Long ago, in the magnetic age, my family possessed a VHS cassette on which was recorded Lasse Hallström's semi-autobiographical film, My Life as a Dog. After the third time we opted to watch something else instead (while it was well-regarded, a subtitled Swedish film is not ideal casual viewing for a family of five), it became a sort of in-joke to suggest and reject it every time we watched anything.
After a while, it attained a sort of mythic status, such that however good it might be, it could never possibly meet our expectation.
I have never yet seen My Life as a Dog, and I probably never will.
And it's 'doge' because 'mylifeasadog' was taken.
After a while, it attained a sort of mythic status, such that however good it might be, it could never possibly meet our expectation.
I have never yet seen My Life as a Dog, and I probably never will.
And it's 'doge' because 'mylifeasadog' was taken.
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