tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304987732007-11-26T01:30:24.534-08:00cooperBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-86389969424401161432007-11-26T07:08:00.000-08:002007-11-26T01:30:24.560-08:00

Alistair N. writes: "My Darling Cooper, I am a hopeless romantic. Every morning the barista at my favorite coffee shop sends me personal messages in the foam caps of my lattes, and I can not for the life of me read the signals. Near Halloween, my latte arrives with a toothy pumpkin swirled into its foam head. When hanukkah arrives, my swirls turn to the billowing golden caps of challah bread.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1155172879313471792007-10-29T07:16:00.000-07:002007-10-29T09:35:12.109-07:00

When gerbils grow distant...

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-2244444020329729192007-10-22T07:12:00.000-07:002007-10-30T10:26:13.207-07:00

Ninjas live for the night. Why would they schedule a parade at 10am?

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151718410651022122007-09-10T07:40:00.000-07:002007-10-30T10:20:57.727-07:00

Is that fur in the corner? Looks like fur. What is it? Cotton candy is pink, right? It's not a bear.... A very small bear? No. In the name of all that is holy, WHAT IS THAT THING? Sure not a duck. Ducks have feathers. It's being pretty quiet for a duck. No it's not a duck. What am I thinking? I feel compelled to get closer. Yet I sit here, like a photo, unable to move a muscle.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1152522742226721792007-07-10T07:02:00.000-07:002007-10-29T09:17:41.588-07:00

Light sabers don't kill people. Sith Lords kill people.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1152095949145276032007-02-21T07:20:00.000-08:002007-07-11T19:56:20.759-07:00

Construction workers eat lunch in the neighbor's yard.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1157572307492091812006-12-11T07:38:00.000-08:002007-07-11T19:23:05.577-07:00

Sometimes I wish there was a way to thank Chuck Norris for all he's done for me. Watch close, and you'll see they cut to the most badassest cat ever. Moxie said this was my great grandpa Ernie Mowser. He's said to be an uncredited extra in many movies. In this one he's really good just after the music starts and they give him a prop to bat around and look cool with. Grandpa Ernie was

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151711562087610592006-09-25T07:32:00.000-07:002007-07-11T19:57:06.466-07:00

Okay, how about a joke: A lion walks into an AA meeting, walks up to the bar and he says to the bartender, uhm, he said something... wait, is the joke already over? Oh, cause the... oh, that's funny. THAT's funny. Cause why would the bartender even be at an AA meeting where no one appreciates his talents? Sober people are terrible tippers. There's no margins on ginger ale.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1155895157973227162006-08-16T07:50:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:24:58.157-07:00

Free Dig Litter Desktops Moxie's gone nuts this week and made a million wallpapers for your desktops. She's a good designer but she doesn't know how to rhyme like me. I don't know if my stylings ever made it in. This one's my favorite. I like green. More wallpapers are in the archives. You get to dig for them. Go crazy. Download Moxie's Miss Litter Wallpapers here.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1152667501335457572006-08-07T07:12:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:20:56.526-07:00

Let me break it down for you: loads of dudes wear eyeliner - David Bowie, Billy Mack, John Cameron Mitchell. How can you call yourself an uber-masculine glam rocker without sporting the faux lids and lashes?

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1154558966816728862006-08-02T07:30:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:18:03.317-07:00

Mura wrote me in monday's blog comments about an awful thing. Nature turned it's wicked sense of humor against Hollywood. A sequel may hang in the balance. Edmund, the nasty little boy from the Chronicles of Narnia movie is trapped in Beirut, threatened on all sides by all sides! Irony of ironies, it's exactly like a movie. But what can I do? He must be bored. Maybe I could host a

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1154112302822194722006-07-31T07:18:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:15:48.446-07:00

Krylie S. writes: "I liked the first Police Academy MUCH more than later ones. Who was your favorite character? And where do you stand on sequels? BTW, you're really cute." Cooper responds: Okay, my take on sequels: Terminator: YES. Superman: NO. Spiderman: YES. Planet of the Apes: Absolutely - how can you go wrong? The Godfather: sure, why not? Star Trek: YES. Star Wars: two

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1153128574401731352006-07-26T07:24:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:12:14.696-07:00

Bo's visit is still the big news around here. Moxie's heart hasn't stopped palpatating. Bo knows I'm a Catninja. I know secret moves that will keep him up at night worrying about small menacing furry creatures with claws. Like ME. Psycho human clipped my nails this morning. He's always getting in my business. Hard to be a Domesticated Catninja. Sounds like a doublemoron. Hey...

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1153129348684221502006-07-24T07:02:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:09:41.658-07:00

So Bo came back yesterday. He's the ninja dog that can walk through walls and steal the hearts of humans. He doesn't scare me. I looked into his soul and saw that he was good. Moxie wet her fur. Ha, Ha.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1153127889215038132006-07-19T07:06:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:07:30.343-07:00

Yeah, whatever. Bo returns this Sunday. We know how this goes down. Bo's gonna take a licking and we'll see if he keeps ticking? Specially if he messes with Moxie. You don't try gobbling up my sister without paying the price!

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1153127214397613402006-07-17T07:02:00.000-07:002007-07-11T19:54:56.356-07:00

Bo was supposed to come by this weekend but he didn't. Prolly afraid. Dog's no match for a capital-N Ninja Lion.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151949272408652432006-07-10T07:50:00.000-07:002007-07-11T19:53:29.414-07:00

Moxie is a Pirate cause she has no idea how to sneak up on me like a Ninja would. I always see her from a hundred paws away. She's the kind of Pirate who gets seasick when the toilet flushes. Ha Ha, that's funny. She's the kind of pirate who hides under the bed when a dog comes prancing through the house. I'm a ninja because I'm not scared. I'm just kinda like: "Hey, been there. Don't like

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1152092881880621842006-07-05T07:24:00.000-07:002007-07-11T19:55:37.462-07:00

In LA, no one walks anywhere. You know what I mean. I watch the street. I see things. People strut. Dogs always in a hurry. Birds fly just out of reach. I get to wondering... Do people walk their dogs or do dogs walk their people?

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1152285278978561112006-07-03T07:22:00.000-07:002007-07-11T19:49:22.610-07:00

I thought about it all yeseterday, between naps. I'm a capital-N Ninja, or a capital C... Catninja. Ha that's awesome. Cat-Nin-Ja! Hey I just made up a word. Oh my god, I am SO awesome AND cool. Moxie's never made up a word. Have you? Then I'm the first! Ohhhh Yeah! If she wasn't right here, I'd run tell her.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151704388098533742006-06-28T07:56:00.000-07:002006-08-18T02:27:00.330-07:00

Moxie sent me a link to Ask A Ninja today. Funny human in a ski mask explaining about Kninjas - evil K-9 dog ninjas who can walk through walls and date humans! I don't understand it all.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151786379134178172006-06-26T07:36:00.000-07:002006-07-02T01:41:03.540-07:00

Moxie's fun cause when I chase her, she runs. Until she gets tired or jumps up high. She's still got a foot or two on me.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151718514639330342006-06-21T07:08:00.000-07:002006-07-02T01:35:55.290-07:00

I'm a south paw. Moxie's a north paw. She fights pretty good. Until she runs away. You can only chase her for so long. But when I roll over on my back it's another story. I'm like a powerful teddy bear waiting for her to smother me with kisses. Or loads of scratches. She has that side to her too.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151718333845502302006-06-19T07:34:00.000-07:002006-08-02T12:09:57.603-07:00

This blog is so dumb. I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm forced. Yes write that! My sister wakes me up whenever the big psycho guy we live with goes to the gym. Then she helps me with the computer though I don't really need it. (Yeah sure - Moxie). Hey, Moxie, did you just type something extra? You better not be typing something into MY blog. I'll find out. I've got fans.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151704046468134052006-06-14T07:16:00.000-07:002006-08-18T02:30:01.533-07:00

Okay, first thing that comes into my head. Erasing all thought. Okay, something's coming to me. I'm not... I'm not wearing any underwear. YES type that. It's true. Let's see anything else to say about me... Tell them this: I don't really like water. So don't send any. Beer, on the other paw, is good. I digg beer. Belgian beer made by Ninja Trappist Monks is REALLY GOOD.

coopertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498773.post-1151707624152593152006-06-12T07:46:00.000-07:002006-08-18T02:32:44.543-07:00

Hi. My name is Cooper, and I am addicted to litter. What can I say? I'm smaller than most lions since I was the runt of the litter. Which is all good because the ladies don't get intimidated about picking me up. (I get a lot of play.) I am the Godfather. I am the Walrus. I am Dianetics Jr. I am more popular than Aslan. Before you write me with any dumb questions, go listen

cooper