Kitties
Nothing like leaving your cat for 10 days. We get home and she is chirping away - following us around with all sorts of things to say. She sleeps next to me that night and purrs and her tail lightly wags on my stomach.
If she could talk, I wonder what she would say?
"Where the hell were you?"
"Who are those people who fed me?"
"I bit that one girl with the curly hair. She tasted like chicken."
"Someone scratch my head."


Poop?
Where is Poop Beetle? She done gone missing!


Roacher
Reba just found a roach in her iced coffee.
ick!


Monkey Loves Kitty


Bare with me
Dream I had Sunday night: You remember the band The Housemartins? Well, in my dumb dream, they were 'hot again', but they had changed the members of the band to hunky boy-band guys, and they sang the same songs. They even released that one album again (the green one) but with these boys singing instead. I was pissed that they were co-opting the Housemartins as some new band.
I was discussing this with a girl in a gallery.
The gallery was photographs of posters in my childhood bedroom.

In real life, my childhood room still looks like it did circa 1983-88, complete with cycling posters (Fignon! Hinault! Lemond!) and rock posters like U2 and the Police.

Then I woke up. One minute before the clock went off. 7:29am.
The cat was still next to me. She chirped at me.
And here I am. Pissed about the Housemartins being ripped off.



Housemartins
A childhood chum once told me that the Housemartins were socialists (I think that was true), but then added that it was the other kind of socialism.
Still not really sure what he meant.
Weird things that stick with you for years.



Max
Scott has this three-year-old kid, who is just way too cute.
We arrived last Saturday at Scott's house and Max was wearing these goofy little tube things on his arm, pretending that they were power bands of some sort.
Because he was a robot.
He showed me all his robot stuff, including his robot drawings and countless toy robots.
He has a funny mode of communication (when he wasn't talking in robot) which consisted of him yelling at me to come to his room to see his robots and then whispering the details to me.
M: "come here and look at my robots!"
R: "ok"
(I walk in and beckons me to his level, cups his hands and whispers...)
M: "this one turns into a truck"

This style of communication works good for him.
I am trying to get Scott to document the adventures of his son for happyrobot - we'll see what happens.



happyrobot description: "it's a bunch of people doing things to entertain each other"


Matt!
Did you read Matt's latest entry and see his new pictures? Very cool. Very very cool.


To Party
Love the verb "party". Love it. From an article entitled Indiana U. Named Top 'Party School':
"I'd be surprised to hear we're number one," she said. "Even though most people party three or four times a week, this past year they've been a lot more strict."







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