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Meet the Dogs and Cats of Amoeba

Posted by Billy Gil, October 10, 2013 06:10pm | Post a Comment

Amoeba is more than just pet-friendly. We're kind of nuts about animals here. Not only can shoppers bring in their pets any time, our staff's pets have become part of the family, wandering the halls of Amoeba and distracting us from our work with ridiculous cuteness.

October is Adopt-a-Dog Month, and we've got a number of activities planned. Amoeba Hollywood's annual Dog Costume Contest is on Halloween, Thursday Oct. 31, with DJ Foliero at 3 p.m. and the contest at 5 p.m. As well, Amoeba is accepting donations, including food, blankets and cleaning supplies, for a $3 off coupon, and Amoeba is sponsoring The Great Escape, a two-day (Oct. 20-21) pet adoption event happening at Fonda Theatre (6110 Hollywood Blvd.), a benefit show featuring Best Coast, Baby Alpaca and other pet-loving bands.

Amoeba SF on Halloween will have a DJ set of spooky tunes with DJ Kells Bells from 3-5 p.m., with a dog costume contest at 4 p.m.—enter for the chance to win an Amoeba gift certificate!

Amoeba stores close at 7 p.m. on Halloween. Read more about these events/efforts here.

Meet our dogs and cats below!

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Wilder
 
Owner: Kyle Blair-Henderson, Video Director
 
Wilder is a 4-year-old rat terrier/ladykiller. He'll snack on anything that Kyle's one-and-a-half-year-old daughter throws on the floor. He is aggressively affectionate. His superpower is his overactive tongue. Beware the mighty tongue of Wilder or you'll find yourself in a canine french kiss. His tongue is also a defense mechanism for any time he feels cornered. There is no situation he can't lick his way out of.
 
Fun Fact: Wilder is named after the great Billy Wilder and not as many have suggested Gene Wilder or Van Wilder.
 
 

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(In which we go north, young man.)

Posted by Job O Brother, September 25, 2012 12:29pm | Post a Comment
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The author, the boyfriend, the other dude

Oh, hello! Where the heck have you been?

I myself have split the last two months between Nevada City, California and New York State; I’ve been away from home so much that when the boyfriend made himself a latté in our kitchen I was pleasantly surprised to remember we had an espresso machine at all.

“I love this place!” I exclaimed.

“Uh, yeah…” he said, “It’s our home.”

“Well I’m totally going to give it a good Yelp review.”

We flew in yesterday after week-long preparations for the wedding of our friends, Cameron and Anna. It was a very romantic ceremony, even to someone like me who hates love. (I’m being hyperbolic – I don’t hate love, I just think it’s difficult to wear well and makes most people look fat.)

That our dear friend Cameron got married is nothing short of a small miracle. This is the man who spent nearly every day I knew him locked in his room playing cello - not exactly the best way to meet chicks. Only occasionally would he leave his bedroom to make Blanquette de veau and watch Tim & Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!

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If Alain Resnais Had a Cat

Posted by Charles Reece, September 10, 2012 03:00am | Post a Comment

Henri 2, Paw de Deux, winner of the Internet Cat Video Festival

(Wherein we eagerly anticipate the death of leaves.)

Posted by Job O Brother, September 28, 2011 11:04am | Post a Comment


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Fairfax & Melrose

I’ve lived in Los Angeles long enough now to notice a two-degree temperature drop and the standard grey, morning haze lasting an extra hour and excitedly exclaim, “Fall is in the air!” It’s what I have to work with down here.

Autumn is my favorite time of year. I’m eager to cuddle up in coats, drink steamy brews, over-do holiday cooking, celebrate Walrus Day, and frankly, I like the melancholic pallor it casts o’er humanity – makes my fellow man seem more relatable than when they’re sweating and spiking balls over nets, behavior which makes me skittish and distrustful.

Of course I know this new chill in the air may be a tease; there’s always opportunity for Mother Nature to Alan Funt the situation. I’m not boxing up my cargo shorts and ice cube collection just yet, but I am eager. To prepare, I’ve hand-selected the finest mini-marshmallows to serve in cocoa (I myself hate eating marshmallows – they’re like sugar-sweetened, antique erasers, but ironically I delight in judging and organizing them), I’ve begun psychologically manipulating the boyfriend with subliminal messages while he watches The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills to favor Douglas Firs over White Firs, and I’ve taught my cats to knit their own sweaters. (To be honest, this last effort has been a real power struggle, with both felines putting up a lot of resistance and excuses:

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4,000 Words

Posted by Job O Brother, September 23, 2011 05:23pm | Post a Comment
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black kitty

black kitten

black cat

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