Well, I’m back to the grind. Who knows what fresh miseries I am currently enduring?
Fortunately, dear readers, you get to watch videos of my fat bull terrier, Murphy!
This week I’ve got Murphy attempting to eat peanut butter and giving potentially lethal kisses:
Murphy is back in the spotlight with this week’s edition of Phone it in Friday/YouTube Roundup. I haven’t been churning out low-quality content as much lately (unless you include my rambling scribblings on this blog), so I’ve just got a couple of Murphtastic vids to share.
On deck: Murphy meets classic rock, and drifts between planes of consciousness:
Yours portly has been pretty lazy this past week. Sure, I taught some lessons and have been rehearsing for a gig with my musician friend Sarah in August, but otherwise I’ve been losing myself in Civilization VI and lounging like a French duke living on welfare. I mean, I also finished composing an album this past weekend, but by my standards, I’ve been loafing like a senior before graduation.
So, in the spirit of churning out a blog post with minimal effort and maximum returns, I’m sharing some of my recent YouTube shorts. These do not feature my lovable dog, Murphy, so your mileage may vary.
Videos this week feature a dusty windowsill covered in toys; yours portly LARPing as a hobo; and a twist on the Nativity:
My eleven-year old bull terrier, Murphy, continues to be a source of inspiration for yours portly. It’s remarkable how just watching her sleep draws in viewers like moths to a wardrobe. Only women and dogs can elicit so much sympathy and love for doing so little, and Murphy is both.
This week I’ve got an adorable video of Murphy snoring her brains out, and another video in which she establishes her “urinatical” control over a far-flung patch of gas station dirt.
Imagine the 1993 film Cool Runnings, about the first Jamaican bobsled team, but instead of feisty Jamaican underdogs, it’s a family of Bigfoots. That is not what is happening in this edition of Myersvision.
But my title is not totally misleading! There is some sledding. And there are—possibly—some Bigfoots (Bigfeet?).
I don’t have much more by way of introduction today, so I’m going to turn it over to our resident cryptozoologist, Audre Myers:
After a bit of a dip in views, Murphy is starting to earn his keep again with the latest round of Murphtent (Murphy content). Considering I feed, bathe (sometimes), clothe (not really), and shelter her, the least she can do is get strangers to gawk at her lazy antics on YouTube… right?
Well, it turns out yours portly can only come up with so many ways to narrate his dog sleeping, so I just have two Murphy videos this week—but they’re good. Finger lickin’ and grass eatin’ good!
The title of today’s piece is misleading—we call it “clickbait” in the blogging biz. Joe Rogan doesn’t actually meet Bigfoot, which would surely be the media event of the century, but he does listen to an alleged recording of our big, hairy friend.
Audio is pretty easy to manipulate, and with the rise of AI-generated sounds, it’s going to be increasingly difficult to discern actual recordings of anyone—much less Bigfoot—from AI ones. The difference here is that the audio Rogan listens to was recorded in the early 1970s, and is—as far as we know—undoctored.
Our senior correspondent and resident cryptid expert Audre Myers offers up several videos of alleged Bigfoot recordings, one of which is at an Interstate rest stop. I’m willing to believe that any thing is possible at an Interstate rest stop at 10:48 PM, and not just calling Seabass for a good time.
With that, here’s Audre with some intriguing possible recordings of Bigfoot:
It seems that Murphtent (Murphy content) on my humble YouTube channel is no longer putting up the big numbers like it once did, and subscribers have settled in around 143 (at the time of writing—Wednesday, 15 May 2024). It’s also difficult to come up with new ideas for videos about a dog who basically eats, sleeps, eats grass, sleeps in a different position, eats poop, sleeps some more in some other weird spot, and complains about not getting enough to eat. Still, she’s a cutie pie, and I love her chunkiness to death—-even if she doesn’t make me Internet rich.
That said, Murphy continues to be a source of adorable haughtiness in a world full of bad news and bad ideas. This week, I’ve got Murphy sleeping in an odd position; Murphy trying to play it cool; and Murphy sleeping in a cute way.
In the waning hours of my Spring Break YouTube made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: 1972’s The Godfather, free (with ads—there’s always a catch!).
I hadn’t watch the flick in years, but it was like catching up with an old friend, or putting on a well-worn pair of slippers. It truly is a timeless classic.
My fat dog Murphy is the gift that keeps on giving. Well, actually, she’s a huge drain on my financial and temporal resources, but, hey, who can put a price tag on love?
But back to that gift giving comment. Murphy does bring in the views to my YouTube channel, which—like most of my artistic endeavors—would probably be a massive flop if I didn’t have a cute, sassy, ornery dog to showcase to the content-hungry masses.
So, here are the three latest editions of Phone it in Friday featuring my lovable, stinky bull terrier, Murphy:
Happy Sunday—and Viewing!
—TPP
Other Lazy Sunday Installments:
The Portly Politico 