go the extra mile and not in that boring cliche way that you hear about from so many boss-types and resume-padders. Sarka was also good to watch TV with. And her penchant for drollery was priceless — no dog in the history of dogs will ever possess such a look of severe bemusement as Sarka did when I would heft her into my arms and carry her as if she were an overgrown puppy. Which, to me, she will always be. Most likely, when I get a dog of my own, she will also be a black lab. Also named Sarka. And subject to the same bemused drollery. Baseball 2.0 is the blog and living memoir of San Francisco writer Joe Ramelo. At 30-years old, he is an internet veteran, having been a cyberspace colonist since 1994. Written in the format of unsent (“never-to-be-sent”) letters to San Francisco Giants starting pitcher Tim Lincecum, Baseball 2.0 discusses baseball, the world and life — though baseball could be considered to be all of the above. In particular, there is special emphasis on baseball and life through the author’s background as a gay Filipino. All that introspection is time consuming, so there’s not a lot of opportunity to hope that Tim (variously and vaguely referred to as either “the Avatar” or “Linc,” not really because of movies or video games but due to the author’s personal superstition/belief about the power of names) actually writes back — which he likely wouldn’t, anyway.

This has been my Tumblr icon since April 2010.

Sarka is the finest companion I ever had. I shared custody of her with a roommate, who was also one of the finest roommates I ever had. They both moved to Chicago and thanks to the routine divergence of lives, I don’t really know how either of them are doing these days.

Sarka was the perfect running partner, always willing to go the extra mile and not in that boring cliche way that you hear about from so many boss-types and resume-padders. Sarka was also good to watch TV with. And her penchant for drollery was priceless — no dog in the history of dogs will ever possess such a look of severe bemusement as Sarka did when I would heft her into my arms and carry her as if she were an overgrown puppy. Which, to me, she will always be.

Most likely, when I get a dog of my own, she will also be a black lab. Also named Sarka. And subject to the same bemused drollery.



Baseball 2.0 is the blog and living memoir of San Francisco writer Joe Ramelo. At 30-years old, he is an internet veteran, having been a cyberspace colonist since 1994.

Written in the format of unsent (“never-to-be-sent”) letters to San Francisco Giants starting pitcher Tim Lincecum, Baseball 2.0 discusses baseball, the world and life — though baseball could be considered to be all of the above. In particular, there is special emphasis on baseball and life through the author’s background as a gay Filipino.

All that introspection is time consuming, so there’s not a lot of opportunity to hope that Tim (variously and vaguely referred to as either “the Avatar” or “Linc,” not really because of movies or video games but due to the author’s personal superstition/belief about the power of names) actually writes back — which he likely wouldn’t, anyway.

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Filed under: Tumblr icon black lab dogs pets friends 
July 24, 2012

dvaldizzle:

darren—criss:

idontevenknowokay:

onlygirlinthisworld:

livinganendlesssummerdream:

kiana-m:

mattisbollywood:

wildbearpajamas:

My mom’s friend adopted this lovely dog after he was abandoned by his previous family. His name is Shaun. Shaun had always been very good at eating all his food. Every last bit that was, he ate it. One day he started leaving a little bit behind. He wouldn’t eat everything, no matter what. He always left a little behind. Every morning when my mom’s friend checked Shaun’s bowl, the food was gone. That was very strange, because Shaun always spent the night by her side.
One night she decided to investigate the food situation. She waited quietly by the food bowl and then, in the middle of the night, a cat came through the window and ate the remaining food. She noticed the cat was actually pregnant. A week or so later the cat came into her house and gave birth to 6 little kittens. Shaun took care of them as if they were his own babies. My mom’s friend adopted the cat too (her name is Meow) and they took care of the kittens until they all found a loving home. Nowadays Meow and Shaun live happily together as a family and they each have their little bowl of food.

interracial couples are always cute

Oh my god that is so precious.

KITTENS YOUR DADDY IS A DOGGIE. YOU ARE SOME LUCKY BABIES.

I AM MAKING THE WEIRDEST NOISE RIGHT NOW.

SO MANY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW

EVERYTHING HURT

Joe: My dream is to raise a dog and a cat from birth so they will grow up to be best friends for life.

Coworker: …that’s your dream?

Joe: I don’t dream very ambitiously.

Coworker: Eh, who cares? I like your dream. It doesn’t need to be ambitious. It’s reasonable.




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Filed under: dogs cats 
May 15, 2012
leonardchris: Happy mother’s day! Dear Linc, Your dogs are too small. I’m sorry. I think they are adorable, but I’ve never liked small dogs. At least yours don’t yap that much — well, they’re not known to yap very much, anyway. I mainly don’t like small dogs because by their nature they have to constantly, with seeming permanence, announce their presence as if to remind you that they exist. Meanwhile, a larger dog, such as a German shepherd or a black lab — the latter of which is my favorite — will, at full size, just stand there because that’s all it has to do. It will not bark unless necessary. The dog’s very existence speaks for itself. Anyway, I have loved labs my whole life but I would be fine with a German shepherd, too. Joe

leonardchris:

Happy mother’s day!

Dear Linc,

Your dogs are too small. I’m sorry. I think they are adorable, but I’ve never liked small dogs. At least yours don’t yap that much — well, they’re not known to yap very much, anyway.

I mainly don’t like small dogs because by their nature they have to constantly, with seeming permanence, announce their presence as if to remind you that they exist. Meanwhile, a larger dog, such as a German shepherd or a black lab — the latter of which is my favorite — will, at full size, just stand there because that’s all it has to do. It will not bark unless necessary. The dog’s very existence speaks for itself. Anyway, I have loved labs my whole life but I would be fine with a German shepherd, too.

Joe

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Filed under: dogs German shepherd black lab 
January 12, 2012

nprfreshair:

Our show today is going have two interview segments. One with actor Gary Oldman and one with New Yorker writer John Seabrook, who will be talking about YouTube.

I asked my coworkers for some of their favorite YouTube videos. This is our producer Lauren’s pick.

Linc,

Look at this video. It’s cute — and convincing enough, I guess. What made me laugh was the part at 24 seconds when the dog says in a diminishing bark, “Arff…”. As if to say, “I don’t want to say this anymore, you douche.” 

Can your dogs do that, Linc? Not say “I love you,” of course, but get so annoyed that they call you a douche? Haha.

I’ve been thinking more about your contract situation, by the way. I hope that you and the Giants can reach some kind of middle ground, but you’re right in asking what you’re asking for. An athlete’s career isn’t that much different from what I do, which is temping, except that if you’re good at what you do, you can anticipate a better payoff by risking a negotiation tactic for better pay. The temping world is different: if you’re good at what you do, good for you, but don’t rock the boat.

Injury could sideline an athlete at anytime and, of course, there’s age. There are of course many athletes who still manage stellar ability as they get older but right now these are the prime years of both your body and your career, Linc, and you want to make sure you get the most out of them. In addition, if the Giants organization is going to keep being stingy on bats, and 85 percent of victory is shunted onto the shoulders of the pitching staff then, well, you go for it, Linc: you ask for a salary that is commensurate with what every fan, journalist, scout, and statistician knows you can give to the team.

Wow, I just went to a guy’s Facebook page and his cover photo — you know, now that Facebook does this whole “timeline” thing — was of all the medals he won from various marathons that he ran. All right. Wonderful. I would pat his back but he has already done it to himself. This sure is a far cry from how your Cy Young was just sitting in the back of your trunk. Or how, when my friends found out I was going to Vegas for New Year’s Eve, they were all telling me to go to this fancy restaurant or that fancy restaurant, but instead Ray took Wolfie and I to this place, which was more glorious than probably all of those fancy restaurants combined. There was no gourmet bacon or rare truffles or stuff like that, just the best spaghetti and meatballs money can buy.

Joe

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Filed under: Battista's Hole in the Wall Mishka Tim Lincecum YouTube contractor dogs salary temping Las Vegas restaurants 
March 30, 2011
This

is the best commercial since

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Filed under: dogs cats Geico Lady Gaga 
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